The silent treatment is not only silent, but can be deadly. Deadly, that is, to relationships. Deadly, more specifically, to the trust, love, safety, communication and intimacy that preserve and nourish relationships.
The silent treatment (also known as stonewalling) entails a partner’s (the silencer) passive-aggressively refusing to communicate with the other (the silenced). Unlike avoidance (a conflict-aversion defense), the silencer deploys the silent treatment with toxic purposes in mind.
The silencer’s aim is, above all, to silence communication. More specifically, it is to render the other invisible and, in so doing, induce in the “other” feelings of powerlessness and shame. (Note that the experience of powerlessness often evokes shame.)
The silent treatment is a statement of contempt, relating, “You aren’t worth the energy it would take me to acknowledge your existence, let alone your feelings or needs.”
The silent treatment tactically communicates, You have done something wrong, seriously wrong—wrong enough to warrant my repudiation of your existence.
Its message is menacing and extortive—menacing in its implicit accusation of guilt, and extortive in the lose-lose proposition it makes: either you confess to a “crime” (against the silencer) you may be unaware of having committed (a degrading concession), or, if you don’t, the silencer continues to blot you out.
The silent treatment is a technique of torture. This may sound hyperbolic, but human beings need (on the most basic level) recognition of their existence. The withholding of this recognition, especially if protracted, can have soul-warping consequences on personality. (Just consult attachment theory for proof of this.)
It is deeply disturbing to be silenced (stonewalled), especially by someone you love, or someone you believe (or want to believe) loves you. The silent treatment aims, therefore, to exploit a very deep, elemental vulnerability.
Understandably it is the kind of vulnerability from which one desperately wants relief. And the controlling, abusive silencer holds the cards—he can provide relief by deciding if, and when, to reinstate his recognition of your existence.
However, like many abusers, he may require something of you first–namely, your capitulation. From the silencer’s perspective, “capitulation” may involve his metaphorically bringing you to your knees, meaning he may demand that you appeal to, plead for and/or beg his forgiveness as a condition of his readmitting you into his good graces.
As noted, you may feel coerced into admitting something you didn’t do, say or mean. This, after all, is how false confessions occur: the accused feels so exhausted, disempowered and helpless to be heard against the monolithic accuser that, simply to escape the hell of being disbelieved, she relents (and confesses).
Or else she may begin to wonder, under the prolonged, accusatory assault, whether she’s crazy; whether maybe she is, in fact, guilty of a crime that not too long ago she was mystified and/or outraged to be accused of.
As I suggested in The Pathological Self-Confidence of the Sociopath, it’s not so hard to jar the confidence of, and foment doubt in, others. While we invest some degree of trust in our perceptions, that trust can be surprisingly fragile. Because we tend to be built with more uncertainty than certainty, we are prone, especially facing another’s prolonged, implacable invalidation, to feel self-doubt rising like flood-waters.
The abusive individual, whether narcissistic or sociopathic, exploits this natural psychological frailty. For this reason (and others) he will prize the silent treatment for its capacity to sow insecurity, dread, even terror, in its intended target.
(My use of “he” throughout this, and other, posts is a convenience and not to suggest that women are incapable of the behaviors discussed. This article is copyrighted (c) 2009 by Steve Becker, LCSW.)
I havent had a chance to read any posts. I just need to express myself after hours of trying to get through it on my own. I usually sleep in my 8 yr old sons room on a mattress on the floor so i can check his blood sugars and give him insulin throughout the night. I was so exhausted this morning that arround 6am I checked him and went off to get a few hours sleep in my bed. At 8:30 I was awakend by a noise, startled I kind of layed there thinking the dog knocked something over…after a few minutes I heard my son faintly calling Mom. This was to be his 6th week of recovering from a fractured skull from fainting in the bathroom in my bedroom. This morning he fainted in the hall bathroom and by the grace of god or my Mother OR BOTH, he came to, finding himself slouching over the side of the edge of the bathtub looking straight down into the tub..he was sweaty from head to toe…of course all I could think in the moment was he landed on his head…I lost total control and yelled to my sleeping daughters to call 9ll…at which point he layed there and cried “I just want a normal life mom” …after checking his blood sugar AGAIN…and finding it normal…and all other tests normal…it can only be some syndrome (Too tired to think of name) which is drop in blood pressure when you get up fast and combined with pressure of urinating you pass out….SO HE WILL BE FINE…IF IM NOT WITH HIM HE FORGETS TO SIT DOWN FIRST THING IN MORNING SO IVE PUT A SIGN ON ALL TOILETS AND WATER BY HIS BED! HE MIRACULOUSLY IS NOT INJURED ANYWHERE VISIBLE THIS TIME AND HAS NO HEAD PAIN, ETC…. BOTTOM LINE HE WILL BE FINE….
SO WE CAME HOME AND I MADE LUNCH FOR EVERYONE AND CARRIED ON AND SAID IM GOING UP TO TAKE A SHOWER AND COLLAPSED ON MY BED IN A FETAL POSITION CRYING UNCONTROLLABLY. I CANT STOP CRYING. I AM FLOODED WITH EMOTION WITH EVERYTHING FROM A TO Z…AND EVEN THE S/P/N (WISHING I COULD TALK) IS MIXED IN WITH SO MUCH EMOTION…
SO WHY AM I POSTING? TO SHARE THAT WE ARE NEVER IMMUNE TO SETBACKS OR THE UNEXPECTEDNESS OF FLOOD OF EMOTIONS THAT CAN KNOCK US TO OUR KNEES. IM STILL SO VULNERABLE AND REALIZING NO AMOUNT OF SELF-AWARENESS AND SELF EVERYTHING ALLOWS US TO BE ABLE TO DEAL WITH ANYTHING THAT COMES OUR WAY. IT JUST HELPS IF WE ARE IN A BETTER PLACE TO BEGIN WITH…BUT WE STILL HAVE TO LEAVE ROOM FOR BAD DAYS OR OFF DAYS AND EMBRACE THEM, ALLOW FOR THEM, ACCEPT THEM, IN ORDER TO PICK UP AND CONTINUE ON… AS LONG AS WE DO PICK OURSELVES UP AND CONTINUE ON…WE ARE ON THE RIGHT TRACK.
THANKS FOR LETTING ME VENT. I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS ANY BETTER THAN BEFORE. 🙁 AND I WAS NOT EXPECTING TO EVER BE WISHING I COULD JUST TALK TO HIM AGAIN… UGH
learnthelesson,
There is NO PAIN greater than when we CAN’T make every thing alright for our kids. It is heart stabbing pain and there is THAT helpless feeling, unlike any other.
You are a very stong woman, wise beyond your years, and have so many valuable things to say to anyone who will listen. I KNOW BECAUSE YOU HAVE SAID THEM TO ME.
You had a feeling of helplessness today because of what your son went through. You are dealing with this alone and because of that, it makes you even more vulnerable when that wave of emotional crisis kicks in.
You are actually prepared for this better than you were before! You didn’t contact him and that shows that your self awarness is at a higher level than ever before.
You had a weak moment because of a series of events that were out of your control. As any human being would you wanted someone to reach out to…..Because of your great strides in your recovery you DIDN’T reach out to him.
YOU DID SOOOOO GOOD!!!!
And you are a wonderful mother. He is so lucky to have you for a mom 🙂
Happy mothers day….And ((Hugs & prayers))
learn:
great job! you are a wonderful mother, and you gather amazing strength from within.
you are right. we are never immune to setbacks. and nothing prepares us for them. except we have been through it all before and have some sort of inner wiring now which allows us to go in to auto-pilot sooner than before.
i’m on today for the same reason. got smacked with old spathy misery. 10 months NC with the s/p/n, and i lost it today. i realized that he now has a baby with this other girl (his fourth with three different women). ouch.
my son — who i gave up for adoption and found 14 years ago — does not speak to me lest he be disowned by his adoptive family. ouch.
my little granddaughter — whom i have never met — looks at me from a tiny pic on facebook. ouch.
i’m all alone. ouch.
it’s the first anniversary of the day i first heard my ex’s new gf’s message on his vm. i knew he was cheating, but now i had a voice and name. he swore she was just a ‘friend’ because she was only 25 and he wasn’t interested in ‘young girls.’ ouch.
it was two more months before he told me she was pregnant, and i knew he had been coming to see me, eating my dinners, showering and then going to be with her. ouch.
i’ve been doing pretty well, but as you said, you never know when the flood of feelings, the overwhelming nature of what we deal with as women — and as survivors of s/p/n’s — will come for a visit; although more brief as time passes.
i will hold your son in light that he will be well. you are so strong and very in touch with your pain and your strength. i would have given anything to talk with my ex today — i missed his arms around me, the feel of his skin, even his drama. but i knew it would pass, and i will never speak to him again.
the times i am tears are now few and far between, but i know the pain will emerge again. i’ve been very isolated since he left — well, since i threw his sorry ass out — and i have no trust at all for men now.
healing is slow. but each time we are challenged, we rise to the occasion, and take care of ourselves (and our babies) the best we can.
you’re awesome.
sending you light and love …
learn: Hi. Glad to hear your son is OK!! And everyone in the family! Thank you for sharing this part of your life with us. I certainly have those moments myself. Your posts over the months have really spoken to my heart, I’ve made a lot of the same mistakes you made — and I am learning from you!
Dear Learn,
WAtching your sweet son go through all of this and being there and yet feeling helpless to ‘fix” it I can only imagine the pain for both you and him. But you are a wonderful mother, and a strong woman….your son is fortunate and he must feel very loved, even if he is also frustrated he is not “normal.” Great strides are being made in diabetes and hopefully before long he will get a “transplant” that will allow him to be “normal.”
Doing all this parenting and worrying alone also must be a very daunting experience. I’ve seen so much growth in you, and teh advice you give to others is very profound and insightful, so I know that you have “gotten it.” Under stress, though, we all feel weak.
Bravery is not the absence of fear, it is doing what you know is right, what you must do, even when you are scared chitless. You are a very brave adn strong woman!! My vote forLF mother of the year!!!!! (((hugs)))) and all my prayers!
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So nice to be able to check in here and say your day sucked. Mine was fine until I called my mother (see other thread). I just feel toxic after talking to her, but now sure what else I’m feeling just yet. As she was ranting about how I talked for 3 hours (in a 20-minute conversation) and how I was controlling the conversation (by asking her to let me finish a sentence), I realized there is just nothing I can do but go back to NC or figure out how to limit the contact. Obviously there are still unresolved issues with my mother, and it looks like she and I will never resolve them together. Even if we lived in the same town, and counseling was possible, I doubt she’d go. I tried. I missed her. But now I realize that what I was missing is something she cannot give me.
Happy Mother’s Day, everyone. Ugh.
i have been moving all day but i am thinking about good grief and the torture of wanting them to understand. are you okay?
it was just in january that i was unable to get off of the floor and stop crying feeling utter despair so i understand and want you to know you are not alone. i wish i knew how to make it go away. no one could help me but it did help when i made myself (rare) go out of the house and be around real friends.
i can promise that it does get easier to face the ugly truth. to understand why or how someone could be so cruel to another person is beyond me. i sort of think of them as a different species.
i know you may feel hopeless now but you aren’t, i promise. i couldn’t make it stop either and i am still not sure what did it but i have been blessed with a miracle as i have some relief. i will never forget it and i pray i never have to feel that way again. however, if i can help anyone stuck in that hell then i am honored to do so. my heart is with you. please stay strong and turn that love inward. 🙂
GG,
I was in your shoes. Not a day went by for a long, long time, that my heart didn’t hurt. In “stupid think mode”, I was trying to convince myself that abuse, adultery, lying, stealing, & the silent treatment were at least some attention. I was ill equipped to be alone. I had never heard the word sociopath. Thank God in heaven I found this site. I read here for a long time before I had the courage to write. I started out slow, then the words just seemed to pour out. For the only time in my life, I was talking to people who got it. I still read the archives when I get in a low spot. I read the books that others have found helpful. The words of the wonderful writers & folks like Oxy , Henry, & Donna finally began to sink in. I know I still have a ways to go on my healing journey. I also know that I won’t be making it alone. Everyone here at LF is always with me. Even tho I can’t hear the words, I know I am loved & appreciated by the wonderful friends I have made here. My ex s carefully executed his leaving me on the 10th anniversary year of our getting together, on the exact day. He had cheated on me for at least 6 months that I know of. He was an expert on the silent treatment. By the time he deserted me, I was a total basket case. I had even planned my own murder by suicide. I felt like I had nothing left. Then, little by little, agonizing day by day, I started to crawl back to living. Sometimes, I was able to go on by thinking 5 minutes ahead, sometimes, it was a whole day. After a long time, I could go a day without crying. I have even learned to smile & laugh again. It will be hard to get over your grief. There will be days you won’t know if you’ll ever recover, but you will! Stay here with the loving people at LF. Pray. Go to church. A Lot of folks here have been through some things that no human being is meant to survive, BUT THEY DID! And you will, too. Hugs to you.
Dear Stargazer,
You are fortunate in this. Look at the nurturing, mothering side of OxDrover,Donna, Liane, and many of the people on here. They care about you, listen, empathize and understand your heart. Your heart is here in their hands and you are safe and loved. It’s ok girl! You have lots of moms here!!! Many blessings sweetie. Breach
sstiles54
thank you for your honesty.
I can so relate to what you have written.
Leanthelesson– just read your post from earlier today. Wish I could give you a big hug.