Imagine you can make yourself invisible (at will) and, thereby, effectively innoculate yourself against the consequences of your violating behaviors.
This playful scenario posits a power bordering on omnipotent. You can do what you want, when you want, to whom you want, secure in the knowledge that you can get away with it.
Your invisibility effectively liberates you from the normal rules and boundaries that regulate interpersonal conduct.
Now let’s be honest”¦with this power, how many of us would use it for our own amusement, and to our own advantage?
The true answer: most of us?
Remember, I said “let’s be honest.”
None of us, of course, so far as I know, possesses this power, thank goodness”¦and let me add that, while I suspect many of us would find some temptingly interesting ways to wield it, I am not suggesting that, endowed with such superpower, most of us would use it in cruel, hurtful ways.
As a matter of fact I think that, for many of us, possessing such a power would carry a burden. I imagine, for instance, a clash ensuing—a clash between opposing forces. That is, between a first force, call it our primitive thirst for self-gratification, and a second force (and the only force with the power to keep the first in check)—our conscience (our heeding of which enables us to sleep reasonably well at night).
So what am I getting at here?
Although I’m not suggesting that sociopaths operate with a belief in their literal invisibility, many of them, I am suggesting, operate with a metaphorically comparable mindset. I call it the immunity mindset.
The immunity mindset, as I’ve implied above, is a mentality characterized especially by the audacious belief and confidence that one can transgress others with, well, immunity.
It must be a heady feeling, indeed, to harbor the conviction that you can pull off sh*t most others would simply find too risky and, more importantly, too shameful to endeavor?
By way of example, imagine that you’re on a crowded subway and are seized with the lascivious impulse to grope an unsuspecting neighbor? The non-sociopath seized with such an impulse may consider it briefly, entertain and even enjoy the fantasy, but then retires it harmlessly.
He retires it for several reasons, chief among them his fear, first of all, of being caught, and just as deterrently, because he knows that the shame that would ensue from his action would supercede, probably greatly, the gratification to be enjoyed from his exploitive act.
Shame, we know, is a powerful deterrent against antisocial behavior. And so it follows that a lack of shame is a wonderful asset to carry into an exploitative endeavor.
Sociopaths, lacking and unencumbered by shame—specifically the anxiety, self-consciousness, negative self-judgement and nervousness that accompany shame—find themselves thus freely poised to engage in exploitative behaviors from which non-sociopaths will typically desist, and to do so, moreover, with the imperturbability of supremely composed individuals.
Their lack of shame, in other words, enables their composure.
In my subway example, the sociopath will grope his neighbor because, first of all, he wants to (and sociopaths, remember, do and take what they want); furthermore, because he lacks, as noted, the anticipatory shame that typically deters most of us from “acting-out” our violating impulses; and finally (and to the heart of this column), because he is as confident as if he were invisible that he will get away with his violation.
Let us imagine, for instance, that his victim whirls around and accuses the sociopath, publicly, of groping her. The non-sociopath would find such a public accusation mortifying. The sociopath, however, just as securely as though he’d been invisible, will calmly deny the charge, or else just as calmly finger the guy standing next to him as the guilty party.
He might say, with remarkable equanimity, “I don’t know what you’re talking about”¦you’ve got the wrong guy”¦.I wasn’t even standing here”¦so it couldn’t have been me. It was that guy.”
Now what kind of world is this in which the sociopath is living?
It is a world in which others are the ultimate objects with which to jerk around, toy, menace, and entertain himself: a world in which he, the sociopath, can imagine doing pretty much anything he wants to anyone, while enjoying, if not relishing, his perceived immunity from accountability.
This is another way of suggesting that many sociopaths aren’t just playing, in fantasy, the game of imagine if you were invisible, how would you exploit your power? Effectively, they are carrying this mentality, what I call the immunity mindset, into the real world.
It is a mindset steeped in a deep, grandiose sense of omnipotence; a mindset, I would add, that leaves the sociopath feeling empowered, and at liberty, to violate others sinisterly with his strange, striking, signature lack of worry, shame and constraint.
(My use of “he” in this, and other posts, is not to suggest that females are not capable of the behaviors described. This article is copyrighted (c) 2009 by Steve Becker, LCSW.)
OXY!!!!
I am an animal freak and I also have a Border Collie who could qualify for MENSA.
I used to be a vet tech and of course fell in love with an AFrican Gray– since they are like the smartest animal on the planet.
One morning–I go to make coffee in the office— say, “Good Morning Einstein!”– put my finger in the cage to pet him and he bit the tip of my pinky off!!!!!!!!!!!
The vet saved me and fixed things up and I am fine.
I wish I could visit you– I am so into animals it is ridiculous. The only tv I watch in the Animal Planet or Nat Geographic. I am currently addicted to “Escape to Chimp Eden”– for one- the male host is gorgEOUS. —
I think of our P’s and S’s and N’s as male chimps. Completely unpredictable and always wanting to be on top (The teenagers anyway).
Remember in January when that woman was mauled by a male chimp? Exactly!
By the way everyone– Yes– I am doing better, but I am not necessarily Happy yet. I still miss the fantasy my P created. I still get sad at my new job when people compliment me– my first thought is, “If my P knew that– maybe he would have kept me.”
My knew shrink is very gruff and straight forward. It works for me actually. He told me la week, “You need to use your brain.”
I love you all and wish I were having coffee with LTL and Oxy right now!
If anyone ever needs a great psychiatrist in the DC/Northern VA area– I’ve got a great recomendation and he has been working for 40 years!!!
Oxy:
There’s a lot of “covering up” in my situation with the sister-in-law, too.
I have seen her abusive side, so my brother MUST HAVE. But, he does not say a word.
At the same time, he did not say a word when I told him she was disordered, either. His behavior changed, though. He almost seemed relieved after I told him. She did so much gaslighting on him (and me) that he probably thought everything was his fault.
She’s capable of killing either him or the child. Everything I see on the news convinces me even more.
Just reading back…Akitameg is singing again!
And Tilly sees her old P and has no lasting ill effects (even laughed)!
It’s a good day!
Dear Meg,
I have a bumper sticker on my truck that says “My Border collie is smarter than your HONOR STUDENT” and it is SO True! The African gray, “Oliver” is really smart too and uses so many words appropriately it can’t be chance.
BTW–Yes, you do need to use your BRAIN! We all do, the thing was we put our brains into storage when we should have been using them. Now, just like a car that hasn’t been driven in a while, it is “cranky” and doesn’t want to run right when we restart it. We just need to get it going again and blow the cob webs out. So use your brain and the emotions will follow…the other way round doesn’t work worth a crap. BRAIN FIRST, then emotions, NOT emotions first and then brain! (((hugs)))) wish you could come visit too!
wp,
Can’t pass up the opportunity to comment on s’s mellowing with age.
Like a bottle of old piss?
Tilly: SO good to hear that you got through that ‘sighting’, and laughed, and processed. I LOVE hearing that. I shriveled up inside when I saw the ex-tox…..still workin’ on my humor skills….
Oxy: The wild animal analogy is brilliant. Looking back on my ‘contibution’ to the experience with a n/p I can frame most all my actions as ‘taming’: helping to get the teeth fixed, teaching how to file taxes, setting up a payment program to get out of debt, co-signing on loans (OH…..still paying), buying a car. ALL to help get this particular wild human to become tame, workable, reliable, acceptable, less dangerous to himself and others.
Just thought he needed some love and training.
HA! Glad I know better now.
As for covering. I did tons of that. I was wrapped up in maintaining the illusion, embarrassed that it was a load of crap, that I would look the fool, and had a hell of a time giving up my fantasy of being ‘the one’ who finally domesticated this animal with my love and attention.
I still get sinking feeling when I write that out. Because, and I am not trying to be hard on myself or totally ‘self-blaming’, or blaming of others–but I knew the jig was up pretty early on, and just couldn’t STAND the humiliation of it. He had a pretty big audience that thought he finally met ‘the right woman’, who had the heart and strength to calm him, and I was trying so hard to live up to his groupies expectations.
I never knew I was as full of pride and determination as I was. My ego really did interfere there for a while. That may sound harsh to some here, and maybe it is and I will have a different experience– a different take on the ‘truth’ of my participation. But I have felt the need to take a good look at what kept me going for it, when much of me knew it was an inevitable train wreck. My pride definitely wenteth before the fall….
Rosa, I don’t know if your brother feels like he just cannot stand the ‘lose’ of giving in and ‘knowing’ who and what his wife really is. But I would imagine, given how hard it was for me (being a woman), and he has the cultural dictates of being a man and all that entails. I have followed your story around your concern for your brother, and I have felt sad for your having to watch and wait and approach with caution. He is LUCKY to have you there….feeding him tiny bites when you feel he can stomach them.
Tilly: The ex P went international? No victims left in Australia?
Slimone: All of the men in my family are deceased, EXCEPT for my brother. What are the odds he gets stuck with a psychopath who I believe is capable of killing him!!??!!
He deserves A LOT better than what he’s got, and I am very concerned for him and my niece. That’s all.
OxDrover: I LOVED the wild animal analogy. PERFECT!!!!!!!!!!!! And your points about wild animals as pets, including parrots, is exactly dead-on (excuse the pun). I have four small monk parrots in aviaries, and one had the “Helen Keller” moment 14 years ago, and ALWAYS uses words appropriately. He is USUALLY very loving, but like a P/S/N, he will turn on me on a dime and draw blood. (And like a P he then says “Accident, accident.” LOL!
I also ACCIDENTALLY (really) ended up with a wolf-hybrid. I got him from a humane society. They said he was a chow mix. Gentle, obedient dog inside, but outside…he liked to do a series of dodge runs, where he runs at you and swerves at the last minute, but one time he jumped up, put his mouth entirely around my throat and then went on by in one smooth motion. I was stunned as I reached up and felt my neck covered sides and front with saliva. He glanced back with a mischievous, happy look but I’m very careful with him now and make sure he doesn’t get riled up while I’m outside. But I realize someday he could hurt or even kill me. I take many precautions but will never get another like him.
Anyway, wild human is perfect. LOVE IT!~
akitameg…total animal lover here too. Sexually mature male chimp is right on!
Slimone–ROTFLMAO “mellowing like a bottle of old piss!”