By: Linda Hartoonian Almas, M.S. Ed
Last year, I re-connected via social media, with a childhood friend who I had not seen in years. As mothers with children of similar ages, we had a lot to catch up on. As we did, I learned that she has two children who are suffering from a misunderstood and often misdiagnosed disorder.
She is a wonderfully positive person, who freely discusses her children’s struggles, in hopes of educating others about the issue. She advocates fiercely for them, yet seems to successfully strike a balance between speaking on their behalf and encouraging their independence.
The same, only different
Over time, as I learned more, I found that I identified with her emotions regarding her family’s concerns. Her situation is riddled with various highs and lows. Some days bring serious hurdles to jump, along with grave disappointments, while others bring great pride and immense joy. She and her family see many great successes, but these successes are punctuated with frequent challenges.
While psychopathy is not on her radar and we are dealing with two very different issues, it occurred to me that we share some very similar feelings regarding the paths we are on. One day, while beaming with pride regarding her children’s recent achievements, she pointed out how they rose above their health concerns, accomplishing things that many other parents would simply take for granted.
She said that her children were thriving, in spite of the large number of days that their particular illness had “stolen” from them. I noted that this was not the first time that she had used such terminology. She realizes that no matter how well things go, she cannot change that her children have been “robbed” of certain normal life experiences.
My revelation
Her simple statement brought about a “light bulb moment” for me and really got me thinking. Isn’t that how most of us feel about our experiences with psychopathy or the individuals with psychopathic traits who have touched our lives?
They may have literally stolen many things from us, but most importantly, they did, effectively, “steal” portions of our lives. When we attach a unit of measure to what we endured, even if only in terms of thievery, it helps quantify our experiences.
It allows us to make sense of our lost time and gives us something tangible to take away from our experiences. It also gives us a reference point from which we are able to spring forward.
Prior to her statement, I had not thought in such terms. However, she was right. Again, I identified with what she was saying.
Wasted time
How many days, weeks, months, or years did we spend trying to work with the individuals in our lives with psychopathic features? The chances are good that now that we know what we were up against, our responses would be, “too many.” No actions on our parts could have increased our odds.
What I feel I lost from my brush with psychopathy is almost immeasurable. Yet, at the same time, so is what I gained.
Stolen time
In terms of stolen time, what exactly gets taken from us, as these relationships run their course? While there are numerous constants, some specifics may depend on the types of relationships we experienced.
A psychopathic parent will affect us differently than a psychopathic romantic partner. Nonetheless, the behaviors may be similar and just as abusive and devastating. Also, each carry the potential for long term harm. However, we tend to lose different pieces of our innocence, depending on the natures of our associations.
Regardless, we must accept that, while some forms of these relationships did exist, they were not the ones we thought we were having. Our involvements were based on love, caring, and genuine emotion. Little, if any, of that actually occurred on their ends, even if it appeared to for a time. For them, the associations were lies. Because of this, we were unable to take any meaningful actions. Nothing was real. Stolen time.
What about significant life events that we were shortchanged on in our experiences with psychopaths? In life, we encounter many emotionally charged moments, such as the births of children or the deaths of loved ones. We tend to experience a variety of feelings when something special or significant occurs.
Psychopathic individuals, however, do not experience these emotions in the same ways that we do. Therefore, their reactions tend to be quite different from ours. We may feel great joy or pain, they may feel next to nothing out of the ordinary. We may have tried to share our feelings, victories, or defeats, hoping that they could “feel” along with us. They could not. Rather, anger and rage at our attempts ensued.
In spite of our desires, we were forced to walk the emotional experiences alone. Their muted or non-existent affects left us feeling empty and disappointed. Their rages left us upset and confused. Stolen emotions. Stolen relationships.
Worse yet, often, the experiences we have with these individuals are so damaging that we try to eliminate them from our memories completely. Unfortunately, along with forgetting the bad they inflicted, we sometimes lose portions of the good we encountered with others who surrounded us. Stolen memories.
There are numerous other ways they violate us and take from us, as well. The above are only a few examples.
Truths acknowledged
Unfortunately, if we were involved with psychopathic individuals, the truth is that portions of our lives may have been stolen by the disorder. While we may be able to recover the financial or material losses psychopaths create, some of our losses are not tangible items that we can take back. To some extent, we may always have to live with the trappings of these experiences.
As a result, it is important to own the losses. No one likes feeling robbed of special or irreplaceable pieces of our lives. We deserved more than mechanical and insincere responses, if we got any at all.
However, again, our knowledge and understanding can set us free. We must acknowledge any pain, so that we can leave it behind. It is not worth hanging on to.
Rising and conquering
That is not to say that we can or should try to erase what we lived. We should, however, work to thrive. We can do this, not only in spite of our experiences, but because of them. Sometimes, I feel like it took such an experience for me to reach my potential. I know what I learned has caused me to push myself to attempt and achieve things I never otherwise would have.
We can find goodness amongst the setbacks, by using the wisdom that our experiences gave us.
We can surround ourselves with loving people, who truly share our values and treat us well, rather than embrace disordered imposters. In fact, we may come to the point of being able to thank our imposters for showing us what it was like to live “half alive.” Without that education, we may not have been able to recognize “full-on” living. We can come to know calm, regarldess of what they may do.
After taking hits and having pieces of our lives “stolen,” we can recover and have and be more than we ever imagined.
Like my friend, who will never be able to alter the realities surrounding her children’s challenges, we cannot change what was. We can, however, conquer what will be; each of us, in our own ways.
I think the stolen time is the hardest pill to take about the time and energy spent on a spath.
I’ve had relationships that had lasted longer in time, I’ve loved at least one person more, etc… and while it was hurtful to let them go and one could argue that I spent my love and years on the wrong person for me, I never really felt like that about them. Not only did I feel I had gained wisdom from the experience, but they had too, and at least we shared memories with equal good feelings. I wouldn’t exchange those times and memories shared with those men in order not to have been hurt by losing them. But it’s different with the spath, almost the opposite: the good memories were a lie, an illusion, and there was nothing but hurt and betrayal in that relationshit, and happiness could only be gained by losing him.
When asked now whether I’d opt out of the spath experience if I could change the past, a large part of me says no, because I did gain an immeasurable amount of wisdom and a new perception on issues out of it that I would not exchange. And yet I remain with a sense of wasted and lost time, a sense of time being stolen from me.
This article made me ponder why that is: I think it’s because while the experience was not fruitless for me, it was FRUITLESS FOR HIM when weighed by my values of emotional growth; it’s because the ‘good’ memories and times are LIES – something I simply cannot, want not, dare not and should not commemorate; it’s because I could have known very early on it would be a waste of time for the both of us and I would still have gotten the same wisdom out of it; it’s because what I gained from it was gained by MY healing AFTER the relation, NOT DURING.
And so a small part of me I think will always regret the time, resources, emotions and energy I wasted on him. At the same time it’s exactly this sense of having wasted time on someone that helps me nowadays with preserving and installing my boundaries, that helps me by not taking plenty of wrong behaviour from others as personal anymore… The only energy I want to spend on wrong behaviour is pointing out that it’s wrong and they can do with my judgement whatever they like beyond that. I ain’t sticking around either mentally, emotionally and if I can help it physically to see what they do with it or not.
Thank you for this article, Ms. Linda. It has helped me culminate the end of a very peaceful day. Very well written and so very full of understanding and compassion. Kind of like a ‘long distance hug’ that you didn’t expect.
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The hardest part is that ten years of my life was stolen and raped away from me because of my own caring and compassion.
That is the ultimately SUCKY truth of the matter. And then I was laughed at for my despair and resultant medical conditions.
Somehow that does unthinkable things to you as a person.
But, once again, that free choice is still very much entwined into becoming what we will.
I absolutely believe we can become whatever we choose if we want it bad enough. I argue with my counselor all the time about psychopathy and how I don’t believe because someone is mentally ill, that we should cow tow and give so much understanding that we snuff ourselves out in the process. I believe everyone is capable of change. Including them. Surely, someone so intelligent to use such dark dasterdly deeds is capable of great things in the area of change, it is a choice. I don’t believe that people exist who do not have choice. I do believe people exist that have no care to be anything other than what they are. Selfishly and intentionally. Sick or not. It’s difficult for me to wrap my mind around anything other than that. It’s kind of like ‘you get what you expect’…if you expect THEIR ‘norm’, that is what it becomes…if you reach for something more; something higher and something more honorable, you must forsake their misdirections. To accept them is to bring them into yourself. And, I will never do that. Never.
Yes, ‘wasted time’.
But not wasted because I am finding a stronger sense of self.
Thanks again, Linda…excellent!!
xxoo
i used to feel loved. and i liked a lot about myself. recently i was talking with someone about body image, and when i started to feel old and tired. She make an astute observation – that these things started to kick up not only as i became sick but as i engaged further with the spath. THAT created lot of insecurity that manifested in compulsive thinking about my self and my body/ age. The spath happens to be 10 years older than me, fat and diabetic. I don’t think that it is a coincidence that i started to feel old, fat and ill (beyond the fact that i was ill).
something happened tonihgt, that finally pushed me out of bed, and brought me here to post: i got an email from a young man who i had befriended last year. He was a student director on the board of the org i worked for, and was a long way from home. We used to have dinner together occasionally and talk for a few hours. he doesn’t have a lot of life experience, is very bright and driven and intensely geeky. this is the email he sent: A moment ago, while brushing my teeth of all things, this thought train went through my head. Â I was thinking about jobs when I started but it only took me about 2 seconds to get to the end.
“…Well there’s a lot of possibilities out there, especially out West, X city might be nice, who knows, then there’s females, wonder what’ll happen if I get engaged and married out there, the wedding, that’s a lot of planning but who would I invite, well obviously one joy, she’s delightful”….
i took that in. and then i cried. someone actually likes me. i am so wrapped up in a cocoon of defense, that i can hardly ‘feel’ people; so lied to and manipulated that I don’t ‘feel’ if someone may be trustworthy; so fucked over in business, that i expect to be expendable.
i need some time off, and some ‘gentle’ in my life. to take better care with myself, develop my boundaries further in terms of demands on my time and energy from work.
i miss myself when i don’t have time to be with myself, and i miss my mom, terribly. and that weighs on me more and more. but that means i will have to find a new way to be (within myself) in relation to that prick of a father of mine – ’cause that’s the only way i can see my mom. develop true grey rock? not even feel, let alone react to him? I have just said that i am tired of not feeling/ trusting. and that seems to be the solution with him. if i do that with him – to success, maybe i don’t have to do it with so many others?
Thanks Linda for the article and your comments. I do know it takes awhile-almost 6 month hire process the first time (I had to drop cuz I was way out of shape). It may be shorter for me though, since I was already hired in 2009. They were super short staffed at the time and hadn’t had a PT test since pre-Katrina. They have one now and I’m waiting to apply until I can pass it easily.
We do learn a lot about the experiences and sometimes I can now pick out narcissistic traits in people that I actually like and trust. I have figured out that we all have certain traits here and there but not near enough to be disordered, and I can see some traits in myself on occasion too-I guess I got that from my parents. Sometimes it freaks me out a little, but I know that I am a highly sensitive person and I’m full of empathy.
Darwinsmom-I totally agree that the lost time is the biggest pill to swallow. Everyday now I keep beating myself up and saying “how the hell could I waste my time on someone who isn’t worth my time for so damn long”. It bugs me. One of my friends recently posted something on facebook that said “Ladies find a man who will ruin your lipstick, not your mascara”. I commented on that and said that it applies to women too, and it was a huge message to me. I need to remember that and say “Elizabeth, when the time is right for a relationship, find a woman who will ruin your lipstick, not your mascara.
For now, the theme song for my life is STRONGER, by Kelly Clarkson:
What doesn’t kill you makes you STRONGER. stand a little taller, doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone, what doesn’t kill you makes you fighter, footsteps even lighter, doesn’t mean I’m over cuz your gone!
Onestep-I think that you are very lucky that your mom is actually worth missing. I speak to my father sometimes and we somewhat have a relationship due to the fact that his narcissism has decreased a lot since he’s gotten older, but he still tries to put the guilt trips on me, and he doesn’t support me in anything I do, because he doesn’t think it’s important to me. He’s all about how much money he thinks I should make-not what actually makes me happy. Who cares though-I’m done living for people other than myself and if he doesn’t support it, then he’ll see what happens.
speaking of a wasted of time and life…i found this tonight. this is an account of an ex of mine – i met him when i was 20 in 1980 – pay attn to the years quoted in the article. this article was written about 6 years ago. I ran from this guy, and he stalked me. he’s the one who the arson detectives helped me with:
Smoky Lake man sentenced to six months for uttering threats and breaching parole
Bad x bf, a Smoky Lake area farmer who can’t seem to get control of his alcohol problems now finds himself serving six months for uttering threats and breaching parole.
Initially he stood facing an additional charge of assaulting a peace officer, but after pleading guilty to the other offenses that charge was dropped.
His first threat occured on Halloween night when he told another bar patron that he would ‘kick his jaw to the back of his throat’.
The other occasion happened days later when on November 6 he was in the Smoky Lake bar drinking.
That was a breach of his probation that began in August.
He was found to be drinking by members of the RCMP and subsequently arrested.
His troubles with the law were not over there.
He started arguing the RCMP members while being escorted from the premises and once inside the police cruiser threatened the officer with ‘taking him down’.
Once at the detachment his then refused to remove his jacket and shirt to be searched.
His irritation once again showed so too did his threats to officers. He turned to one constable at said ‘you should all be dead.’
Once in his cell he threatened the guard by saying that he ‘should be hit in the head with a baseball bat.’
Judge Rae allowed Bad x bf to speak for his actions and it was his defense that he was ‘under an extreme amount of stress’, ‘angry, upset and in extreme pain’.
Crown Prosecutor John Donahoe suggested to Judge Rae that an appropriate sentence range would between six and nine months.
Bad x bf’s lawyer C. Milsap suggested that bad x bf’s sentence should instead be 90 days and that he be allowed to serve the sentence intermittently.
Judge Rae did not buy into any of Bad x bf’s excuses or explanations for his behavior.
‘The problem is that your alcoholism goes back to 1981. Your propensity to assault people also goes back to 1981 and your propensity for drugs goes back to 1983,’ said Judge Rae.
‘At some point I have to protect the public. It rings hollow to me at this point that you now have a plan. I’ve got no confidence that this order I issued today will obeyed.’
Bad X bf’s counsel also must have felt the same way because in his submission he suggested that ‘rehabilitation has been unsuccesful up to now.’
‘It’s pretty clear that without some real help he? He’ll continue to use alcohol as a crutch,’ said Milsap.
‘If we have to bring him back 10 or 12 times so be it. He’s an idiot when he drinks and he says stupid things when he drinks.’
…….he was a fucking idiot sober too. and charming….seems he’s gotten more aggressive over the years…used to be he just picked on girls….seems he’s willing to duke it out with men and cops now. didn’t find anything else about him. kinda hoped i’d find an obit.
what a turd.
kinda good to see it in black and white – especially with the timelines; ’cause that’s when he came after me. so, he has gotten worse….after coming to lf, i have wondered what he was…but hadn’t really wanted to go there…not sure what he is besides alcoholic, violent, self destructive (possibly grandiose), wreckless and yes, a turd.
Whereas jsj is a lying SACK of shit. (one joy curtsies and backs out of room).
oh, and here’s another gem I knew when i was 18. this is an article from 2008. I knew this guy when he was in prison. he stalked me, too. he had women grooming me to be his bitch. i was in love with one of them, and she warned me about what was really going on.
these people always underestimate the size of my balls, as did the spath.
don’t think i will bother to hide his identity – he is a convicted criminal.
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Convict deported two years ago arrested in Peel
Peter Edwards Staff Reporter
Peel Police are investigating how a man with two dozen criminal convictions managed to slip back into Canada after being deported.
Sixty-five-year-old Gabor Magasztovics, also known as Joe “Ironman” Dinardo, is in custody after illegally entering Canada under the alias Joseph Simon on April 19, on a flight from Portugal to Montreal.
The one-time professional heavyweight boxer and career criminal had been deported to his native Hungary in August 2006, after being labelled a danger to the Canadian public.
Despite his age, Peel Regional Police used heavily-armed members of the force’s tactical unit to arrest Dinardo on Thursday, as he left a Toronto-area restaurant. (think he was in his 70’s when this was written.)
Police are now probing his Canadian associates over the past two months.
Dinardo made headlines in the sensational 1974 murder trial of millionaire Mississauga developer Peter Demeter, whose wife Christine was bludgeoned to death in the garage of their Dundas Cres. home.
Dinardo shocked the trial when he told court that Christine Demeter, a former model, had offered him $10,000 to break her husband’s legs and arms just a week before her murder.
Peter Demeter, who was also born in Hungary, was ultimately convicted of hiring a hitman to kill his wife.
Dinardo immigrated to Canada at the age of 12 and never obtained citizenship.
Dinardo was in the news again in 2001 when he was a pallbearer at the funeral of Eddie (Hurricane) Melo, a boxer and mob enforcer who was murdered in the parking lot of a strip mall.
Magasztovics’ criminal record began in 1958, and includes prison and jail time for a robbery, arson, thefts, forged documents and counterfeit money, weapons offences and five parole violations.
gem? or germ?..I hope you keep better company these days Miss 1steprs.
I must live a very sheltered life – the only criminals i know are my mother and xbf, well my bro and dad would fit in there also but they all seem to operate under the law…
hens – keep better company? BWAHAHAAHA!!
in the first case i was lured in by charm, and in the second by a ‘sweet’ hearted, albeit predatory, older woman (aka the hand maiden/ dupe)….all before i was 21.
if you role those things together you have the spath! charm/ predatory/ older woman. these @.......$#^% t left me fearing for my life – jsj left me fearing for my sanity. ones life can be sometimes easier to protect.