We’ve discussed many of the sociopath’s traits, such as his missing empathy and compassion; his tendency to remorseless interpersonal exploitation; and proclivity to audacious acts of lying, deception and sundry other violating behaviors.
Now, I’m tempted to add to the mix what I call the sociopath’s tendency to “irrational optimism.”
By “irrational optimism,” I mean the sociopath’s irrationally optimistic belief, if not conviction, that he’ll either evade or, somehow, otherwise prevail over, the real, probable consequences of his actions.
Consider this brief, hypothetical interaction between a sociopath and his partner, who learns with certainty that he, the sociopath, has been cheating on her with three different women simultaneously:
Partner: How could you do that?
Sociopath: Do what?
Partner: Sleep with three different women behind my back. Are you f*cking demented?
Sociopath: First of all, that’s abusive. So stop right there and don’t abuse me. Second, I didn’t sleep with f*cking anybody. Not that I haven’t been tempted, given how lame our sex life is.
Partner: Why are you lying? I know who these women are, and I can prove you’ve been sleeping with them. Do you think I’m that f*cking stupid?
Sociopath: Let me ask you something. Why the hell would I sleep with three women and risk getting some f*cking STD? Think about it. You know me”¦or maybe you don’t? Does that make any sense?
The sociopath here is (or was) irrationally optimistic on two levels—first, that he’d be able to perpetrate this caper, undetected, indefinitely; and second that, once busted (as, now, he is) he’ll be able to squirm his way out of accountability.
We could address many aspects of this interaction, but I’d like to emphasize his last argument: “Let me ask you something. Why the hell would I sleep with three women and risk getting some f*cking STD? Think about it. You know me”¦or do you? Does that make any sense?”
This argument captures, I think, the sociopath’s “irrational optimism” beautifully. In offering the glibly insulting invitation to “think about it,” he makes a spectacle of his audacity and contempt: he really expects, and believes his partner should, accept his invitation [to think about it].
But even more than expecting her to “think about it,” which is outrageous enough, he expects her, in his irrational optimism, actually to be persuaded by his argument. In his irrational optimism, he is hopeful, if not confident, that she’ll choose to disbelieve the evidence she holds indisputably in her hands in favor of accepting his insulting logic.
How classically sociopathic is this?
More importantly, what contributes to the sociopath’s irrational optimism?
We might begin with his malignant sense of entitlement—that is, the sociopath’s belief that he is entitled to obtain the gratifications he wants. One of the most dangerous aspects of the attitude of entitlement is how it renders impotent—denudes of power—rule, limits and laws.
When you feel entitled to something, if it’s not accomodatingly forthcoming, you feel entitled to take it. You’ve laid, in your entitlement, a kind of psychic possession of what it is you want, so that now it becomes, in your mind, yours—specifically, your right to have.
And so if someone (or something) obstructs your seizing what now, in your mind, is your right to possess, then you are free to take it—to take, in fact, whatever is yours—by any means necessary.
Conferring this entitled status upon oneself encourages the irrationally optimistic view that, one way or another, accomodation looms”¦it must!
Closely related to this is the sociopath’s grandiosity: he believes he can and should succeed at his high-wire machinations because he’s that good, that clever and—it can’t be stressed enough—that entitled.
His grandiosity may take the form of thoughts like, “Sure, normal guys couldn’t pull this shit off, but I’m not your normal guy.”
And so, when you feel like you can do things that others can’t—especially things unsupported by “reality—”this is grandiosity. And grandiosity feeds, I believe, very directly, the sociopath’s tendency to irrational optimism.
Then there is the sociopath’s contempt, so inseparable from his grandiosity. As we discussed, the sociopath, in the example above, expects his insulting argument to succeed, either because he’s convinced he’s smart, clever and persuasive enough to be found so convincing, or else he’s convinced that his partner is dumb, naïve and/or desperate enough to believe him. (Or both!)
As a consequence, the sociopath’s contempt leaves him at constant risk of underestimating others, and overestimating himself. In his irrational optimism, fed by his contempt, he fails to appreciate how close he is always is—perhaps just one more reckless risk away—from being busted.
What else feeds the sociopath’s irrational optimism? How about his stupidity?
This may sound provocative, but let me explain. I suggest that blind faith supports a perspective of irrational optimism, and the sociopath operates with a kind of blind faith. That is, he operates in the blind faith that, somehow or other, he’ll escape accountability for his latest transgression.
Where does his blind faith come from? Two good sources, I’d suggest, are his grandiosity and arrogance—they blind him, I contend, to certain realities, effectively making him stupid on some level.
And his stupidity reinforces his irrational optimism.
Quite obviously, I’m not talking I.Q. stupidity, but rather judgement-level stupidity. The sociopath’s personality pathology mars his capacity to make wise, intelligent judgements in many circumstances.
(My use of “he” in this article is a convenience, not to suggest that females aren’t capable of the behaviors and attitudes discussed. This article is copyrighted © 2009 by Steve Becker, LCSW).
Well I talked to the xP today. He’s mad at me for saying that he poisoned me, but I pressed the issue and asked him what he poisoned me with and he replied that he mixed strychnine with botulism. At first I thought he was just making stuff up – and maybe he was, but I looked up the symptoms and they both involve muscle spasms, WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT I HAD and it all went away when I moved out.
In the past he had often said that if he wanted to get revenge on someone he could get botulism or ecoli and poison them. I wonder if there is any test that can be done 6 months later for these poisons. I lost so much weight that there probably isn’t any stored in my fat cells anymore.
He is mad at me for not believing all his lies. But in this case, I do believe him.
Wit:
2 Hours…..Awesome! It sounds as if YOU had a great session and was validated!!!!!
I’m happy for you!
Now…..how we gonna get junior in there? Maybe you could invite her to Thanksgiving dinner and she can be your new roomie?
Where do you go from here, is the cop still involved?
I am glad you have found someone to offer you hope!!!
Good day, good day!!!
XXOO
EB
witsend, I am so glad to hear everything went so well with the counselor you saw, your post sounds like you have some hope now, which is wonderful, I hope your son will talk with her too, and learn to trust her!
skylar, OMG!!! You knew it all this time! Believe the unbelievable, jeez!! If they pluck hairs out of your head and test those I wonder if they can find the poison, I bet they can, that’s what they do to new hires at some businesses to find out about drugs.
SC, I did the hair test for drugs, i wonder if they can test for those chemicals in hair too?
Kim Frederick,
Well it REALLY shouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that my son went through a tramatic experience and it is going to have some affect on him. NO ONE thus far that I have talked to even WENT there with him. They avoid it and I never could understand this???? NEVER.
Mental health is no different than any other “chronic” illness. You got to find the right doctor. Drugs are what most mental health professionals would prefer to administer rather than heavy duty therapy. Even more so when you have crappy insurance. Because therapy takes TIME and medicaide doesn’t pay long term therapy. Also drugs can sometimes provide faster results from a doctors perspective. However it ALSO doesn’t “fix” the core issue.
My son will very possibly not go see this counselor. I ALREADY know this and I am not setting myself up for major
disappointment. I hope the cop can convince him but this isn’t going to be a day in the park.
And she made it pretty clear that this stuff is not something close to the surface. It is something he is totally unaware that exist. And there is alot of pain there.
She feels he had ODD, ADHD and possibly other mental health disorders as well. If left untreated basically it worsens…. She was pretty careful when we “went there”. (the diagnostic arena) But she could see that I had already done some homework. So she did touch a tadd on S tendancies. Because ODD symptoms do not necessarily include some of my sons issues.
All stuff that I knew in my heart but no one before her was willing to validate.
I am not sure where this will all lead. Getting my son to go would be a miracle. Getting him to continue to go for any length of time would be another miracle. It IS possible that it is to late. It is also possible that it isn’t to late. All I know is that I can NOT be a “pollyanna” about all of this and get my HOPES way up there only to come crashing down again. I want to be realistic about it as I possibly can. She did not paint me a pretty picture. She drew me a diagram that was almost self explanitory.
I have got to take it one day at a time. If he refuses to go to her I will continue to see her.
Nassaugirl said…”People say that they are so smart, but I don’t care what anyone says”they are nothing but dumb and insensitive human beings.”
Yeah, I totally agree. I don’t think any of them are smart. Maybe wily, cunning, scheming, clever but not smart.
Oh, some may have a high IQ, but since predators are lacking in the essential, fundamental elements associated with being a human being, I would consider trying to communicate with a rock rather than a deluded, pathological predator.
They bare a striking resemblance to the primitive savage in the wild: “Me want food!” “Me want sex!” “Me want live in you pretty cave! Me cave-small hole in ground!” “Me real stupid savage! You not stupid savage! But mess with head to think you stupid savage! Like me!”
This reminds me of that film, Quest for Fire.
Hey! I think my ex starred in that movie! But he wasn’t wearing studio makeup or pretending either!…haha.
skylar, I’m sure you already googled it, you’re better at that than I am!
witsend:
I think I mentioned this one time but you might want to google ‘gracelyn guyol interview’ – on Madness Radio/holistic alternatives I think (don’t let the name throw you, it was not a woo-woo deal)- it was a really good interview I just happened to link into last year and ended up listening to whole thing – at the time I was wondering if my friend wasbipolar, depressed or what…Gracelyn Guyol wrote the book “Healing Depression and Bi-Polar Disorder without Drugs after dealing with doctors and having side effects herself from the drugs she was given- and not getting enough relief to satisfy her – it’s a really interesting interview and I wondered if there might something – anything she might say that might help you with your son. I remember when I was so frustrated and depressed during and after my second marriage and a doctor listened without saying much and then handed me a brown paper bag full of Prozac. I took it homeand just looked at it and then decided to take it back (I probably should’ve kept a few!) but I was naive and thought I might get hooked or something – at the very least it made me realize just how down and depressed I really was, so it was my own wakeup call. Your son’s situation may be alot more complicated but thought you might want to check this out. I bought the book on Alibris (ended up
giving to woman at work whose granddaughter was struggling with meds and being bi-polar in Calif.) and it has alot of true stories and Guyol’s own story as well.
witsend…and all…sorry, still have to learn how to do links, will find out…
SC, I looked but haven’t found anything I can use.
Witsend,
I’m very curious what the counselor told you that explains why he hates you. This could be very relevant to me because my xP hates all women because he hates his mom.
Does your son ever mix up words and letters, like George Bush does: misunderestimate me? My xP does this all the time. He uses words that don’t go just because the sound similar to the word that does go – if it sounds the same, it must mean the same, right? Or he makes up words. I’ve researched this and it’s called aphasia. It is one of the hallmarks of the sociopath. They know words but they lack depth of meaning for the words, just like they can mimic emotion but not really understand the emotion in another human. This explains why they don’t get certain jokes like sarcasm or the double entendre. This really ties the pathology to the language center which is part of the “software” in our brains and not the “hardware”.
Today, the xP met me with some money I convinced him to give me. He was really dressed nicely and bathed. He looked much better than the time I surprised him at the airport. He doesn’t realize how this speaks volumes about his need to impress me. They have their own language, it’s the language of a 4 year old, there is no doubt.
I also understand what you mean about believing his own lies. But it isn’t that simple. I don’t think there is a word for what is happening in their brains when they tell a lie and invest their ego into it, all the while knowing that it is a lie. They just need US to believe in it so badly. Beyond anything you and I can concieve of, I think. I sometimes think that they are very close to a dual personality. perhaps this is what a borderline is. Perhaps when we describe “black and white thinking” we are calling it all wrong, maybe there is a gray area that they live in, which they can percieve as either white or black depending on their need.
Anyway, I’m learning the language and it has to do with sticking to the story and then giving it time to sink in. If you can talk to him in very small doses and create a story where he is the tragic hero when he attends the appointments with the shrink, he may agree to go. If he thinks that he can con the counselor he may go. Tell him you don’t know if she’s very smart at all, but the cop will probably consider him very responsible for going, so it might help him if he decides to move out. Tell him anything that will polish his veneer by going. I’m seeing more and more evidence with ALL MY SOCIOPATHS that the only way to make them be nice is to give them 2 choices. 1 choice keeps their veneer polished, and the other choice is a complete destruction of the veneer. They will never sacrifice their veneer. it’s the most precious thing they own.
The sociopaths, when asked if they miss having the emotional life of the empath responds, “well, since I never had it, I don’t know what I’m missing.” Sound familiar?