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.
Isteprs, I thought you would get a smile out of this…Yesterday was fathers day, my 8 year old grandson gave me a card, on the inside he drew three wieners dogs with their names…..he included Harley with a halo and wings…now how sweet was that ~!
hens, awwwww – the kids are alright!
Thank you for this article! It’s exactly how I’ve felt – I only lost 4.5 years of my life with this person, but I feel like everything that we did or experienced is null and void. More than the $5,000 in debt he left and the fear and emotional trauma when he disappeared, I’m angriest about my lost time and experiences. Thankfully we were never married or had children, but even just the ordinary life stuff – weekend trips, concerts… it was all a lie on his part and so having him as part of my memory of those events seems to ruin the whole thing for me. I have moved on – and I can genuinely say that I’m happy in my life as it is – plenty of friends and never a lack for anything to do – but I never can recover that lost time or those memories tainted by his presence, but I’m sure making new ones with wonderful, positive people in my life today!
Welcome Firewoman and glad that you are moving on with your life. Life Lived Well is the BEST REVENGE there is.
I have a foot in both camps. Two of my four children are autistic. Their father, with whom I spent 28 years, from age 18, is a psychopath. And prior to my hellish nightmare of a marriage, I lived at home with my Narcissist father and my terminally repressed mother.
I was 47 when my ex left, 48 when I realised what he is. Whichever way I look at it, he stole what are commonly regarded as the best years of my life from me.
I still struggle daily with the aftermath of what happened to me and my children. But I also believe that I have led the life I was supposed to lead to make me the person I was destined to become. It’s up to me know to find out what my purpose is.
Great article, thanks, Linda.
I’m still with my N, but feeling stronger all the time.
Interestingly, although I new my childhood was ABnormal, It was only 2-3 years ago that, thanks to dealing with my loser, I started to recognize just how obcessively dysfunctional each parent was. it took 60 years, but I finally figured a lot of things out. So now I have some clues regarding just who I have become, and why I’ve not onlt allowed evil people to be a part of my life, I’ve encouraged them to keep me feeling “normal”.
Why don’t I leave? The simple answer is that I’m waiting until i’ve earned my Masters Degree in how to recognize warning signs to avoid involvement with folks who behave in unhealthy ways that were acceptable by “normal” parents.
Good news…I’m starting to really notice when people change their stories. I’ve recently been very mindful of anyone who changes significant details when repeating their personal experiences in my presence. Years ago, althought I noticed my husbands ever changing story details and outcomes, I chalked it up as either my version had missing pieces…that were now being filled in, or perhaps i remembered wrong. I usually held myself (not the story teller…my husband) accountable for mis-hearing …whatever version he was (usually boasting) re-living (duh, more like his look at how wonderful I am fantasy), I believed…or at least stood by without a challenge. That is no longer the case…I now roll my eyes or change how I hold my mouth to show others that I don’t believe a word he’s saying.
A recent member of one of my art groups told me how, in Sewden, premie babies born at 28 weeks are left on the table to die….Huh?…but i reminded her that another member’s 3-year old GD, who lives in Sweden, was given every treatment possible to treat her brain tumor. Well…she positively KNEW it was different for premies. So, I went home and looked up and discovered that a couple of different sources revealed that 82 persent of babies born at 27 weeks survive. So, why would those born at 28 weeks be left on the table to die?…ok, watch out for what she says…likely a convincing liar.
This same gal also (same conversation) stated that her husband had been let go from his job and after a couple of years she got a job solely because they needed health insurance. The following month’s meeting I brought information regarding premies in Sweden, but decided not hand it to her and possibly make an issue in front of anyone else. Later, as the group was making a projest, I overheard her telling others that she had been the bread winner in her family because her husband had neve rreally held a job for very long because he’d become bored and quit!…She was playing to the crowd and I recognized it!
This month’s meeting is at her home. I emailed a reply to all that I would not be attending todays meeting, but hoped everyone would have a good time. (No excuses…no lies…just stated that I would not be attending.)
I’ve decided to no longer dwell on how I’ve been robbed. Although I usually felt uneasy and challenged outlandish lies, he found it easy to shut me down an d put me on the defensive. So, I took to flight rather than fight! Why did I do that?…but I’m changing…slowly.
Why did I give him my money?…Because that was what my parents taught me to do! It was what “normal” married couples did. I blindly trusted that anyone who professed loving me would not wish me harm. However, thinking back, the parents who supposedly loved me also cause me great psycological harm …duh! This was a very expensive lesson to learn, but I think differently today.
The only way for me to move on is to make sense of my past reactions and analyze what should have been my safe responses…what should I do in the future?
So, my quest is to become more aware of my surroundings and to quietly praise myself each time I recognize a stranger (or non-stranger) danger warning. Prior to leaving my current situation, I personally want to feel confident that past errors of judgement will not repeat in my future. I’m slowly earning my Master’s Degree in how to make self-loving, safe, real “normal” choices so that I can create a new and exciting future. So, unless circumstances indicate otherwise, I plan to make an exit once I’m confident that I’ve completed my self awareness education and have new dealing tools.
Nice article, I lost ten years my Sociopath, which I did not know till after the entire experience was over. To me the day to day life was real. To the Sociopath, it was just a con. I see you all have been through the same tipe of thing. I wish you all a good recovery.
Hi David,
Congrats on getting out.
As bad as it was, the fact that you got out means you’re a survivor. The loss is tuition for what we learned.
Welcome to LF.
What an insightful article. Energy vampires. Time vampires. Is there anything they don’t try to take? And subsequently throw away?
Don’t know if this link will come through, but I got it this morning from a co worker and the timing couldn’t be better.
http://www.buzzfeed.com/expresident/pictures-that-will-restore-your-faith-in-humanity?s=mobile
I haven’t posted for over a year No contact for a year
I am successful in that.
I just wanted to comment on Linda’s article and some posts from you all.
They did steal our time whether years or months doesn’t matter.
When you love and commit to someone, if you have any heart at all, it is all encompassing. As it should be. But for a love with a spath you live every moment every day of your time together in drama!
Drama that focuses all your energy on them. You forget about taking care of yourself. You neglect that you are not being cared for.
I had to realize that thinking about myself was not always selfish!
It took a stroke after my exspath left without a trace and all the financial and emotional devastation he left for ME to clean up.
Linda’s words hit home. You do have to erase that part of your life to RID yourself of the venom of the spath.
My question still is how do I get rid of the anger I feel that MY TIME ON THIS EARTH WAS STOLEN and in my case MY HEALTH stolen, for a LIE?