This week I have been reading Jon Ronson’s book The Psychopath Test. It’s been on my list of ”˜must reads’ since it came out earlier this year, and just a couple of days ago I downloaded it on to my Kindle. I finished it within 24hours.
Jon Ronson is a British journalist who, among many other things, wrote the film Men Who Stare At Goats, which was made in to a movie starring George Clooney and Ewan McGregor. Jon interviewed my friend Mary Turner Thomson (author of “The Bigamist” detailing her marriage to the sociopath Will Jordan) and became fascinated with the subject of psychopaths. He subsequently attended Dr Robert Hare’s training programme to understand the PCL-R checklist that many of us on this site are only too familiar with. Ronson’s book explores the diagnostic methods for identifying personality disorders and details his own experiences interviewing people who scored highly on Dr Hare’s checklist scale. It’s a fascinating read — no surprises for those of us who have been there and seen it — and I am just glad that he has provided us with another resource that can be added to the list of useful educational tools.
I am delighted to tell you that I will be attending that very same course next week. I am hugely excited about the prospect and am very much looking forward to meeting Dr Hare himself so that I can thank him for helping me in my personal journey to reclaim my life while (just!) keeping my sanity. This is why I have once again been devouring further material on the subject. And this is how, on Dr Hare’s website, I came across a fascinating new film that explores psychopathy. It was released on 11th September this year and is called Fishead.
Fishead — The Movie
There is an ancient Chinese saying that says a fish rots and stinks from the head, which is how the makers of this movie settled on the name. It relates to the heads of industry, as well as to the human brain – which is arguably rotten in the case of psychopaths. The film explores the idea that our society is being progressively more controlled by sociopaths, as well as the suggestion that our increased use of medications such as anti-depressants is contributing to a manufactured set of psychopathic traits. Decreased empathy and reduction of emotional responses are, of course, side-effects of drugs that are designed to numb emotional pain — although I must say I had never thought about it in the way that the film portrays. If you are interested in exploring the movie and its makers, you’ll find all the details at www. www.fisheadmovie.com The film is free to watch, you just send off to them for a password.
So, anyway, all this additional material has been sparking new thoughts and prodding at old ones as well. And I am reminded of the expression “walking the talk”. Yes, it may be said that it’s now a well-worn cliché, and, for me it is still a short accurate description of authenticity. I myself know full well when I am walking my talk — and over recent years, it has been that approach that has pulled me through some of the darkest periods of my life!
As I am now re-exploring the workings of antisocioal personality disorders, it struck me that the sociopath can only ever talk the walk. They can never, I repeat never, walk the talk in the way that you and I can. I’ve heard other phrases like “they know the words and not the music” and the idea that “they can only dream in black and white” — but to me, now, when I think of “talking the walk” it describes my own experiences absolutely to a tee.
Authenticity
Just last week I met up with a client I am now proud to call my friend. This lady came to the conclusion that she could no longer thrive in the company where I met and have been working with her. Describing the place as “somewhere that seeks out and silences of gets rid of people who care” she has now moved on to another company that communicates authenticity at a human soul level. Not through some well thought out set of words that purport to describe the company values. Not through a carefully crafted website. Not through flashy promises of a golden career. Not even through white-teethed hand-shakes and a swanky dinner to seal the deal.
No, this company has actually been walking the talk. My client (I’ll call her Sarah) has already experienced the heartache and frustration of working within an organization that says one thing and does another. She knows first hand what it feels like to be encouraged to stand up and stand out, and then be shot down for having an opinion. She knows the debilitating confusion of being undermined, undervalued and pushed to the limit — for me, it’s just a shame that she had to experience that in order to fully appreciate the difference. The good thing is, though, that from now on she will settle for nothing less than an environment where she is valued and can make a difference. Never again will she allow herself to be belittled or underestimated. I absolutely believe her, and I’m glad.
“Do you know what Mel?” she grinned after telling me a particularly shocking account of a senior director’s inability to demonstrate compassion for his team “this new bunch wanted to know my birthday just so that it could be marked off as a holiday — on top of the usual holiday allowances!”
It doesn’t take much to help a person feel motivated. It takes a whole heap more to knock a person down. And it can take a huge amount more until we are prepared to move on and walk away.
People like you and me, you see, will automatically judge other people by the same set of values and behaviours that are naturally to us. Like us, people by nature tend to be forgiving “Oh, that’s ok, it’s just the way s/he is sometimes. It’s no big deal!” we might say when somebody does something that is upsetting to us or to others. “S/he’ll get over it, let’s just give them a chance!” And this is how the deliberate manipulator continues to win their games. This is how they keep on going, parasitically sucking the lifeblood from people (and organizations) just to fuel their personal whim — whatever that may be at the time. And because we naturally judge others by how we are ourselves, we cannot begin to comprehend that somebody else is playing by a whole different set of rules.
Powerful Experiences
The sociopath may be an expert at mimicking and manipulation, but s/he will never ever have the same richness of experiences that we can enjoy on a daily basis. They will never know what it feels like, what it really feels like to fall in love for example. To feel genuine friendship and connection with another human being. To experience joy, fear, sadness, peace, excitement and the myriad of other emotions that are at our disposal.
They may well think they are clever. I’m sure they think that they have one over on us because they can talk the walk to such a professional degree that they continue to control their willing targets. But you know what? Once we know what we’re dealing with, once we recognize the subtle gaps in their shows of emotion and understanding, then they have lost their power.
Yes, it’s a living nightmare working through the pain and confusion that is the aftermath of a sociopath’s influences. But you know what? So far as I’m concerned, I’d walk my talk a million times over rather than be doomed to the sociopath’s empty existence of gray numbness. And the more people who experience that void — through work, relationships, family, friends, or the growing educational resources — the more of us can join together and make a stand against these empty souls.
I don’t doubt there’s a battle ahead. And at the same time I am filled with confidence that together we can make a difference. I’m ready, and looking forward to exploring opportunities to increase our army. I’ll let you know how I get on with Dr Hare”¦
Star – i do have times situational depression at times, and def in response to anything that suppresses my adrenal or immune system. but that grinding unrelenting depression is gone. i am fairly certain that if i meditated the way i used to that the situational depression would go also.
Katy, it is part of the price I pay for living in the boonies….am working on seeing if I can’t improve my internet access….the library is 25 miles away and you only get 1 hour on the internet hook up etc. so is more trouble than it is worth, and costs more in gas money than it is worth, so I just do the best I can with what I have.
They will get DSL out here eventually….soo in the meantime, I use an aircard and am just grateful to get on at all.
MEL,
What a great movie experience! I can’t wait to watch it again! Empty souls/ no empathy/ narcisissim caused by happy pills… we have enough of those “mentally ill/empty” people ruining our streets/lives, without giving the pharm co’s more profits.
“Life stabs me with a steak knife and it feels like a butter knife!!”
Brain chemical altering, numbing drugs!
What countries are they made in? and sold in the US? What kind of quality control? Consistency? Potency? Inactive ingredients?
All of a sudden everybody is mentally ill and has to take thier bag of skittles everyday….. a pill to go to sleep…. a pill to wake up… a pill to poop…. a pill to not poop…. a pill to eat… a pill not to eat…. a pill to feel happy… a pill to feel sad etc.. etc.. Pharm co’s stop the insanity!!!
What ever happened to these meds treating the truly “insane” that need it? Not just the stressed out. Has the definition of “insane” changed with this change in times? We have “insane” people living free amoungst us that should really be in a sanitarium… thanks to the pharm co’s. These people have their bag of “skittles” to eat everyday.
I wonder what the pharm co’s exec’s are doing on this fine Saturday night with their bonuses and benies?
Albert Einstein:
The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don’t do anything about it.
Edmund Burke :
All that’s necessary for the forces of evil to win in the world is for enough good men to do nothing.
As far as the pharmaceuticals numbing our brains…IMnotsohumbleO, ( 🙂 ) the pharmas are run by spaths who are envious of our “highly sensitive” abilities. So they freak us out until we can’t take it anymore and then offer us a pill to become just like them – unfeeling. That’s what some spaths do.
My ex-spath, on the other hand, was very angry when he thought that his friend was taking prozac. He said, “I can tell, even though he denies it, I can tell that he’s taking it.” It drove him crazy because his friend emotes through his facial expressions – A LOT. Spath was addicted to it and pissed off when he thought he was being cheated out of his emotional allotment.
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He also hated it when I drank wine. No matter how much the spath tried to gaslight me, I just laughed and laughed because I was drunk. LOL! He hated that. That’s why he told everyone that I was a drunk and he was planning on killing me with sleeping pills in my wine.
OOOPS it’s not Saturday night ( Friday night)…. Brain fog still from thyroid med getting my body back in line.
sky,
of course they hate it when we find whatever way to be relaxed and “laugh” at them during their mental beatings…. that means they are not in control of us…. they hate not having control… escpecially while their mask is melting! LOL
They have no “bond” with us and they just move on to the next victim they can control. onto the next gme…. as stated in the wonderful fishhead movie.
Thank you Mel for this post. Reading it was like a ‘hug’. 🙂
You have a way of expressing things so accurately and clearly and I am grateful for the voice you share.
Everything you said I have found is the truth.
It has been 6 months and 19 days no contact for me.
Just a little less than a couple of weeks ago, I had been stalked for a total of approximately three weeks prior. And it was the whole spath army about “IT” doing the calling and attempting to connect, as well as ITSELF. Our ‘anniversary’ of meeting is the week of Thanksgiving and I just wonder what that will bring!!!
If you have never been through a ‘spath attack’ before during NC, let me reassure you, it is something resembling a “HANNIBAL” attack from afar. They seem to forget what they are told and requested. They want a chance to love bomb again and get close enough so they can laugh at us and hurt us some more because they find it so amusing to them. You have to stay strong and mean what you say. You must not break NC no matter what they say or do. They need to KNOW they are NOT getting the attention. They so hate that: being ignored. They dislike not being in control.
They talk a good talk, mostly word salad…
Thanks Mel for the write…
Dupey
By the way: I would suggest EVERYONE see the movie, if you have not as yet. Share it with all your friends and families: education is the prevention.
Thanks again, Mel: excellent!
Dupey
One joy,
I always forget that when I’m depressed I can just go inside and reconnect, which is really what meditation is for me. My very early pattern since childhood is to shut down when I have very strong feelings like anger. So I have to physically do things to connect – like breathe, do physical exercise, and listen to music. Sometimes I just have to kick and hit, to get in touch with the feelings. Or just feel the fear and sit and shake for a while. It’s like pulling teeth for me sometimes, because when I go into fear, it’s hard to get past that. Things seem to be moving along, and I’m seeing the light at the end of the tunnel from this latest bout with depression. I sometimes forget I have the power to heal without props, drugs, and other people.
Stargazer
When I was going through my depressive cycles, I too forgot what it was like during the last depression. Who THINKS when they are depressed?! We go numb. It’s only when we’re better that we realize how much we lost. So I learned and wrote myself notes that I found when I was depressed b/c I hid them in my dvd that I watch, my soft blanket that I use to curl up in a ball on the sofa, the UGLY clothes that I’d wear day in and day out b/c they were easy to put on.
Maybe you could try the same. Put some notes from your good self to your sad self somewhere your depressed self would find them. I also bought encouraging cards and self addressed them. Sounds kinda weird but getting a caring card, even if from my happy self, felt really really good when I was very dark and numb, esp b/c when I was depressed, I wanted nobody yet NEEDED somebody to care and there wasn’t anyone.
Now that I’m not with my husband, I don’t get depressed except for times I’ve had to talk to him, and then it doesn’t last but a couple of days. Thank God. Contact with him is like getting sick and having to get over it…
Best
Katy