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.)
Hi Matt:
You will find it very liberating for sure. My ex started his devalue discard routine last year at this time too. He gave me NOTHING for Christmas. That was a sure sign. I can’t wait til this year is gone.
I am painting the bedroom, bathroom and hallways too.
reflecting – lookin back – he was a sociopath – he did exploit me – but if he had known what a sinking ship he was jumping onto I think he would of reconsidered – but like a rat he jumped on to survive – during those 3 year’s I tried to rescue him and my mother from doom – my N mother was living in a moldy house and being neglected, she was falling and not eating – so after a 5 year no contact with my exploitive N mother I decided I had to help her – I got her a cute senior apt. for just under 200 month in a my town – during the process of moving her I realized she was wacked out on perscription drugs and couldnt function at all – I had to make her wear depend’s – I never got her into that apt. had to put her in the hospital – then a resthome with her cursing me all the way and she would call 911 from the rest home because they would not give her pills. Then she would call me crying and asking what was wrong and why cant she come home? I failed her – again – and she turned on me with a vengence – acusing me of trying to kill her – she is now back with my brother – he will have to care for her. This all happened during the time the rat was living with me – when I helped him buy a car and he forgot to mention he did not have a DL. This was during the time I was loosing my mind. The time I realized he was writing his number on truckstop walls and when I kicked him out homeless and cold and no money he cut his wrist because he loved me so much. This was during the time I was being told I love you – and so bad I needed to lean on him – if just for awhile untill I could get this all taken care of. I failed him – I couldnt’ keep up with his demands – it seemed everything I did irrated him. He was miserable but had not found a new victim to jump onto – but in the bitter end he did. On his way out he said ‘I have been miserable ever sense I came here.’ I knew that, but accepted his abuse and disrespect to a low I can not describe. When he left that final last time I thot I would never see him again – about a month later he shows up saying he can not stop thinking of me. I told him to leave and never come back – I went in the house and called and had both numbers changed – two more times he showed up and I would not open the door to him. Then I fell apart. I couldnt help myself let alone anyone else. I called for help – therapy – physciatrist – meds.and I logged onto Love Fraud and have been here 9 months. The longer I stay in this club the more perspective I have gained. So much of this was about me. I thought that admitting that I was sinking would mean I had failed them or him – hell all of them. I can’t help anybody when I am drowning and people are jumping on top of me to keep from drowning themselve’s, not caring if I drowned first. There are people that have reached out and offered me a rope to hang on to, a reason to look forward to tomorrow. My perspective has changed – for I am wiser now. Life Lesson = The truth will set you free.
Well, I said I was going to not post again until Saturday, but I forgot about the holiday. But I have been doing MUCH better at concentrating on my work. Each week I see progress.
Healing Heart, I could have written your last post….except I’m just about over all that now, so there is hope. For me it was really firmly moving him in my mind from the good guy column to the bad guy column. Not good guy with some issues column but BAD GUY column. It has taken me 2.5 years to do that, after 40+ years of him in the good guy with some warts column. I also had to give up the dreams he represented to me, or realize I can get there MUCH better without him, in fact he would insure those dreams do NOT come true. But that wasn’t so hard. That took a relatively short time. Giving up on a dream of what might have been is EASY compared to giving up on a person. Of finally seeing who and what they are. And admitting that you couldn’t/wouldn’t see the truth and figuring out why. I’m no longer doing that in a self-blaming way. I know realize it was a life time of conditioning that made me that way, and that some of my best traits and greatest successes in life also come from those same traits. In fact, I was selected for my current job because I am known for being gracious, able to let people vent without blowing up myself, etc. But I just have to learn that in personal interactions, I’ve got to have a higher bar of what I will tolerate.
I do still HATE all the time he has taken out of my life. I figured out the other day that he has very negatively impacted 4 to 7 % of my total life!!! There are some good changes I made, but all in all, I wish I had never met him.
Last night I kept waking up. Once I was dreaming about him…the first time in years….and I was visiting him in a mental institution where he was being kept and wondering why the heck I was visiting him. After that I kept waking up to the thought “the prison door is open, all you have to do is walk out”. (The prison of thinking about him). So I think I’m just about there at last. God, I hope so.
Justabouthealed: It can be therapeutic to blog when you feel the urge. Though I am a bit of an internet forum nut, I don’t ever feel bad about time spent here. It’s always so helpful.
For everyone, I wanted to report that my hopefulness of meeting a decent guy has started to come back in the last few days. I have been doing some breathing on my own and releasing more old anger. I’m hoping I can get through the rest of it on my own, as I don’t have a therapist. I wish continued healing for everyone in the new year. I’m having a party tomorrow. In honor of the animals on this planet, there will be no meat. It’s a vegetarian party (meat eating will resume on Friday).
Henry, I will be especially thinking of you and hope you stay away from that bar where you ex hangs out.
Hey Justabouthealed – thank you for the encouraging words. I am hoping that 20 years from now I will look back on the two years I feel were “wasted” on my ex and see them as extremely valuable in life and be thankful for them.
I really liked your dream…and the message “all you have to do is walk out” is a good one for me.
How do you know when you have properly felt all of the anger, grief, sadness, hurt, so that you have given them sufficient attention and processed them (I know how much damage ignoring and repressing these emotions can do) and now should work on the mission of blocking out all thoughts and feelings of him and moving onward? Not that I’m not moving onward, but sometimes I wonder if expressing all my feelings for him might keep me mired in them?
And, I’m not just sitting around alone being bummed out. I am staying in tonight but then have plans with “normal” folk for the next 4. I’m still keeping up a life!
A safe and happy New Year to everyone! A P attempted to murder my dad (and me and my mom) on New Years 39 years ago tonight. Someone my dad fired. I had forgotten all about it..truly!!!….until now! It is an example of how you can FINALLY remember a very disturbing event with no emotion attached.
ANYWAY, thanks Stargazer, but my problem is I owe one employeer about 140 hours and some to another and that is because I kept trying to make sense of what happened to me instead of doing my work. So I really do have to limit my time.
Healing Heart, I’ve wondered the same, and I think I’ve come to the conclusion that for me, the healing part now IS letting go…letting him become a memory (with the emotional content finally drained out) instead of a daily chore! And my therapist says the same. I had to first realize he was a bad guy. I had to next realize how I could have prevented this and what self-defense tools (psychologically) I was missing that kept me from doing that, what in my past made me vulnerable and how to prevent those vulnerabilities from being exploited again, I had to forgive myself for mistakes I made. Now it is time to really let go of the whole mess and move on.
When do you know you’ve reached that point? For me, I think I always WANTED to move on, but just couldn’t put into practice any of the techniques, because my heart kept saying WAIT…THERE IS STILL MORE I DON’T UNDERSTAND.
This site has helped me get past this, as have all of you and your comments. Thank you. HAPPY NEW YEAR…it’s got to be better!
I made it through christmas, actually did very well and didn’t miss him at all, was nice to not have the stress and drama – but tonite I am fighting back tear’s and was wondering if anyone else feel’s the same? Maybe ending the year without him and starting a new year with out him – guess I am just emotional – I really hate him tonite – I think back at all those time’s it was obvious he couldn’t stand too look at me – why did I let him stay until he found a new partner? Why didn’t I leave his sorry butt at the bus station early on in the relationship when I knew he was nothing but trouble? Why do I think about him at all?
Hi Henry – I’m feeling the same way, or at least similarly. I did much better on Christmas than I am doing today.
My head knows what a cruel ba*tard he is, but my heart still calls out for him sometimes. It did today. And that has made me feel angry, angry that I’m still in this. And I’ve been wondering where HE is right now, which is almost certainly with a new woman. Who am I kidding, it is absolutely. And I’m thinking she’s in the idealization phase and deliriously happy, feeling gorgeous, and loved and in a state of bliss, and I’m discarded, damaged, depressed girl.
I think its most painful for me to remember how he looked at me I was repulsive at the end. And he used every opportunity to get angry at me – to look at me with disdain and act like whatever I said was stupid. His disgust for me was painfully palpable.
And I sometimes wish I had thrown all of his crap out of the house into puddles and changed the locks – as soon as I suspected foul play. Some kind of Thelma and Louise f–k you! grand gesture. I wish I hadn’t kept him with me so that I could experience three more months of devalue and discard.
But Henry, we are out. We are out. The ONLY right thing we could do was leave and recover. And that’ what we are doing. We are doing the best thing possible with our circumstances. I know you have good days, Henry, I’ve read about them! I have good days, too. This apparently just isn’t one for either of us.
When I had those moments I had to tell myself…now tell yourself the whole truth….weren’t you always just a little on edge, feeling judged, wanting to impress, afraid of slipping, didn’t you see a little red flag here and there?
But yeah, it SUCKS to think of them happy. My P is surrounded with wealth, globe trotting, people kissing his rich ass all the time. Hard to picture him miserable….but then I remember the venom and know it comes from somewhere. Once I said, okay, you win, you beat me. (from high school days)..You are the roaring, rich success. And he said (in what seemed to be one of of his few honest moments), “Yeah, but you have passion.” (he meant enthusiastic love, not anger)
And when it comes down to it, HH and Henry, you have depths of passion your x’s will never experience.