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.)
dont worry Star, if he shows up here we will make dog food out of him….Oxy has the recipe.
Hardlesson is even better! Did you change it to Skillet Head yet?
ha ha ha. He is very tall–about 6’4″. He should feed a whole pack of dogs. But they may get mad dog disease afterward. ha ha ha ha Would you believe he has a Bible quote in his signature on the other site? Something about letting he who has never sinned cast the first stone. And, you want a good laugh? Know what his user name is over there? Crucified. Pretty appropriate, huh? Stupid s’paths. I wish it were open hunting season on them.
Okay, well I refuse to let my boa mate with a poodle, so you will NOT be seeing boadoodles. Sorry to disappoint. BTW, my snakeys have more sophisticated names: Jesse and Veronica. Veronica was named after the Elvis Costello song, which I sing to her all the time and she loves it, even though she has no ears.
i am so over missing him – thinking I love him – I remember how confusing it was to to feel those things and fear him at the same time. I know I am better – that is what gets me through the day, I can see and feel the progress, I can see it in other’s eyes, I really had alot of people worried, they don’t have a clue what happened and I guess that is ok, they were concerened that I was losing my mind from half timers or dementia or some dreadful depression. But I can see my improvement through the eyes of those that love me. Now I suffer with why, why did I do that? Why did I let that sorry white trash creature walk in and take over my life like that? This is were the work is the hardest. I can talk about it with you all. Because to accept that I was easy prey for a predator is difficult. But to accept the evil of the predator has been my salvation…we are not recovering from a broken heart or a relationship gone bad, this was really an encounter nobody but people like us understand……that is what still leaves me a little stunned – just look at the power they have~~! we have to get strong, be strong, be aware of what really happened.
Henry, I must say, you seem to be doing so much better than when I first started here last year. Your tone is so much more upbeat. Your question is a good one. I wish I knew the answer to that one myself (why?). BTW, are you enjoying your new job?
star _ i start my new job the first of the month – I am looking forward to working harder and making less money for the ins. and benifits, have been self employed too long. OH Star I cannot describe the feeling I have, I am going through so many changes, but I am optomistic that this is a good change. My ship never came in and I dont waste money on the lottery, but I have a opportunity to work at a local university.. and I have been too isolated too long, this is going to put me in the real world or not…thanks for asking
Henry…I touched on this the other day… I was feeling (or fooling myself) that perhaps we (me and him) were where we both unknowingly needed to be at this stage of our lives. Do you question why you do things in other aspects of your life or do you do them and never question them. I say this because perhaps we should be asking ourselves, How can we make sure that doesnt happen again. Or What can I do differently now? I know this doesnt directly answer your question – but sometimes we are too hard on ourselves. Additionally, why did you do what? Love somebody, Let them in, Give of yourself and care in every way? Maybe its because you are healthy! You just didnt have the tools to deal with his unhealthiness and grab hold of that red flag and leave fast enough! Next time you will dear!!!!!!
Yea, guy, “comm’ona my house!” I’ll put you to work for sure! You can go shovel out the stables, and muck the dog pens out, and fix the fence, and plow the garden! I’ll let Fat and Hairy pull the plows but you have to cuss them! They are jack asses after all! They say that Frank James cursed his mules with lines from Shakespeare and since our living history group is “family” I thought that was a great idea so I made up some “curses” without any “bad” words.
One is “You no good, long earred illegetimate son of an English Lord, gee!” (“gee” means go right! “Haw” means go left) My living history group had a contest to name them and they got a “rPrize” for the winner (a bag of organic fertilizer hee hee hee!) All kinds of names were suggested from Bush and Cheney and you can imagine the rest!
I used to have a cat named “Chairman Meow” so you can see Ihave a sort of TWISTED sense of humor—okay, okay, a VERY twisted sense of humor! LOL ROTFLMAO
I think when I started making bad puns again I was on the road to Healing! The warm(er) weather and sunshine has improved my morale too, but we aren’t out of bad weather yet. I did get ready to pot my perinneal herbs in my new herb garden though, and just getting my hands into the dirt was a therapy for me. The guys fixed fence today and we planned out a remodeling on an old barn on the place for a friend’s horse to live. Plus part of the roof blew off a storage building not long ago in one of the storms we had a few weeks ago so we have to get our stuff out and put somewhere else and then tear the old building down and salvage what we can, before we get the fire department to burn it and then bull doze what is left into a pile and bury it. There is a NEVER ENDING stream of work to do on a place this big, but the thing is that there’s no rush and no stress and plenty of sunshine and exercise.
Considering that only a little over a year ago I was so sick and weak from the tick fever that I couldn’t stand up long enough to wash a small sink full of dishes in the RV, and now I am back to riding Fat Ass and gardening and fixing fence etc. and you can see that my life HAS TURNED AROUND@.......! It has been hard road physically, mentally and in about every way you can imagine! But it has been worth it to be P-FREE.
Oh, Star, I will give you a LAUGH about the Trojan HOrse P, after he got out of prison on parole, he called my EGG DONOR and ASKED TO BORROW MONEY FROM HER, because my X-DIL had used her power of attorney over his account to clean it out OF THE MONEY SHE HAD STOLEN FROM MY EGG DONOR and had given to him. He was totally SUPRISED THAT SHE (THE X-DIL) would STEAL FROM HIM, the stolen money that he had, and that was why he wanted to “borrow” money from my egg donor! LoL ROTFLMAO Choke!!!! Talk about balls! Talk about gall! I was suprised though that my egg donor didn’t give him any! LOL When I found out about it, I called his Parole officer and raised some hades, then talked to his supervisor. His PO didn’t even know he had a NO CONTACT order with our family (so I know he wasn’t keeping a good eye on the TH-P, but I think they will NOW) LOL (the squeeky wheel etc)
It STILL amazes me that there is no SHAME in their minds under any circumstances. Wanting to borrow money from my egg donor because his GF took back the stolen money she stole from my egg donor! LOL That is just UNREAL. But, yes, I am laughing about it now….what else can you do?????
Henry, relationships are so complicated. My stepfather, who was a form of narcissistic sociopath, died many years ago. I still have good dreams about him sometimes and still even miss him at times. I probably cried more over him than my biological father. And yet, he did little more than control me through fear for 9 years. We did have our bonding times when we used to go fishing together. I still have those fond memories. Just because someone didn’t love us doesn’t mean we didn’t love them and bond with them. There may never be any answers, as learnthelesson says, except “because I was human.”