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.)
Shark eyes! Right -on!
Goat eyes.
It gets better and better! Although goats can be cute when they are babies. How about cayman eyes?
I’m sure sociopaths are cute when they’re babies too. LOL Especially before they can talk. No talking = no lying.
I do remember times when it was obvious he was intently staring at me when he was lieing, but I think that was just because it is now common knowledge that people tend not to make eye contact when lieing, and he knew that. But usually, I just remember charming blue eyes, a great smile, and a wonderful, contagious laugh. He was a high school drop out but I saw him able to manipulate all levels of people, including successful business owners and very well off people. Everyone liked him and he was often described as lovable. He was even approached to be in commercials when he was in California (which he did not accept). But I think there were times when he looked like a lizard to me in his eyes.
Stargazer: I didn’t see that movie. I just read a review, and I won’t see it! I have to be so careful, flims can haunt me for years, I think it is part of the reactivity from trauma. Anyone else like that? Sophie’s Choice was horrible for me, I went into a funk for days.
I had a different take on my ex S today. One of my friends who knows the S saw him on the snake site posting pictures of snakes. He believes they are not even his snakes! They are very expensive snakes, and the photos were obviously taken by the breeder. My friend thinks the S lifted the pictures off a website and is posting them to get attention. Wouldn’t surprise me at all. For the first time ever, I actually feel sorry for him. But I still won’t go back to the site.
I need to comment about my dogs. My dachsund’s, Posey is much better. Crickit had one pup a few days ago, it was breech and it died. I cant get her to leave her bed, she is taking care of this babie that isn’t there. I take her outside and like a bungie cord she is right back to her bed, instinct I guess. Do we have that instinct to love someone who isnt there? Physcologically she is confused, werent we? Love is a powerful emotion. It will take her some time to accept that she is caring for an imaginarypuppy.
Henry,
That is so sweet about your dog wanting to care for her imaginary puppy…. I think all our X’s moved on a whole lot faster with their selfish agendas than poor Posey…(BTW I have an adorable but overweight mini-pincher…)
That is so sad about Crickit. Would it help to give her a small stuffed animal? Also, I wonder if the local humane society has any newborn animals that need a foster doggie mom?
Years ago I had a cat who had a litter of kittens. When they were all adopted out, she used to carry a tiny pin cushion around the house and cry. It was so sad, but it was a good transitional object.