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.)
Matt,
” This year I’m going with friends to an island for a week.”
Awesome!. I’m thrilled to read that many of your relationships are still thriving. Have a fantastic time. You deserve it.
stargazer, do not feel sad for me, half of this has been of my own making, there were plenty of signs, I chose to ignore them to my regret.
You know what they say fool me once shame on you, fool me tice shame on me…God alone knows when its been more times than you can count. That what doesnt kill us only makes us stronger or so they say.
matt I had a melancholy moment whilst shopping today with my 4 yr old for the food over Christmas, she was so excited and my mind wandered to happier times in christmas’s gone by, all the ingredients were there to make me cry,Christmas carols blasting, excited kids everywhere, happy couples,and the memory of previous times gone by.. God alone knows what people thought!!
Back to taking out different files I suppose.
Muldoon: If your EX … as well as ALL our EXs were humble, none of this would ever have happened.
Peace to you and your children during this blessed time of the year.
I’m grateful that all of us are here to blog to each other … pray for those that weren’t so lucky! For we are the lucky ones. With that knowledge, it is our duty to ensure that peace and harmony reign supreme! REJOICE … for we are the peacemakers of the universe … we are children of God and we have the battle scares to prove it!
Keys
I gota story for everything!:)~
Now remember My P is not Joe Plumber! :)~ He could never keep keys! Lose them every time ! He shoulda had them around his neck like latch key P-kid :)~ LOVE JJ
Wini, what kind thoughts you ahve and how true the words about humbleness.
You know what I remembered today..In the beginning my Ex was only evil to me, never infront of the kids, before I learnt to not rock the boat and I would react to the slights and name calling, he had it where infront of the kids he was wonderfull to me still, make me coffee, call me love and as soon as their back was turned he would hiss some venemous remark at me, one I recall was he called me carrion….dead meat that only scavangers would want to dine upon. I went wild and the kids heard me and I more often than not was the outsider, the villain of the piece.
I learnt a poem years ago about remorse..by Robbie Burns and the words and sentiment are how I feel for what my weakness and insipidness in not getting rid has had my children witnessing…
Remorse.A fragment by Robbie Burns.
Of all the numerous ills that hurt our peace, That press the soul, or wring the mind with anguish, Beyond comparison the worst are those That to our folly or our guilt we owe. In every other circumstance, the mind Has this to say, ‘It was no deed of mine;’ But when to all the evil of misfortune This sting is added–‘Blame thy foolish self!’ Or worser far, the pangs of keen remorse; The torturing, gnawing consciousness of guilt,– Of guilt, perhaps, where we’ve involved others; The young, the innocent, who fondly lov’d us, Nay, more, that very love their cause of ruin! O burning hell! in all thy store of torments, There’s not a keener lash! Lives there a man so firm, who, while his heart Feels all the bitter horrors of his crime, Can reason down its agonizing throbs; And, after proper purpose of amendment, Can firmly force his jarring thoughts to peace? O, happy! happy! enviable man! O glorious magnanimity of soul!
lostingrief; Congatulations on the HUGE step you took in deleting those phone messages. I know how hard that is. You will never regret it, we have to do NC with them….and that, I’m realizing too, means no contact with their own letters, messages, emails, etc. It takes a lot of guts to do what you did, you should be so proud of yoursef!
LIG: Good for you. I would get rid of everything else that reminds you of him too. I’m doing much better now since I dropped the stuff from the garage on the OW’s lawn. That was the last of his things. There is no more connection…no reason for him to come back to pick anything up. I did not keep one token as a momento.
hi Iwonder and Justabout …
there is NOTHING left except his Polo ski jacket which is going to the coat drive tomorrow. and the weird thing is, that since i did it, i have thought about him a LOT less. today he didn’t come into my mind until noon or so! incredible!
i think the universe is rewarding me for my courage.
thanks for your kind words.
TOWANDA!!!!
Hey Guys…..Good job getting rid of his stuff…that definitely helps. This weekend I rearranged the furniture, moved around all the artwork…now it looks like a different place than it did when he lived here. It makes SUCH a difference. Had I realized, I would have done that earlier. It feels like a new place, a new start.
Still, its hard. Xmas has me a little blue – though my relationship was also spiralling downward, but I still had some hope, or rather my huge wall of denial was still fairly intact.
I feel so frustrated this this breakup recovery has been so difficult. I’m sick of the pain. It’s gotten better, for sure, but its such a long process, and I’m angry that I have suffered so much pain at the hands of a relationship with him. I do hope there’s a larger reason for this. I wish I could fall in love again….but that feels so far away, too. I don’t want him, because I know what he is, but I also feel like my heart is still broken, and I can’t be with anybody else.
Stormee, Lostingrief and Iwonder:
You guys gave me the courage to start the exorcism of the S’s presence.
As I mentioned above, today was the anniversary of “our” Christmas last year. I was going through my personal email inbox and found the reservation at this romantic restaurant I took him to last year. I looked at it and deleted it. I then went through the entire inbox and deleted every email from S.
I then went into my net “favorites” list and deleted the links to every trade publication and newspaper related to his business (when I read up on his business so I could talk intelligently about it, he berated me for prying).
When I came home the first thing I saw was the half-burned candle he gave me last Christmas. It promptly went into the trash.
Tomorrow I am going to tackle my inbox at work. It has over a year’s worth of emails from S. Same drill as today — no re-reading them. Instead just hit delete.
After the holidays I’ve got to tackle my closets and cabinets. I know there is stuff from the S in there. Gone.
I don’t need any reminders of S around me. The bad memories which are reminders enough. Hopefully those will fade with time.
And as for this holiday season, I intend to replace all the bad memories I have of last season with some really nice ones.