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.)
I am welling up now just remembering the first time I blogged here – i can not describe the feeling I had that day – you will find more help here than anywhere…
henry,
I remember too my first time too… It took me at least a month of reading on here before I had the guts to write my horror story…Wini was the first person to respond and I will always be grateful for that… I wish I could meet you all in person because I feel so close to all of you, we are truly “kindred spirits”
God Bless…
Oh and he smashed my glasses when he left hence the typos and I am prone to my brain working faster than the keyboard…Anyone know how and when I should tell my four year old that daddy is gone.? And if the courts force me in to allowing access which he will when it suits him probably in a weeks time how do i cope with seeing him at the hand over when it will hurt so much, part of me will always love the lie that was him and although I know its ubnlikely I keep hoping this is some kind of brain storm on his part and really he does love me.
This is the second time he has left for someone he doesnt know and jas only just met, the first lasted twoo weeks I was desperate and had him back without him really even having to try, the second lasted 6 weeks 5 days and during that time he painted me a drug using nutter when he was the drug user. He painted himself a put upon man and like a fool she fell for him….a fool like me. He then dumped her by text to return to me….and now he is off again..dont know how long before he will try and return…I am more sad this time because i know i wont ever be his lover again and my kids wont ever have him as a full time father,
Apart from when he is abusing me infront of the kids he is a brilliant dad to them..I know they miss him, I do too. mad I know.
I definately wontr be going down that road again, although I have become used to his awfull ways its not what i want our four daughters seeing.
I dont know if I could ever tell you all just how little respect I have had for myself and the degredation I have endured at his hands. people who know me would be hard pushed to believe just what kind of abuse I have had and put up with, no worse allowed. I will tell you the full horror of my story perhaps leaving out the very worst of the indignancies when i can handle thinking about it. I doubt you will have heard worse and will wonder where my head has been at.
muldoon,
Just go at your own pace and time… Know that you will be understood here and in addition you are receiving tons of prayer support… I am not the most “articulate” or “educated” of writers (duh) and used to feel intimidated to post …. everyone here understands the horror and shock of finding out the human you thought you knew and loved was merely a hollow,fake excuse of a human wearing a mask….
just tell your daughter that you and Dad are seperated and that you both love her. Dont tell her your pain – be brave for her. When he comes to pick her up – have someone there if you can to make the exchange – try not to interact with him at all if you can. Don’t bring a four year old into the mix of the insanity – if you do not fear that he will harm her – she prolly loves her dad – so you will have to bite the bullet with that. And as far as your spelling dont worry – Indigblue cant spell worth a flip but he get’s his point across…
PS
What an A**HOLE for smashing your glasses…
God Bless…
I was reading this blog for NINE months before logging on. I wish I had sooner! Everyone is incredibly supportive and understanding – they’ve been through it! Since blogging on LF, I’ve lost much of that sense of aloneness that I’d been carrying around for months. Just knowing that I can get on and blog, and hear from my LF buddies, makes me feel comforted. Yesterday I had a bad day after reading an Xmas card that my Ex cleverly snuck by my filter by disguising his handwriting, not putting a return address, and mailing from a different part of the city so I wouldn’t recognize the postmark. I read it….should have tossed it as soon as I recognized who it was from, but I couldn’t. And I felt furious, but also felt like I was being pulled back into the trance. Afterall, he DID say that he loved me (oh so much) and missed me and has so much remorse (translation: self-pity because there have actually been consequences for once) for what he had done…..that there’s a chance the victim part of me could have been drawn back into the dance. It’s tough to shake them. But just being able to blog with folks here yesterday made all the difference. It’s a unique community of survivors who are fighting a difficult and courageous battle. It really is the epic battle portrayed in fantasy and sci-fi films: good vs. evil, light vs, dark. They are demons. Welcome to the ranks of the good guys!
I reed that
speaking of friends – i live out in rural nowheresville – I have a neighbor guy in his 30’s (down syndrome) lives with his elderly parents – he walks the roads alot and he just paid me a visit – I am out burning brush today – he said ‘Well I see you are doing alot better now that that asshole is gone’ I looked at him with surprise and said “well yes I am better Thank you” he held out his hand and said here is your xmas present – i took the 2 dollars and asked what he wanted for xmas and he said 2 dollars – i gave him the 2 dollars and he left – oh he was drunk but all the same he made my day……….!!!