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.)
Well, it seems a few of my friends have taken matters into their own hands. They are the ones that actually met the S back when we were just friends, and he lied to them too. So they have a personal vendetta. They are also on the reptile site, and they believe he is lying about the snakes he claims are his (big surprise). They are going to expose his lies on the site. So it’s possible he may get driven off yet. lol
I kind of have mixed feelings about it because I don’t really want to even hear about it. But if they can nail him, it would be very satisfying, especially since I have nothing to do with it. When I heard he was lying about the high end snakes he claims to own, I actually felt sorry for him. It’s sad when someone has to lie that much for attention.
On a happy note, I am very very lucky to have friends like that who would go to bat for me. I have another friend in Florida who I never met personally. She helped me nail him in his lies last summer, which helped me see the truth about him. Speaking of “going to bat”, she told me if she lived here she would not hesitate to beat the crap out of him with a bat. I’m not sure if she was kidding.
I really believe that to confront a sociopath, it takes a village. The nice thing about having forum friends is that the S does not know where they are. They can do their “good work” from a distance. I am very fortunate to have a core group of friends who are fighting for me, even though I have walked away.
Hugs… That’s that is a physical interaction between two people….
I remember went I showed affection with an hug or stroke (just touching someone’s back or shoulder) to my ex s/p. One thing I want to add is how I was always the one to put forth any effort in this physical contact between us during our 17 years. Anyway back to point. When I would do this I notice a few things. One was how her embrace felt more mechanical like someone going though the actions but not feeling it. Two how she would just drop her arms after the embrace to her sides and then three when I looked into her eyes how I saw a “forced” smile not the genuine smile I have seen on countless faces whenever I showed my affection albeit another family members friends co-workers or even a stranger. I am a very huggable type of person and can show my goodwill and affection very easily. But with my ex s/p I always walk away from it feeling “what just happen?”. What I mean is if I hugged myself I would feel something and whenever I hugged my children I feel good and I know they do too. I see those smiles on my children’s faces and know they are real and sincere. But it was never like that with her! Not once and I guess this should have been a “red flag” in it’s self in the beginning…
Regarding “The Look.” Mine had a real repertoire, I now realize from the distance of a few years.
While still in the relationship, I often joshed and joked with him about his “John Belushi” look. This was the plaintive, liquid-eyed, little-boy-lost look that Belushi uses on Carrie Fisher to keep her from shooting him in “Blues Brothers.” My ex used this one to very good effect with me. Like Carrie Fisher, I would melt, relent, allow him whatever lie he was peddling at the time.
Just before I got rid of mine, I experienced the cold appraisal look. At the time, I described it as being “studied like a bug.” (I’m sure I probably got that look early on in the relationship too, but I didn’t know enough to be cognizant of it at the time.) It’s funny to see these things NOW, with all the benefit of hindsight and years of study. Funny and sad. (The appraisal, I now know, was him deciding whether to “keep me” as his nurse and financial spigot, or whether to go ahead with his plans to discard me for a stable of younger women. Fortunately for me, he never got to make that decision. I made it for him.)
Then there was the capper–the hate-filled look of total, deadened, hostile malevolence. I still experience chills just thinking about it. I hope never to see such a look on another human being as long as I live.
Mine had very distinct “voices” too. He was a master of vocal inflection.
“I remember went I showed affection with an hug or stroke”
Sorry typo.. should be:
I remember When I showed affection with an hug or stroke
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Mine was a terrible kisser, terrible hugger, terrible lover, you name it.
One more thing about trauma victims having too much reactivity. I forget which self help talks about getting your zipper back on the inside. Right now, I catch other emotions, even from movies, far too easily. Anyone can unzip my emotions, feeling etc and get what they want. I’m working on putting the zipper on the inside, so I am in control of my feelings. And I’m working to have more “emotional insulation” (a term from one of the books also) around me, so I don’t get so drawn in.
Here’s another funny thing. I used to do undercover work and see abuse first hand. THEN I did keep my emotional reaction to myself just fine. Why? Because I had the perfect training as a child. Focus on pleasing the abuser, discount or deny what is really going on, just please the abuser, hyper focus on keeping them from abusing you. Perfect for documenting things with a hidden camera. My partner used to say, “You are good, even I would have sworn you liked those people”. Sadly, it wasn’t much of an act, just the way I learned to react to bad guys!
However, now my husband says I have my guard way up, but he agrees it is a good thing!! (And I stopped undercover stuff, I don’t need more trauma in my life.)
Whenever I reached out to my S physically, I always had the feeling that I was touching/holding/kissing etc someone who wasn’t there in the moment.
Oh, initially he put on a pretty good show in bed. And he was completely uninhibited, which was part of the draw. But, by the end I may as well been holding a slab of meat.
“A liar avoids eye contact” is a common myth. The more adept liars (we know who they are) are far more likely to use a friendly or assertive gaze to add more assurance of credibility to their lie.
Steve, this sounds like you had one of the lesser ASPDs in your office. He didn’t begin to match the subtlety of the guy who played me. If only the signs could be that obvious!
Rune: To this day, I know have a hard time making eye contact … due to be a victim of psychopaths … I’m totally humiliated when I have to tell anyone in authority about my saga.
Very difficult to make eye contact and if I do, very difficult (what’s the use) to keep it (why bother, I’m on another playing field). I just want to crawl up into a little ball and make believe none of this happened to my life (as I knew it).
Now when men talk to me … I automatically divert my eye contact from them (why bother in this arena too … I could care less that they are interested and I certainly don’t want to know the rest of their stories).
Peace.
Wini: I think this is part of that aftermath of the trauma. I understand. I know that sometimes people think I’m being “shifty” when I look away. I have so much pain that I just don’t want to be that exposed, to let someone else look deep into my eyes.
People who examine these disordered creatures in their clinical settings just have no idea of the damage they can inflict. Steve had an easy target with his smooth talker there in the office. If only they were all that obvious.