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.)
Thanks Henry. I am not leaving anyone out of the discussion. I just wanted feedback from readers who might remember my posts since I don’t write as much.
The cards I was referring to were cards I saved from BM. Long ago, I saved them as momentos of the times he was being “nice” but they really are quite twisted. They cause me upset. I was reading some of them to another reader over the phone and I started to get that anxiety attack thing that I get in my throat. When I have anxious thoughts, my throat starts to kind of close and choke. It’s weird. It doesn’t happen that much these days but when something is deeply distressing, I still have this reaction. I don’t like this uncomfortable reaction but at the same time, I see it as a teacher. It shows me how deeply I was affected by BM. When I was going through all of this back in 04 and 05, I was in very heavy denial about the nightmare… I rarely cried but when I did, it was uncontrollable, hysterical, with copious amounts of snot. HAHA!
Anyway, I was quite shocked when BM’s daughter found my essay. I hope this means that she was researching the right things and piecing her Dad’s behavior together. Her Mom told me that my posts were very healing and validating for her daughter. I had really wanted to help his family so this is a gift for sure. And it happened without me disturbing them… they found me.
I just want to be careful that in our conversations, I don’t start to doubt what happened to me. I am not sure yet the ex-wife’s take on what happened. I only know she “escaped” with the children. Now that I think about it.. I need to just relax and stay with what I used to say to myself. I know her story in my bones.
And I got to hear from her that she and her children are okay. They have made it out and they are healing. This confirmation means a lot to me.. especially in the line of work that I do.
My job at the Group Home is now my second job as my new job takes precedent. I will be working with a big well funded non-profit that helps troubled children and families in crisis. And I am thankful for these last few years as my well of compassion is now filled with wisdom and I know what it is like when your life runs off in a ditch and I know how to get back on the road.
Thanks for your support Henry. It means a lot to me that I can ask for help here at LF and I can get it. My friends have helped me in other ways but they can’t help me in the way the LF Friends can. And I do need both.
I do follow along as much as I can and keep tabs on all of you. If you don’t “see” me… I am still out there.
Aloha… :o)
Dear Henry,
Bad Man would drive across island to leave a note on my car at work. For a long time after I moved back, if I saw a flyer on my car as I approached it, my heart would drop and my face would go white. I would literally stop in my tracks in the parking lot.. then after my initial physical reaction, the brain would kick back in and and I would realize.. I am in CA. Bad Man is in HI. That is not a note from him. Whew… and then it takes a few minutes for the body to recover from that fight or flight adrenaline rush.
When I was going through these cards I had saved, I found a note he had left on my car… he used this note pad with palm trees all the time… how fitting. The note said, “Please call me. It’s okay! I’m your fan! Love, Yo’ Pirate” (He has some wierd attachement to Pirates and Mermaids… yeah.. I know. LAME.) Anyway, I guess I saved the note because I thought it was funny.. he knew I eventually, I was afraid to even look at the note he left on my car. Which will it be?
LOVE or HATE?
IDEALIZATION OR DEVALUATION?
Anyway, I felt disouraged today because I realized I am still so easy to manipulate as demostrated by the young ladies at the Group Home. I guess it gives me lots of practice. I need to practice TOUGH LOVE. No more nice nice. When I catch them doing something bad, and they give me the puppy eyes and say, “We’re sorry. You are our favorite staff.” I have to smile, say “thank you” and then write them up!
Do you see how this relates to my having been in an abusive relationship? (Oooh… I didn’t like writing that.) Anyway, that’s the truth. I let the Bad Man abuse me emotionally over and over because he did do Puppy Eyes quite well.. and occassionally he was “sorry” or “learned” but looking back, I know that he ALWAYS had something to gain from his phoney and far between apologies. And BTW, his apologies would amount to perhaps a particle of dust in our universe… that is how small they were. Barely perceptable. Does that sound familiar?
So, I know you can realte to me Henry with your Borderline BM. They are truly vicious and yes, MESSED UP. I don’t feel that Bad Man was cleaverly trying to manipulate me. I think he just does that naturally… he has to make everything my fault so that he can protect his fragile self image.
Have you read this: If you ask a Borderline to describe themselves, not only will their description NOT ring true at all for you, they will also be very inconsistent over a span of time describing themselves… whereas you or I have a more fixed idea of who we are and what we are all about.
Something like that… I read it somewhere. When I was with the BM, I did note that the words he used to describe himseld were so far off it was alarming and amusing. INTEGRITY was his favorite and yet.. his lack of integrity in the world was so glaring on a day to day basis.
Ho Hom.
Time for bed.
Thanks Henry. I just needed someone to share with.
His attempt’s and threat of suicide to prove his love for me – really messed with my mind – I would sit down with him and calmly ask him to move on – find your own place – and he would make threat’s – one time he said ( I will rock your world) if you take the car from me – and a few minutes later he would turn on the tears and beg for forgiveness for being so mean – every bad thing that happened was my fault – and get this – one time we were arguing and I said (you dont’ have any friends) and he said yes I do ( if I really pushed it) it got too a point that I didnt ask him anything because I didn’t believe anything that came out of his mouth – I would ask myself (will this ever end) ( will I ever get him out of my life?) and finally I did get him out and was not prepared for the aftermath – I really thot I would just get on with life – and I am getting on very well but like you I have days that I waffle and wonder if He was THE ONE? But then I just re-read what I have just said and yeah I will get over it – him – it’s just kinda Twilight Zone when you realize what never was….
I hear ya Henry.
He wasn’t The ONE.
I have decided, Love doesn’t hurt that much. That is what I have decided.
Show me someone with a great relationship with TWO happy people… and you will not see two people in pain and all kinds of DRAMA.
I bet go to bed. I need my rest so I can be ready for a day of fun and games at the Group Home…
Nite nite.
Aloha
Hi Aloa (old timers club indeed!! – Iv got more staying power than some of the youngsters I know!! Ha Ha. How are you Aloa, nice to see you back too.
Henry, Yes, the shock is realising that everything they did and said was bound up in a total fabrication and manipulation of control. I tested my ex out, many times. One time, he knew I was sitting in a bar across the road, but he would not come over (said he didnt like the beer), he sat in the bar opposite. Now what loving partner would not want to come over to join their beloved?? THEN, I saw him cycling past my bar and I couldnt believe it and I flipped. He did lots of odd things like that – which I now understand to be his statement of control. He was only careful to put time and energy into my life, when he was working up to wanting something.
But, after the question marks (what did they do that for), you begin the smell a rat, see a pattern – that is when realisation starts dawning.
Mornin Angels of Light and Truth
I thought of two more truths that my PSYCO told me;
I have no problem DUMPING People !
I am NEVER Going to be Happy !
Now these came at different times ! Amazing the Contrast these tiny spurts of truth against the DELUSIONS of GRANDURE that He Vomits most of the time !:)~ LOVE jere
Indi: Are you on-line?
good morning, indigo and wini…
my psycho told me the same, more or less:
“i am completely empty inside”
at least he knows it!
lostingrief: It’s OK to feel empty, depressed, anxious, getting no sleep …
What matters is not that we got knocked down in life … What matters is how we can dust ourselves off and get back up again!
Peace as you heal. You will waffle for a while, that’s natural.
Why is gettng out so hard? I would add to what has been said Cognitive Dissonance. From an article on my site:
Leon Festinger first coined “Cognitive Dissonance”. He had observed a cult (1956) in which members gave up their homes, incomes, and jobs to work for the cult. This cult believed in messages from outer space that predicted the day the world would end by a flood. As cult members and firm believers, they believed they would be saved by flying saucers at the appointed time. As they gathered and waited to be taken by flying saucers at the specified time, the end-of-the-world came and went. No flood and no flying saucer! Rather than believing they were foolish after all that personal and emotional investment ”“ they decided their beliefs had actually saved the world from the flood and they became firmer in their beliefs after the failure of the prophecy. The moral ”“ the more you invest (income, job, home, time, effort, etc.) the stronger your need to justify your position. If we invest $5.00 in a raffle ticket, we justify losing with “I’ll get them next time”. If you invest everything you have, it requires an almost unreasoning belief and unusual attitude to support and justify that investment.
Studies tell us we are more loyal and committed to something that is difficult, uncomfortable, and even humiliating. The initiation rituals of college fraternities, Marine boot camp, and graduate school all produce loyal and committed individuals. Almost any ordeal creates a bonding experience. Every couple, no matter how mismatched, falls in love in the movies after going through a terrorist takeover, being stalked by a killer, being stranded on an island, or being involved in an alien abduction. Investment and an ordeal are ingredients for a strong bonding ”“ even if the bonding is unhealthy. No one bonds or falls in love by being a member of the Automobile Club or a music CD club. Struggling to survive on a deserted island ”“ you bet!
With sociopaths/psychopaths they get you to invest everything there is about you in them and so….