After all these years, I remain struck and fascinated by how readily, abruptly, selfishly and destructively my more narcissistic clients use blame as an interpersonal weapon.
This isn’t a surprising observation: Don’t like what you’re hearing (because it’s inconvenient)? Blame the messenger. Find an expectation oppressive (because it’s inconvenient)? Blame your partner as a nag, a bitch, or as insatiable.
Find it inconvenient to admit your deviousness or treachery? Blame the victim of your treachery for driving you into a corner and leaving you no choice (in other words, you betrayed me, before I betrayed you!).
For such individuals, blame becomes a reflex. It is often staggering to watch, as it suits their convenience in the moment, how they’ll switch it up and accuse a partner of something that they (not their partner) blatantly perpetrated.
Blame, in many of these cases, is often projected. By projected, I mean that the blamer (the aggressor) takes a feeling—say, guilt—and projects it onto his partner as, say, blame.
For instance, his guilt over an affair is projected as, “You drove me into her arms!” (In other words, I’m not guilty, but you should be!)
Should you challenge his twisted version of the truth, he may escalate his projecting along the lines of, “Don’t go pop psychology on me! There you go again, manipulating me with your pop psychology! You were a lousy wife, you treated me like shit, and so what the hell did you expect?! Shame on you! Take a look in the mirror, honey. You’re a loser!”
By now, a gaslighting effect risks emerging: disoriented by his vitriol and the seeming conviction of his accusations, you may begin to wonder, who’s crazy here? Him, as I once thought, or perhaps me?
Blame, of course, doesn’t always involve projection; sometimes the abuser’s contempt—that is, his devaluation of his target—is so great that, even while he’s consciously, lucidly aware that he violated you, he’ll blame you anyway.
This, of course, takes hubris. But what it most takes, as I just suggested, is a massive level of contempt. Consider the example of the individual who sexually assaults his victim and, fully recognizing the nature of his assault, nevertheless (and shamelessly) blames the victim, calling her a whore, saying she wanted it, she asked for it, she had it coming, what the hell did she expect?
My own view is that the sociopath, in general, has less need than the narcissist to “self-justify” his use of blame. His feeble conscience, which makes few, if any, demands of him, effectively enables and liberates the audacious expression of his contempt and self-centeredness.
I suspect this also explains (at least partly) how, knowing full well he’s been a scoundrel, the sociopath can look you in the eye with unabashed, naked contempt and brazenly endeavor to blame or lie his way out of accountability.
The comfort with which he can do this, the seeming absence of conflict, guilt and ambivalence with which he can blithely commit, and just as blithely deny, such exploitive behaviors, becomes a diagnostic indicator of his sociopathy.
(My use of “he” in this post was merely a convenience, and not meant to suggest that females aren’t capable of the behaviors and disorders discussed. This article is copyrighted © 2009 by Steve Becker, LCSW.)
Maybe thats why I can’t get past the revenge feelings, because for all those years, it kept me alive. Maybe not. I am just trying to get past this block. Its driving me insane. I know if I did anything to my ex p the only one I hurt is my son. ( It would be worth going to prison for at this stage for me), and that is all that stops me.
NewLife, thanks so much for the feedback to Martha Trowbridge. I really appreciate it. You are amazing.
Thanks, Matt and others for your comments. I was once blamed for high interest rates, so I hear you.
Steve
sstiles: i know exactly how you feel. my spathfool is in the neighborhood as well. everyone knows what he did, and he walks around with his new gf (half my age) and their new, baby. Startin’ ALL over again! And here I am 50 lbs heavier for the hell of the last year, and worn out, looking every bit my age.
you do not HAVE to feel like an idiot. you didn’t do anything wrong! When I walk outside now, I hold my head up, even though i pray i don’t run into anyone who knows him/us. i just think it’s all part of the healing process. when we begin to really accept that they are the ones who must own the idiocy — yea, we let them do it — but we were also blindsided, just like every one else is blindsided by these pods.
so … let it be. Let yourself be free. You (i, all of us) have suffered enough behind them. When we give them our shame, it means we are still giving them …
stop the madness!
TOWANDA!!!
lostingrief: I imagine your neighbors think HE looks the fool. I sure do when I see older men with younger women. Insecurity written all over the men.
yea, but he looks really young. either way, he IS the fool! and yup, insecure as can be.
Thank you Steve for your post. It has been 3.5 years since my S/P/N has been out of my life. But I still feel haunted by the blame. I feel sometimes like his sickness is still on me and I can’t wash it off. Thank you for discussing the dynamics of the blame game. I needed to look at it from the outside.
Starlight…It has been more than 2 years since I saw the S/P/N. I took all the blame and shame from him at age 16, I wish someone had clued me in then, because I did it again 40 years later. It was very difficult to change the image I had had of him all those years and to realize he is personality disordered and a sex addict and alcoholic….very far, far from the image I had in my head. I understand how it all happened. It took a lot of work and a lot of reading of the Betrayal Bond and LF, etc.
Lately what helps me most, the metaphor, is to think of the false image as the person I loved, and picture that some disease has eaten away the part of his brain that held the capacity for love, the capacity to feel emotions for real, the capacity for empathy, and humility, and self-awareness…..and realize that the man who is now left is sadly, so sadly, not the man I once “knew”, and the man left is a monster who will hurt me if ever I go near.
And that ain’t far from the truth!
Justabout, That created an image of disability and disability makes us want to sympathize. When my counselor asked me to imagine him so that she could help me “bind” him, I asked:”Which one?” There were so many faces, yet, now they are all a fog. Monsters they are…
I think of my Monster’s mother sometimes. The saying “turning in her grave” comes to mind. How many souls and lives he ruined, and yet – still out there, telling any willing listener what a hard life he’s had. I despise him. Not disabled, but callous, awful creatures we cannot hurt. Hurt means care. they care not. They win, because they read us like maps. they blame the outside world because it is so hollow and empty inside… Wow, I just vented 1/50th of my anger. That felt great.
Shoot…part of my problem is I probably DO sympathize, though there was a time I’d just soon kill him as look at him. I actually wondered if it would be worth the prison time. LOL! That was then, but now I guess I have truly accepted reality and the anger is just …not gone, but not so easily triggered. How about a rabies ate away part of his brain? That makes him toxic, dangerous, beyond repair.
What does “bind” him mean? Maybe that would help me.
LOL, Rabies works, LOL
I hope I can get to that stage too. Part of my rage and disgust (anger does not seem to really describe it) is that he transgressed on my family, my children and our dreams….
OK, she had used the imaginary binding, taping his mouth shut, binding him in a spiral and sending him off. First, she had to put “all the faces of evil” into one though and now I can imagine him being pathetic and bound and unable to speak the lies. sometimes it actually works (it just did).
I also asked her to help me remember what my subconscious mind knew and conscious mind refused to know. She hypnotized me for the memories to come back and days and weeks later I was able to relive my own shame as I saw myself put my love for him and my trust of him before my own kids. Mind is a powerful thing…
Just read an excellent post by Dr. Leedome (read October 2008) about their failure to develop.