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.)
Muldoon, The night before I left my ex, I was very agitated,I still didnt think I had the guts to go through with it. Id found a tiny flat,{condo} and worked out a deal with the owner, that Id supplement the rent by giving her a facial every week, which she agreed to . Id packed up a small amount of my stuff, and had arranged for a sculptor frind to come by in the morning, aftermy ex and my 2 teenage daughters had left for work and school.
That evening, I was cleaning the fridge, for something to do. He came up and raised his fist at me, and said,
“Get away from that fridge! You dont live here any more! Just get out, now! ” I said nothing, as I didnt want to provoke him further.He raisd his fist again to hit me, and I said,
“You cant touch me, Im protected!”
“Your protected, are you?” he sneered, “Well see if your protected now!” Just then, I felt a whoosh! sound, as if two Angels wings were enclosing me, and wrapping me up. Then, he slipped in a puddle of water on the floor,{from the leaking fridge, LOL!} and fell on his back. Thre times, he tied to stand, and hit me, and each time, he fell. Thats when I KNEW God and the Angels were protecting me from harm from him.
My friend, Bruen., arrived the next day, loaded my things onto his lorry, I put my siamese cat in a pillow case,{she looked at me as if to say, “were in this together!”, and we were off. When I got to my small flat, Joan, my landlady had left a note for me, and flowers, a small glass bluebird of happiness onthe table. The note said,”To dear M., Welcome to your new Life! Love, Joan. ” I sat there, my arms gripping my sides because of the pain,my grief was immense, wall to wall. But a little voice in my head said,”You did it! You left them! You are safe now!”geminigirlXX
YOU GO GIRL! xo
Gemini:
That is just classic!
Do we wait, because we are always thinking they will change? Is this it…..in our fantasies, we never really think it will get that bad?
I wonder if this is the same thoughts that goes through a womans mind as her husband is about to kill her?
I don’t think anyone ‘expects’ to be killed in a marital relationship…..they can hit us over and over, years and years…..we still offer hope….
BUT, I guess they can only KILL once. Then it’s done, over…….
If death wasn’t the final, final…..They would kill us over and over too. Death just happens to be final.
Typically, men who kill their wives……it’s the first time they kill……again the Sociopaths are not always ‘serial’ murderers…..THIS DOESN”T MAKE IT BETTER!
Once we are dead…..we are dead! PERIOD!
I’m glad we all got out alive, I hope for other Lf’ers the same blessing…..it’s all about the decisions we have to make!
Stay well-stay alive!
XXOO
gem: “Angel’s wings”… AWESOME!!!!!!!
Muldoon
You are not the exception to the rule. There is nothing wrong with YOU!! BELIEVE IT!! If you can’t do it for yourself do it for your kids,
IT IS NOT OK!!! IT IS having a shocking effect on them emotionally!! You need to get out for THEM!! Come on MULDOON!!
We will help you! we will tell you what to do!! Start secretly packing the kids gear and store it at your friends place. Don’t tell them why, just say you will pick it up next time. Have an emergency exit. Have the kids toys and clothes and your undies and toothbrush and some clothes and your favourite photos stored at someoneleses house, ready for your escape. Get copies of whatever you need and some secret emergency cash for food and fares for when you leave. HURRY UP!!!
Muldoon
You know in your heart its only gonna get worse. You know in your heart there is nothing you can do to fix it. You know in your heart its time. You know in your heart the kids will be better off . You know in your heart you are running out of time. You know in your heart its never gonna change. You know in your heart that the kids hurt as much as you do.
Muldoon!!
You need to go away..HE WILL BE BACK!!
I forgot to add, when the Angels wings wrapped around me, at the same time, this wall of invisible ice came down! Wham!It was freezing! It separated me from him, and he just couldnt reach me! And he kept on falling down,as if he was being pushed!
I also said to him “You cant touch me, Im protected. Ive reached a place in my head where you will NEVER BE ABLE TO REACH ME AGAIN!” This infuriated him, of course!Now, I have to reach this place in my head with my adult kids, no easy task, but with NC it gets easier, and with the love and support we give each other,we are invincible!TOWANDA!! lots of Love to ALL you great people, inc.Oxy, Tilly, Twice betrayed,Muldoon ,shabbychic, erin cathy, ALL of you!You are all awesome!!
God IS on our side! he is in the pain with us! he is in the fire with us!{remember daniel? Being thrown into the fiery furnace?There was another figure in the flames, gues who it was,-Jesus! he said, “when you go thru the waters, Ill be there, when you go thru the flames,, Ill be there.” Nothing can separate us from the love of God? Can floods, fire, persecution, pain, death, the sword? NOTHING,can separate us from god, who loves us with an everlasting love!., Neither principlities and powers,{this means the devil and his evil angels}neither things present, things to come, things above the earth, things under the earth, nor life, nor death, nor any other thing, NOTHINg will be able to separateus from the love of god, which is in Christ jesus. get that, people> NOTHING!!
He will be back more dangerous than ever.