All conscientious people, when there’s a problem in a relationship, take a look inside eventually to see where their fault or responsibility lies. In a good couple relationship, you might have a fight over something, but then at some point, you talk about it and get a different understanding of where your partner was coming from, which can change your perspective. You might realize you reacted because it pushed some sort of button in you, perhaps some experience from your past, or you misinterpreted something. In this interchange, both people in a mutually caring relationship should eventually take responsibility for their part of the conflict. Through resolving the conflict you should end up growing closer, and this ultimately can lead to healing whatever old wounds or misperceptions you are over-reacting from.
Could it have been my fault?
Of course, this never happens with sociopaths. They are incapable of taking responsibility for their part in a conflict, or understanding you if it differs from their perspective. So, we who are responsible look to ourselves to figure out what’s not working. It’s what we’ve been taught.
If you’re still involved with one, you might be wracking your brain to think of some way, some approach, to get through to him/her. You might be feeling so frustrated because you can never make your partner understand you, or how their behavior affects you. And so you probably take on the responsibility, because it really has come down to you. You’re backed into a corner. You have committed your love to this person, made a life, a family. Somewhere inside a voice, perhaps a panicky voice, says, “This is not going well!” You may ask yourself, how can I make this better? How can I be better? How can I get through to him/her?
Maybe you have already decided to leave or have left the sociopath. Even then, when it’s clear how this person you loved violated your trust, tricked and betrayed you, you somehow keep bringing fault back to yourself. What was I doing there in the first place? How could I have been so weak? Why did I stay so long? How could I have not protected our children and just left? From beginning to end, we could be torturing ourselves with these questions, and be consumed with feelings of shame and guilt.
Who’s to blame?
My question is, why do we find it so easy to blame ourselves? It may be partly a conflict between an empathetic nature and assigning blame. Blaming others goes against the grain. Our consciences have us take responsibility for our behavior when things are going wrong. Some of us were raised to take too much responsibility in our families, which just makes it familiar to do. And, if you had children with the sociopath, a parental guilt of a particularly hellish sort can make it nearly impossible to let go of the regret of not having protected them from the sociopath.
Let’s not forget that sociopaths, by their destructive victimizing behaviors toward us, are transferring their own shame (which they are not consciously aware of) onto us, and therefore blame onto us. We are left feeling stunned, confused and immobilized. We do not know what to do after we’ve experienced the manipulations, the anger, the control, the dismissing, the shaming and blaming and what I call, “Jedi mind tricks” from the sociopath. Our selves get repressed and get lost.
It’s a bit like being in a one-person cult. You’re initially love-bombed and subtly, methodically, brain-washed and broken down over time. It literally is that insidious. The healthiest individual would not have defenses against that, once taken in. It’s like a trap that you find yourself in, that you didn’t see coming, but now you’re hanging upside down in a net and it’s going to take time to figure out how to break free.
Accepting my vulnerability
What if we assigned blame where blame is due? What if we accepted our naivety that made us fall for someone who was devilishly artful at presenting him/herself as a wonderful person? What if we accepted our “vulnerability”? People in intimate relationships are supposed to be vulnerable! What if we accepted our own “weakness”? If we consider loneliness or the longing for a partner a weakness, then the whole world is weak. To be loyal and committed, to fight to make a relationship work is the only thing a loving partner would do. Love trusts, love is open and vulnerable. Love never gives up. You did all that love should do, and can feel good about that. How dare your partner discard that love or use it to his own advantage! A normal caring person would have treasured that love.
What if we even accepted that some harm may have come to our children as a result of living with a sociopath? We can’t always protect our children from harm like we think we should. So many things are out of our control, including the behavior of another person. But we can focus on the love we gave our child, and the good intention of trying to keep the family together while we still had hope.
I did the best I knew how to at the time
What if we accepted that we made a choice we thought was fine at the time but turned out to be wrong? We are fallible humans who make mistakes, and hopefully grow from them. What we can and perhaps have done, which is very good, is to recognize we don’t want to live this way anymore. If you’ve gotten out, it is very good you have gathered the strength and resources to have done it. This obsession with blaming ourselves, going round with, “I should have done it sooner, I shouldn’t have been a fool, etc.”, is only an exercise in beating ourselves up. Let’s not carry on what the sociopath has been doing all this time! Let’s stop the beatings!
Maybe you did it at exactly the right time, the only time you could have, considering your circumstances and where you had to get psychologically to recognize who you were with. Now you do know what a sociopath is, and now it is appropriate for holding yourself responsible for not falling in with one again. And, now you can support others who have fallen prey to their carefully constructed webs.
yeah Louise, they do control themselves for a while. My spath wrote a letter to God promising to try to be good. I think that lasted about a week.
Right now, I’m controlling myself from wanting to kill an entire pizza. It’s not going to work.
:p
Edit,
oh yeah also, in that film, there’s a cop with MPD.
He has a dog that he doesn’t let into the living room but as soon as his personality switches to the little boy, the dog immediately knows and goes into the living room. The dog also knows when he’s switching back and he leaves.
The man doesn’t make any signals, the dog just knows.
My dog knew when my exspath was angry even when he didn’t show it. I saw that when we narrowly avoided a car wreck. Spath showed NO emotion, no reaction except to maneuver the car. He was like a machine. But the dog freaked out, like he’d been hit by the spath.
skylar:
I remember you telling that story about your dog and the car. So crazy! Animals are awesome! They sense things we never feel or see. I can’t wait to watch this documentary.
I would love to eat some pizza now, too even though I lost five pounds in these 18 days as I have had no appetite. I am afraid it’s going to come back with a vengeance as I get better. I needed to lose those five pounds so I want to maintain it.
Louise,
well I’m going to eat a pizza because I don’t want to be in denial ANYMORE!
😆
Skylar I found in thee grief processing 1,4,2,3,1,4, etc that I would get to 5 (acceptance) and think, MAN’ I’M HOME FREE! Then I would slide back to 2, 3, 4 or even 1, and back on the roller coaster, but I found too that each TIME I would get to 5 over a particular loss, I would stay there longer until eventually I would stay in that nirvana of acceptance. I realize now that I could give a big rat’s behind about the P X BF that I was soooooo in luv wiith after my husband died. I truly am totally accepting that he is a P and I care not a fig for him.
I’m at acceptance with my husband’s death, I still miss him but in a good, not a sorrowful or painful way. Even with the egg donor I am getting to where I don’t even miss the FANTASY I had about her being my mother. I’m accepting now of my son C’s betrayals. Sure, I wish things had turned out differently with the people I have loved and lost…but I’m pretty well at acceptance with those losses and those griefs now. About the only thing I have a problem with now is my safety and feeling insecure about that.
skylar:
How was the pizza?
Louise, I think it was a Big Pizza~!
Louise
I’m resisting!!!
Part of the problem is that I ordered one online for carry out, the other day, so now all the ads on my computer keep showing these big delicious pizzas!
Moon,
I will eventually give in and it will be a small, gluten free pizza.
sky, i took my two grandsons to see Jack the Giant Slayer at the Imax theatre 40.00 bucks – then snack bar was 27.00 buck’s then pizza after the movie was 32 bucks.. i was floored…when i was a kid i could go the movie for a quarter and that included popcorn and a cherry coke. I dont think pizza was invented back then.
Moon,
it was worth it though, spending time and money on the grandkids, huh? better than spending it on a spath. ugh.
Still, you shoulda scrounged around the net for a coupon!
I have recently discovered that my so called heterosexual husband and father of my son has been using an internet dating service to set up homosexual meetings with men. And has been bisexual for many years. He has been using me to pay his mortgage and other debts off, meanwile he’s been paying men for sex and for hotel rooms etc etc. This counts for 95% of his activity, the other 5% was trying to reel in other women also for relationships. As devastated as i am, this is day 9 since i found out he’s a walking manipulative lie, im also glad that there is nothing wrong with me which he tried to make me believe there was. I was blinded by love, is my only fault. He refuses to let go and will not accept its over. I’ve relocated, started therapy, and cut all contact with him. The child we have together, however will always keep us bound and im not sure how to handle itwhen the time comes that i am ready to face him for him to see out son. At the moment I’m still suffering from severe trembling, nervousness, anxiety, crying, helplessness and mood swings. Im a very lost soul. How long do these affects last?