What is the single most powerful signifier of sociopathy?
How about, lack of empathy?
I don’t think so.
As an isolated factor, I don’t think lack of empathy best nails the sociopath.
Many millions of people, after all, lack empathy and aren’t sociopaths. Also, exactly what constitutes empathy is a subject of some disagreement. Some LoveFraud members, in fact, question whether sociopaths even lack empathy (some asserting, to the contrary, that the sociopaths they’ve known have used their capacity for empathy to exploit them).
But the biggest problem with lack of empathy is its weakeness in explaining the single, truly best signifier of sociopathy—the characterological exploitiveness of the sociopath.
It is a high level of exploitiveness that most singularly exposes the sociopath.
Now exploitiveness is also associated with the narcissistic personality. For this reason extremely destructive (“malignant”) narcissists can be hard to distinguish from sociopaths. Still, a high level of exploitiveness is rarely the single best signifier of narcissistic personality disorder, whereas it is, I suggest, the best single indicator of sociopathy.
Why does lack of empathy fail to explain the sociopath’s exploitiveness? It fails because most people who lack empathy are not exploitive. Just consider the autistic spectrum disorders: Lack of empathy is commonly associated with these disorders, but exploitive behavior is not.
Now it is true that empathic individuals will generally be nonexploitive. Why? Because their empathy will prove a deterrent against exploitative impulses or ideas. Empathy, in other words, surely is a powerful deterrent against exploitation.
But in someone nonexploitative (someone, say, with Asperger’s Syndrome), empathy will not be needed for its deterrent effect. However, in someone inclined to exploitation, lack of empathy will be a missing deterrent in a situation where deterrence is urgent.
Effectively, the sociopath’s exploitive nature is undeterred by empathy, which is missing, thus liberating him to exploit. And it is the sociopath’s tendency, or compulsion, to exploit, I propose, that best characterizes his sociopathy.
I’d be remiss not to clarify my working definition of empathy. Empathy, as I use it, is an experience, or appreciation, of another’s experience that, depending on the situation, elicits a thoughtful, respectful, perhaps nurturing, but never exploitive, response.
While some sociopaths may possess an evolved capacity to read others’ vulnerabilities, this doesn’t make them empathic.
It is the particular response to someone’s vulnerability that indicates the presence of empathy, or exploitation. It is the particular response, or pattern of responses, to someone’s vulnerability that separates the empathic individual from the predator.
In this respect, I regard the sociopath as seriously, and given his exploitive personality, dangerously deficient in empathy.
What about his remorselessness? Certainly the sociopath’s remorselessness is quite notable and diagnostically significant. However, I would argue that the sociopath’s remorselessness is a byproduct not of his lack of empathy, but of his exploitive personality.
Many people who lack empathy are remorseful, for instance when informed that an action they took, or something they said, left someone else feeling damaged. They may struggle to relate emotionally (or even intellectually) to the effect their behavior had on the wounded party (their deficient empathy); but they are upset to learn that their action caused damage.
In other words, they feel remorseful even though their empathy is deficient.
However, exploitation and remorselessness go hand in hand. The essence of exploitation is the intentional violation of another’s vulnerability. The exploiter knows, on some level, that his behavior is exploitive.
By definition, the exploiter is grossly indifferent to the damaging effect of his behavior on his victim. All that matters is his perceived gain, his demanded, greedy satisfaction. There is indifference to the loss and damage to others resulting from his self-centered, aggressive behaviors.
This sounds a lot like callousness; and we recognize callousness as another of the sociopath’s telling qualities. But I would suggest, again, that the sociopath’s callousness derives not from his defective empathy, but rather from his characterological exploitiveness. Most people with deficits in empathy are not callous. On the other hand, the exploitive mentality will engender a callous perspective.
I discussed in a prior post the audacity of the sociopath. I suggested a correspondence between audacity and sociopathy. But here, too, we want to get the causality correct: audacity doesn’t make for sociopathy; but the exploitive mentality will make for staggering audacity.
(My use of “he” in this post is for convenience’s sake, not to suggest that men have a patent on sociopathy. This article is copyrighted (c) 2008 by Steve Becker, LCSW.)
Helmets On……….Shields Up!
Wow, JaneSmith, titanium and light. You sound like a super hero.
I agree. It felt like a violation. I was looking at some of the recovery groups yesterday for incest survivors, and virtually all of them exclude active perpetrators. Something like this explains why. It’s disruptive.
As far as my response went, I’m not sure it did any good. With a certain group of us, I’m preaching to the choir. Others are going through their learning at their own pace.
It was pretty late in my healing process that I surrendered to the fact that I can’t fix or control or even influence their behavior. And that any contact just opens the door to more predation, because I want to live by my own values and my values just set me up for exploitation around them.
Oh well. I think I probably have some karmic debt to work off for what I put my friends and family through, as I kept getting rid of my ex and then letting him slither back into my life. I did this four or five times, telling everyone, “I know what I’m doing. It’s going to be fine.” And then they had to listen to be sob through another disaster.
They were good about it. I guess I can be too, if it comes to that.
LOL…haha…you peeps are hilarious!
If you’ve read enough of my writing, it’s blatantly obvious I’m a science fiction nerd of the highest caliber. I’m currently reading a most awesome sci-fi series by Kage Baker called…”The Company Novels”….
Brilliant. Just flippin brilliant. Time machines, immortal cyborgs, human precogs who elicit crome radiation, fantastic historical references extending back to the beginning of human existence, 40,000-60,000 years ago.
I’m addicted and joyful in my addiction. 😛
And, Kathleen, I will say it again because I always give credit where credit is due. Your presence on LF is extremely important, valuable and most humbly appreciated by me and I’m sure all the others who read here.
You are one super smart, exceptional woman and don’t you dare forget it!! **HUGGS**
Peace, Love and Joy forever ad infinitum…..
And back to you, Titania of the light shields.
I just got finished with William Gibson’s “Spook Country.” I love this man and his writing. I embarrass myself mooning over his picture on the back cover.
I should probably stop falling in love with writers, but I moon over half a dozen of them from a distance. I even have an across-the-dimensions love affair going with a dead one, Ranier Maria Rilke.
While I was reading all the psychological stuff during the dark days of recovery, his “Duino Elegies” kept me company. Deep and gorgeous poetry, especially for going through what we’ve been through.
Well, guys, I BLEW IT TODAY! Son C and I had to go to town to get his driver’s license changed from the other state to ours, and low and behold as we were leaving wally world at the check out line, guess who was waiting there with the witch and smear campaign champion, her maid, yep, Mommie Dearest and the maid from hell. I started to walk by her, almost had to push by when she reached out and grabbed my arm and tried to hug me. I pulled away and said “Don’t do this. You have lied to me, you are lying to me, and you have sent money to the P-son” She, of course came back with this pitiful look and said “I didn’t lie to you. I just changed my mind.”
We pushed out of the store, but the damage was done. ANY contact just opens new wounds, or ones that are only thinly scabbed over and the rest of my day was the pits. I sort of dont know wheather to “chit or go blind” right now. I just feel NUMB. Part of me wants to strike out at something. WHAT? Up to that instant all the various delays and irritations hadn’t caused a ripple (the photo machine at the DMV going down just as they went to take my sons Picture…that sort of thing. Delay delay delay…but it was easy to sluff it off as “just life.” But after a contact—all bets are off! Back to the pits of hell. Feeling betrayed, feeling powerless, feeling frustrated. Feeling fear I guess too. Realizing I can’t move until after mom dies, and then I will have to sell the farm and move. HAVE TO as long as my P son still breathes.
Sheesh! How fragile my new resolves are. How thin my scars and scabs…and I guess I am more frustrated and disappointed in myself than anything..thinking that we might find a way to force her to stop sending money at least even if we couldn’t change her mind or her thinking. I KNOW WHAT TO DO, but I just right now don’t feel strong enough to do it. I am SO TIRED OF ALL THIS CRAP.
Oxy: Take a deep breath … and while you are doing that … give all this chit up to God and let him handle it.
You think you had a bad day, just read your e-mail.
Peace. I’m taking deep breaths too… and am giving my stuff up to God as well.
Oxy,
I very seldom regret leaving Florida to move up to winter country. But the ease of getting someone declared incompetent down there would come in awfully handy at a time like this.
Any chance you could do where you live?
Kathy
Ox – Chill – when you have an unexpected encounter like that it kinda throw’s you for a loop and you assume the worse. You sound hipervigilant and over anxious to me. I would prolly react the same way but then the next day I think “Oh I really should not have let that upset me so”. Ox if you can’t sell the farm till mom die’s then you better make yourself at home because you are at home. And your P son is locked up. We all have to watch out for crimainals and predator’s these’s days – every day. Have a glass of wine and some cheese and cracker’s – I think mommie dearest just put you in temporary shock. I bet tomorrow you will feel much better…..and who know’s she may out live you so like i said make your self at home…hope that helped if not here’s a big HUG from Henry )))))((((
Oxy,
Sweetheart, that’s your mother! I would be in the same place mentally and emotionally if I was left with no other recourse but to go No Contact with my own mother. It would literally smash my heart into a billion pieces.
The decision you have made regarding distancing her from your life, is so very brave and immensely difficult (imo) that I doubt I would be able to do it. I would probably stubbornly, unwisely grasp at those maternal strings in desperation.
Hoping, fervently praying, wishing she would miraculous change her behavior towards me into deep love and respect.
I don’t know what else to say except I’m here, reading and sending out to you good, positive, loving vibrations. **huggles**
Oh, Oxy, so sorry to hear of your encounter today! That sounds like such a whopping serving of awful feelings. Glad you are here with us where there is so much healthy love, and so much healthy love for you! You are a wonderful person – a human angel, and we are so blessed to have you with us, loving us and letting us love you! Our love and goodness is so much more powerful than their darkness – we can easily eclipse their darkness with our light. (((((HUGS))))))