If it’s easy getting into a relationship with an exploiter, getting out isn’t always so simple. What makes the getting out so difficult?
In retrospect (if we’re lucky enough to say “in retrospect”) it seems like it should have been a no-brainer. In truth there are many reasons it can be hard to leave a destructive relationship and destructive person. I’ve addressed several of them in previous posts, and the LoveFraud community in general has addressed this theme comprehensively.
But here I’d like to consider a less-appreciated factor.
I regard it as the factor of habituation. Optimally the best time to end a relationship with an exploiter is the very first signal you get that something is amiss. The next best time to leave the relationship would the second signal that something is amiss.
When we don’t act on these early signals, increasingly we are less likely to act on subsequent ones. One of many reasons for this is the process of habituation.
Habituation is basically how, through repeated exposure to something initially uncomfortable, even highly disturbing, we adjust to it. We are built, it seems, to habituate to unsettling situations and experiences.
And the key to successful habituation is exposure. Sustained exposure to almost anything increases our tolerance of, and comfort with, it.
Consider what happens when we’re willing to endure the initial shock of cold water in a lake, or pool. Our sustained exposure (non-flight) gradually results in our bodies’ adjusting, or habituating, to the cold water, which begins to feel less cold, maybe even warm.
This is great news for someone with a social phobia. We just have to be willing to intentionally expose ourselves, repeatedly and sustainedly, to disturbing social situations, and quite likely we’ll experience a gradual reduction of anxiety.
Unfortunately the same thing can be said of abusive, exploitative relationships. The longer you expose yourself to, and repeatedly tolerate, the abuse, the more habituated you become to it.
Alarming behaviors that initially signaled our self-protective response (like flight) gradually lose their activating properties as we habituate to them. The avoidance-flight signal particularly—in the face of repeated, sustained exposure—dulls and/or we become less responsive to it.
Heeding the avoidant-flight response, in other words, can be critical to our safety and self-interest. It is great to confront and conquer avoidance when the avoidance hinders our personal growth; but it is dangerous to do so in the face of real, violating circumstances.
When I work with partners of sociopaths and other abusers, I find that habituation to the exploiter’s abuse often has occurred over time and contributes to the inertia that keeps the exploited partner in the relationship.
Of course there are often many other (and sometimes more compelling) reasons that one stays in a relationship with an exploitative partner.
But habituation to the abuse, I believe, is not only real, but sometimes helps explain why an otherwise dignified individual would tolerate behaviors that, from the outside—that is, from the unhabituated’s perspective—should be (or should have been) no-brainer deal-breakers.
When relevant I encourage clients to examine this factor in their analysis of the indignities they’ve sustained sometimes for years in relationships with disturbed, violating partners.
Paradoxically (and precisely to my point) their suffering was often highest early in the relationship before, through habituation, they grew slowly more numb and inured to—more tolerant of—the abuse, and thereby less motivated to do what was advisable at the outset—flee.
(This article is copyrighted (c) 2008 by Steve Becker, LCSW.)
sstiles54: Yes, they never can keep a job due to their narcissistic tendencies. They can’t stand taking orders, keeping their mouths shut, just doing and completing their work.
It’s a battle of the wills, and they believe they should be the boss and don’t want to, nor have to take directives.
I’m not sticking up or justifying terrible supervisors/bosses that didn’t work their way up the ladder to get said positions. Some time, you just have to realize that you go to work to do a job, collect your paycheck and that’s the bottom line. Give the employer the benefit of the doubt for at least a year or two, then if conditions aren’t feasible to work in, take a transfer, or look for other employment before just walking out.
I think today’s economy is figuring out how many lousy supervisors and bosses take advantage of the average worker in their place of employment.
Who knows? The tide just may be changing in the workers favor.
Peace.
sstiles54 I am listening – tell us more please…..
sstiles54? And??
Hi everyone, I realized tonight after thinking a lot that my sociopath never believed I deserved anything but him. He kept me long enough to use me and than left me all alone and with nothing. I battled severe depression and suicidal thoughts and heartache. He never once said he was sorry for the pain he caused me and actually told me I did this to myself and blamed me for everything. The rage I felt when he said that to me but I realize now that this was his way of manipulating me and making me feel insane and that I was the one who was wrong. After months of degrading myself and standing by his side only to be thrown away again. To be told I am second. To be played with like a toy when he felt like it and than to be left alone when he was busy. To be controlled and taught to respond as an animal would to its owner. To feel the fear of the rest of your life staring right back at you with evil cold eyes. I realized he never thought I deserved any better than this and he never intended to treat me good. He doesn’t believe I deserve love. He doesn’t believe I deserve to be with someone who will treat me right. He believed I only deserve him. No.
Hi Trinity:
From the tone of your note looks like you’re feeling better about the split and realize you deserve much much better. I remember your posts about the abuse you took because it mirrored mine so much. I really feel good today too. I’m actually happy to be alone. No stress.
I’m trying to think of my aloneness as peacefulness. Peace and quiet and contentment. It was always so much inner turmoil trying to figure out his mood, his needs, his chaos… if things felt good on the surface – I still felt fearful on the inside. And if things felt good on the surface, I knew he would ruin it somehow soon.
Alone isnt always a bad thing. It can mean peace of mind. You can sleep when you want, eat when you want, watch what you want, stay home, leave, talk on the phone, chat on the computer, take a hot bubble bath, –no one else to worry about. Have ya’ll taken a bubble bath lately? Its good for the mind!
Being “alone” is not the same as being “lonely”–time alone to think, ruminate about things, and just get acquainted with yourself is wonderful time.
Tonight I AM NOT ALONE OR LONELY, my son C got home today!@....... I feel like the father of the prodigal son in the Bible story, “my son was lost and now is found.” Kill the fatted calf (a great big pot of stew and corn bread) and put a robe on him (he’s using my fuzzy bathrobe cause his is still packed in the truck! LOL).
My world is complete, my son has come home! TOWANDA!!!
Yeah! So happy for your happiness OxD.. my son has been gone the Navy now for 2 1/2 years so I know the warm happy heart you are feeling on this night. I ache for him sometimes..just to have his presence in the house — and when couple of visits have happened – there is no better feeling than that! Enjoy enjoy 🙂
ps I have a SUPER cornbread recipe if you want it.. it melts in your mouth – truly – and its easy ! Your dinner sounds fab!
Dear FMA,
Thank you very much! In so many ways he has been gone longer than the 16 months since hemoved out of state, he has been “gone” from us since he married that terrible woman. We’ve kept in constant communication by e mail and phone since he left the state but he is back at the farm again, our sanctuary, but he is also like I am now, about that…if in order to be safe we have toleave it forever, that’s okay too. As long as he and his brother D and I are a “team” we will make it.
He’s going through another “stage” of the healing and is ready to move on to some more self searching, regroupsing, and finding out what he wants to do with the rest of his life. For right now he is going to do physical labor here on the farm, de-stress, spend time in the woods, see his friends, and just unwind from the continual stress of the past few years.
It is just good to hear him laugh and see the happiness in his eyes at being home. It was good to hear him and his brother bouncing jokes back and forth off my head! I’m outnumbered again! I don’t have a chance! LOL
Hello to you all, I’m back for some more writing. I’ll try to get a time line going. We were married in 1998. In 2001, I was still working all the hours I could get, while he went from job to job. In Nov. 2001, I was feeling really sick, & none of the doctors I saw could figure out what was wrong with me. I finally got a diagnosis in Dec., I had stage 4 ovarian cancer. I was scheduled for surgery in Jan. 2002. Now, between 1998 & 2001, he had opened about 6 credit cards, put them in my name(so his ex wife “couldn’t take anything”). At the times when he was working, I could keep up with the payments(I had never had a credit card in my life, so this was all foreign to me.). As he kept losing jobs, we fell further behind, & got turned into collection agencies. He found some outfit that would take all our debts, & we would have 1 payment per month. He put my house up as collateral. He lost another job, & the house I had worked 20 years to get was put into foreclosure. I went into surgery not knowing if I’d even have to home to go to. It turned out, that the doctors told my family I’d never make it out of surgery, the cancer was in all my reproduction organs, plus my spleen, & I had spots on my liver. Somehow, against all odds, I lived through surgery. I would have to go through at least 7 rounds of chemo, maybe live after that. We had to move out of the house, & ended up staying in a flea bag hotel, until we could afford a place to live. We had to go to the local help groups & my son’s church to get the money to stay in the hotel. I had started treatments, was sick as a dog, lost all my hair, & had about 11 meds a day to take. I went back to work 8 weeks after my surgery, because we needed my paycheck. I would take the day of my chemo off work, then load up all my meds in a bag & go to work the next day. He never worked during any of this time, ’cause “he had to take care of me”. We found a house to rent while I was doing treatments, but with only my check, & the doctor bills rolling in, we got evicted. He managed to snag another of his many jobs, & we got lucky enough to find an old farm house to rent. Then his out bursts started happening. He was mad if I cried & said I couldn’t go on being the only one working. He was mad because I had become with drawn, & didn’t talk anymore. He was mad because I could laugh & talk to my kids, but not him. The list went on & on. He threatened to commit suicide. I had to wrestle a knife away from him on at least 2 occasions. He said that if I “up & died on him, because of the cancer”, he would kill my kids, after I died. I made appointments with marriage counselors to try & keep the marriage going. If the counselor was on his side, all was fine. If he was blamed for anything in the marriage, we didn’t go back. We went through all the counsellors in town. I some how managed to live like this until 2006. By then, I didn’t care anymore. He blamed me right up to the day he walked out on me-Jan.23 2006-a significant day- 9 years to the day when he moved in with me. I stayed with his oldest sister & her husband up in Michigan while he came & got his stuff. He had moved all his belongings out to the garage that morning, telling me he’d be back when he got off work to pick up. His sister was afraid for my life, we all knew he was totally off his rocker by then so they came flying down here to get me. We got a lawyer for me, secured a personal protection order for me, & the legal system BS began.
That’s a chapter for tomorrow. I am tired, & kind of creeped out, just thinking about all this. It ‘s scary sometimes, being alone.
Thanks for all the good wishes to the ones who write me back. I need all the help I can get.