I recently had clinical contact with a client who left me with the unusually strong, immediate impression of “schemer,” “slick,” “full of crap.” He was instantly, aggressively ingratiating—less, I felt, from insecurity, as from ulterior motives, as if he were angling, at the outset, for an edge.
I had the uncomfortable feeling I get around intrusive salesmen who leave you feeling like an “object” from whom to extract a sale and commission.
I should mention that he was glib. Glibness is a trait often associated with certain sociopaths. My client was so glib, as a matter of fact, that for the first time in a long while the word “glib” actually popped into my head.
When I say “glib,” I don’t mean just fast-talking, which he was. He was shallow, too. And for me, the combination of smooth, fast talking, underlain by shallowness, really captures “glib.”
He was something of a schemer, and it was fascinating to observe him deny or dismiss rife evidence of his historical deceptiveness, abusiveness and double-standards. And he did so with a striking lack of shame, and with much audacity, along with irritation (arrogantly conveyed) to have to even deign to respond to the history.
Now I’d like to shift gears (abruptly), and say something about the psychopath’s (or sociopath’s) alleged “look,” or “stare,” which has been described anecdotally in the literature. Its most obvious form is characterized by a certain crazed intensity (note some of the existing photos of Ted Bundy, and other serial killers).
There are also, I suggest, other, subtler forms of this look. In any case what this “look” transmits (in any of its forms) is something elementally predatory. It has an evaluatively predatory quality.
I suspect that many of you have had the experience of being watched in this way?
It’s more than a feeling of being scrutinized, because all of us scrutinize each other, and clients should be scrutinizing their therapists.
It is more, I think, the quality, or motive, of the scrutiny—again, a predatory aspect that engenders the experience of feeling invaded, and “sized up,” “measured” for ulterior purposes.
At bottom, this is a type of “look” that leaves one feeling watched, studied as an “object.” One experiences the “watcher” as if he or she is calculating, “How much can I have my way with this person? How susceptible is this person to my present interests in him or her?”
My client had this “look.”
He was a “watcher,” and as he watched me, I often had the disconcerting sense that he was less interested in what I had to say, or what I was saying, than in using the time I was speaking to further his evaluation of my vulnerability.
This feeling with, experience of someone, can be a signal. It can signal that something predatory is brewing, or occurring.
I’ve called this the “feel” of a sociopath, because sociopaths sometimes (not always) can stir-up this sensation in those whose paths they’ve crossed, or lives they’ve entered. To be sure, not all sociopaths evoke this experience; but some do, and it can be an uncomfortable, and not easily articulated experience. Depending on the circumstances, it can even feel flatteringly seductive (if still uncomfortable).
Take, for instance, a blind/first-date scenario, in which the exploitative-minded individual approvingly, hungrily, invasively and audaciously sizes-up his date, leaving her feeling flattered (hungrily desired) while at the same time uneasy?
This “sizing up,” “measuring” process too often belies not a hunger for love, and connection, but of acquisition, possession and/or conquest.
(This article is copyrighted (c) 2009 by Steve Becker, LCSW.)
Hi, guys, Just popping up again to say “Wow, I feel like I’ve been reading for a year now”. Reading reading, learning. Feeling better, then getting really pissed off again. Sad, hopeless, fearful. And then back to hopeful for the future. I’ a moody biatch. : )
I know all this is suppose to help me get on with my life. I guess it is. But more so it is giving me the tools I need to turn the tables on him.
Thank you all for all the great articles…………..and posts.
Reading this makes me remember how he stared at me, I did not recognize it for what it was at the time, but now I feel like I was being studied. Makes me feel sad.
I don’t recall that look until after we married, after his “Nice Face” started to come off. After that, I remember the “LOOK”.
I didn’t know what it was then………..
I know that look, that weird stare. At first I thought, I say thought, he was just really into me. After the honeymoon my first came by and saw the picture of us on the honeymoon. His exact words were, ” Uugh, Ugh look at those eyes.” I said what? Not knowing what he meant at the time I could not see it. Many years later I started to see that look regularly. I was not sure if it was a mental illness, or depression that I would see resulting into the weird look. It was not always there. In the end of the relationship it was always there and I feared that look. A look of a bear in the woods chasing his next meal! Thanks for the article, confirming the weird look.
What I call “THE LOOK” has a quality of RAGE about it. EVIL RAGE. The famous picture of Charlie Manson, looking at the camera with that SATANIC STARE is the closest I can describe it.
Dead on! “I suspect that many of you have had the experience of being watched in this way?” Yes I STUPIDLY agreed to meet the P in a hotel. He got their early, got a room with a window facing the parking lot. Talking on the cell phone, he let me know he was going to be watching me walk up. When I got to the room, the door had been opened a crack and he said “come in”. After pursuing me for 40+ years, telling me “everything you say, everything you do, breathless, in love” etc. via emails and phone calls, I expected to be enveloped in a warm embrace, tears of joy, “oh my god”, etc. But instead, the room was dark, except he was backlit by the window and so it was hard for me to see him….but I saw that he had a baseball cap on, and he was sitting back with his arms crossed, and cocking his head from side to side, very arrogantly
I do not recall the stare but I did not stay with him very long. But mine had some other traits. Whenever I would see him, even if I hadn’t seen him in two weeks, whenever we hugged, his hug had the quality of lack of feeling. Hard to describe. There was no emotion in it. His kisses also had no emotion. It didn’t bother me at the time. I have enough emotion for any 10 people. And I think I mentioned here before that there was a time he was sitting on my sofa listening to Cold Play while I was changing for a reptile show. I saw him sitting there and had the distinct sense that no one was home. Nothing substantial inside. I remember saying to myself, “who did I just sleep with?” Who is he deep down? It seems when he wasn’t complaining about his “soon-to-be-ex-wife” as he called her, or convincing me how much he wanted me and wants to always be here for me, etc., there wasn’t much substance to him. We often had long quiet drives in the car in the beginning when we were building our friendship. I found his inner quietness very refreshing. But maybe there was just nobody home to have an intelligent conversation with. I tried to find out his feelings about fighting in Iraq and watching his friends die. His response was to shrug his shoulders and say “it was a job” or “it was just kill or be killed.” He had no feelings about it one way or the other. I found that strange.
When he returned to my reptile site, he played the game so well. He introduced himself and talked about his 10 snakes. Then he said he’d had some hard times but everything was okay now and he’d be posting all the time. One of the members said “Wait till Stargazer sees you’re here, she’ll freak out.” His response was perfect: “I’m only here to share my snakes.” He never misbehaves. Never creates drama. Therefore, he will always have friends there. And yet he had opened up another account under a different name. I imagine that’s the one where he will con people. It’s so creepy.
Steve:
I’ve read somewhere that the first time we meet somebody we’re allways attracted to 3 things. In my case its eyes, teeth and shoes (don’t have to Prada, but do have to be shined).
I should have paid more attention to that old adage “the eyes are the windows to the soul.” If I had, I would have picked up on glib S was on the surface and how there nothing going on below it — except the calculation.
I agree that there are variations on “the look”. And the look is part of the whole package — which you summed up. But, the look is the first warning sign no matter where it falls on the spectrum from calclulating to predatory.
Dead on! “I suspect that many of you have had the experience of being watched in this way?” Yes!!!!!! Literally!
I STUPIDLY agreed to meet the P (for a reunion after 40+ years apart) in a hotel. He got there early, and got a room with a window facing the parking lot. Talking on the cell phone when I was driving, he let me know he was going to be watching me walk across the parking lot. I tried to somehow look sophisticated walking from my parked car to the hotel. (Already he had me performing for him!) After I entered the hotel and got to the room, I saw that the door to his room had been opened a crack and I stepped in. After pursuing me long distance for 40+ years, telling me “everything you say, everything you do, breathless, in love” “love you” etc. via emails and phone calls, I expected to be enveloped in a warm embrace, tears of joy, “oh my god, is it really you”, etc. But instead, the room was dark, except he was backlit by the window, at the far end of the room, and so it was hard for me to see him….but I saw that he had a baseball cap on, and he was sitting back with his arms crossed, and cocking his head from side to side, very arrogantly appraising me, with a “hmm” “hmmm” as he looked, a very slight hint of a smile. And he just sat there and didn’t say anything but “hmmm”, until I finally started toward him, with my arms outstretched.
I try to relive those awful moments in my head now, and picture myself with the reaction I would have now. And in my head, now I say something like “This is the welcome I get after 40 years? You arrogant son of a &&^**” and I turn and walk out and don’t turn back for any reason!!!
I think it helps dilute those FORMERLY hurtful memories. I still remember them now, but I rewrite the endings! And it makes me feel empowered.
I think reactivity, as the Betrayal Bond book suggests, is the biggest problem for survivors of repeated exploitation. We tend to over react, or under react, when someone tries to exploit us again. Right now I’m in the over react mode, but it feels much better than under reacting! Woe to anyone who tries to exploit me right now! It makes me far angrier than it should , but that’s okay for now.
Thanks as always for the great blog!
I don’t know that mine had a look, but I distinctly recall how he could look me in the eyes without blinking, as if he were utterly sincere and truthful in whatever he was trying to convey.