Clearly the LoveFraud community, better than anyone, can testify to the reality of sociopaths and the damage they can inflict on others.
Sociopaths exist. That is inarguable. The sociopath is someone, as we know, with a grossly deficient respect for the integrity and boundaries of others; someone who sizes others up principally as assets to be exploited for his or her own whims and needs. The sociopath is a remorseless user and taker.
At the same time, I think it’s worth noting that sociopathy, in general, makes for sensational copy, as a result of which estimations of its incidence in the general population are at risk, I would argue, of being dubiously, irresponsibly inflated.
Martha Stout, for instance, in her formerly bestselling The Sociopath Next Door, an otherwise rather unoriginal (in my view) layman’s introduction to sociopaths, capitalizes and, I suggest, exploits a spicy subject by suggesting that as much as 4% of the general population may meet criteria for sociopathy.
It’s unclear exactly how Stout derives her figure, but it strikes me (at best) as questionable, and more likely, as reckless. Certainly it’s in Stout’s interest, as an author, to sensationalize sociopathy, the better for her book sales. And a good way to do this, indisputably, is to suggest bloated numbers of sociopaths’ existence.
Four percent of the general population? Stout is suggesting that as many as one in 25 people with whom we cross paths may be sociopaths?
Even Robert Hare, Ph.D, the noted psychopathy researcher, estimates that upwards of 1% of the general population meets his very stingent criteria for psychopathy (psychopathy, in Hare’s terms, being synonymous with sociopathy). Compared to Stout’s figure, Hare’s seems much more reasonable. But even 1% strikes me as somewhat high.
These estimates suggest, for instance, that basically at any random gathering—in church, synagogue, a high-school basketball game, or town council meeting, you name it—we are likely to be sitting in proximity to a true sociopath, if not several?
It also suggests that, in the course of a day, or week, we’ll have crossed paths, if not rubbed elbows with, multiple sociopaths? Day after day, week after week, we are consistently crossing paths, if unknowingly, with sociopaths?
I struggle with this view, as someone who has clinically worked (and not irregularly, works) with sociopathic individuals.
My own gut, clinical and life experience leaves me suspicious that, as real and mumerically prevalent as sociopaths are, there is one sitting in every classroom on back to school night, and several in attendance at every school play?
As a matter of fact, I think possible exaggerations of the incidence of sociopathy do an injustice to the victims of real sociopaths. Nowadays, it’s common for anyone who deals with an insensitive, manipulative jerk to call that person a sociopath. You hear the label sociopath being permissively applied, in my view, to a wide range of people to whom it doesn’t accurately apply.
There has been a confusing, in my view, of sociopathy with other disorders, like narcissistic and borderline. Within personal relationships acts of aggressiveness, passive-aggressiveness, selfishness and abusiveness are now routinely (and liberally) ascribed to the offending partner’s sociopathy, as if a host of other explanatory sources of these problem-behaviors barely merits consideration.
Some individuals with borderline personality disorder, for instance, are capable of vengeful, cold-blooded behavior when they feel emotionally abandoned. A good example of a film portrayal of a borderline personality is Glenn Close’s performance in Fatal Attraction. Close could easily be misdiagnosed as a sociopath given her demonstated—and sociopathic-like—capacity for chilling, ruthless vengeance. But her desperation, and her rage stemming from her desperation, is a borderline personality tendency that better explains her calculated viciousness.
I’ve worked often with spouses of narcissistic personalities, who feel inordinately entitled to having their sensitivities and demands met. Narcissists will tend to react with an unsavory combination of contempt, rage, passive-aggressive and/or aggressive relatiation when disappointed (which is constantly). Often I’ll hear the spouses of such personalities refer to them as sociopaths, when their partners’ disturbance is more often related to narcissism than sociopathy.
My point, please don’t misunderstand me, isn’t to question the prevalence of true sociopathy—merely its estimated incidence as proposed by some experts. As a matter of fact, it’s highly unlikely that your next door neighbor is a sociopath, yet the title of Stout’s book would have you virtually anticipate this possibility.
Make no mistake, there are many ways that neighbors can makes themselves our nightmares without being sociopaths. When I lived in Mill Valley, CA in 2000, we had a neighbor who threw (I’m not kidding) a large, dead rat over the fence separating our properties into our backyard as I played catch with my lab. The rat landed with a sickening thud in front of my left foot, just as I about to make another heave of the frisbee. My courageous response, naturally, was to shriek like a terrified three year old.
This was just the latest in a series of hostile actions this neighbor took to express his displeasure with our existence. Was he a sociopath? I’m sure I called him one, and was convinced he was, but he probably wasn’t. He might have been a sociopath, that’s certainly possible; but as creepy as his action (and he) was, I’d hedge my bets that another problem better explained his belligerence. Maybe paranoia? Maybe some malignant form of acted-out narcissism? I’ll never know.
I do know that if this ever happens to me again—a rat’s being thrown into my yard while I’m standing there minding my own business—it will probably be more than my heart can take.
(This article is copyrighted (c) 2008 by Steve Becker, LCSW.)
star: my ex-s/p/n had a sparkle in his eyes that was absolutely beautiful. his eyes smiled and twinkled. they were black as could be and they drew you in so deep you thought you’d never get out (and you COULDN’T!).
but when he was angry, he looked like the devil. not blank like others describe, but evil. like you KNEW not to say a word. he was such an alpha-male, he controlled everyone … women AND men.
when he dumped me, he told all his male friends they were to have NOTHING to do with me. they ALL obeyed.
now THAT’S a master p/s!
OxD and LIG: I never saw “the look”. But I did see a picture of him a day or two after I told him not to contact me again. He posted the picture himself on the reptile site, because he had gotten a new snake. He looked really out of it. He had a blank stare. (I wish we could post the pics here). I thought maybe he was pumped up on pain meds for the headaches he allegedly gets from his alleged head injury. I think if I’d ever seen the evil stare you speak of, I would have run as far as I could. My P looked and acted like the sweetest, most ordinary, humble, down-to-earth guy next door. It still boggles my mind that such a sweet person could be so sinister.
southernman: i feel the same way. he won. i lost. how could he have done that to ME.
we lost out on something they created out of thin air. they can’t scam and use and take and abuse unless they create something that people can’t resist, right!?
so they create something too good to be true, we buy into it, they keep us hooked by feeding us just enough crumbs to think we can actually have the fake-ass dream they originally sold us, and then when we can’t take it anymore, they simply move on.
they’re not human. we are. therein lies the discrepancy that makes us crazy. we THOUGHT they were real. we believed it in our hearts. but, truth is, it was all a lie.
hard to take. hard to move past. impossible to comprehend.
i know i will never wrap my brain around it. you can’t understand lunacy.
hardest thing i’ve ever been through, but when the going gets rough, i remind myself he IS NOT REAL. he’s a gorgeous shell hiding an emptiness i can’t even begin to grasp.
’nuff said.
star: the evil eyes never scared me. they weren’t so different from anyone who gets angry, and they were never directed at me until i threw him out.
what i saw more of was the blank look, but only when he was sitting here, a million miles away, no doubt in ‘scheming mode.’
anger i can deal with. no emotion at all? now THAT is scary.
his ”i don’t care how you feel” was what hurt the most.
they are all ”sweet” when they are manipulating and trying to suck everyone in to their web.
everyone loves my ex-s/p/n; he’s the most charming, successful, wonderful, adorable thing EVER. and that’s what makes him so effed up!!! it’s all a ploy to use people.
UGH!
LIG said: “he looked like the devil. not blank like others describe, but evil.”….
Yep, that is a perfect description IMO. The “eyes thing” confused me at first too, because my ex P usually had normal looking eyes too. But like Oxy said, if he was angry or extremely frustrated, I would see his eyes literally change to the weirdest, scariest eyes I’ve even seen. I used to call them (to myself) his “crazy eyes.” And I’ve seen normal men who are angry before and believe me the eyes of a normal guy and a P’s eyes are not comparable.
He could look quite sweet and innocent actually. But sometimes when he was angry, not only did his eyes change dramatically, but his whole appearance seemed to transform and take on a look of evil, almost like he physically tranformed into someone else. I don’t know how to explain it, and that may sound nuts, but he truly would just “look” kinda different when angry. But unlike most people who take awhile to calm down completely if they every get real angry, the ex P could turn off the anger at the drop of a hat, too, and revert back to normal eyes, normal look, sweet as pie within seconds sometimes if suddenly distracted, just as if he totally forgot why he was even angry of something.
Mine also occasionally had a very unsettling gaze when he would focus on someone he was intently interested in (not necessarily interacting with, but sometimes just observing). It was sort of a like the calm, but intent stare you see on animal planet when a lion or leopard is lying is wait, observing another animal, sizing it up. But I wouldn’t describe my ex P’s eyes as empty or vacant either–just weird at times.
Jen,
I have seen the LOOK on my P bio father’s face and on my P son’s face, and even on my mother’s face when I caught her lying to me and confronted her about it, but never saw THAT LOOK on P-XBF’s face, but what he did have when he was angry was SCARY. P DIL had “THE LOOK” when she was angry and so did the Trojan Horse psychopath. I have never seen it on anyone else’s face, NO MATTER HOW ANGRY THEY WERE.
What I have also noticed when I have seen serial killers etc interviewed on television etc. (saw a documentary the other night on DVD) a “cocaine cowboy” enforcer who had murdered tens if not hundreds of people talked about it like he was on the food channel giving recipie ingredients. Just not the “normal” emotional response to the kind of thing he was talking about. Yet, even he refused (he said) to follow his boss’s instuctions to kill the young children of his victim’s that were killed for revenge over drugs.
LIG & Jen,
I must share the story about the first time I took the ex-S home to meet my parents. The S wanted me to say, and I quote, “This is ***, the love of my life, the man I am going to marry.” I said this intro to my mom. She looked at me funny and was cordial to him. But my Dad, OMG. My Dad always was ok with anyone I brought around but this guy was different. After that day, anytime I called to say I was stopping by with *** he would purposely leave the house. He said if you bring that guy up here I will not be home. He saw something wrong and evil with him from the get-go. I never brought him around again.
After the split, my dad said he had worked with all types of men in his life, some ex-cons, etc. and he knew he was no good right off the bat. My mom said she felt something was wrong and knew i was told to say that intro.
Next time, I’ll listen to my Dad’s sniff test. LOL!!
reading all these posts, i just broke down. i can’t stop crying.
i know he’s happy. the nagging bitch (me) is gone. he has his wife (floating down de-Nile) and his hot new girlfriend (pregnant). i’m the one who got completely screwed. i devoted 20 years of my life to this guy, believing everything he said: ”it’s me and you, baby” ”i’m going to take such good care of you after my divorce” ”you’re my queen; the love of my life.”
now, i’m old and fat and everyone who knew me and him knows i got trashed big time. no one has called to say ”sorry” or see if i’m okay. i feel so alone.
i lived in a world with him that wasn’t even real. i got duped and dumped. i feel like the biggest a-hole in the world. six years ago i was without him and happy and living an easy life, on the beach, and had a secure and lucrative job. he talked me into moving back to the city to be with him — begged me for two years before i relented. it was the stupidest mistake i have EVER made.
now i have a shitty, low-paying job, no money, no car, few friends of my own, no clothes, and i’m living in the neighborhood where he’s parading around his new pregnant girlfriend.
he just continues to walk through life; gorgeous face, insane body, charming personality, sparkling eyes, friendly demeanor. and everyone loves him. no repercussions. no consequences.
i HATE this!!!
Dear Lostingrief,
Hun, I hear your pain and your sadness. Sure you hate the feelings you are having now bcause they are miserable feelings.
There’s one thing I’m going to say though, and you may not be in a place to hear it right now, it may even piss you off, but come back to it tomorrow or the next day and reread it, and you will hear it when you are ready.
This isn’t just about WHAT HAPPENED, it is about OUR REACTION TO IT.
One of my husband’s favorite stories is about two brothers. On Christmas morning they opened their stockings with great anticipation and found them both filled with HORSE SHIT.
One brother said “Oh, just what I expected, horse shit” and the other said “Wow, horse shit! That’s great, it must mean there is a pony somewhere around here”
All of the horrible pain that my family of P’s inflicted on me I felt was the WORST THING THAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED TO ME, nothing worse could have happened, but you know what? It was the BEST THING that could have happened to me, because it was only by them TOTALLY DEVALUING AND DISCARDING ME, TRYING TO KILL ME EVEN, that I was finally able to SEE CLEARLY that they had been keeping my life in chaos for all these years. NOW, BECAUSE OF WHAT THEY DID I AM FREE OF THEM.
YOU ARE FREE OF HIM. Even if he was as rich as BILL GATES and as handsome as any movie star, YOU ARE THE WINNER if you will just SEE IT. I would be happier without the Ps even if it meant that I had to live in a cardboard box and eat out of a McDonald’s dumpster. I WOULD BE FREE OF THEIR EVIL.
Let him THINK he is happy—I don’t even know him and I KNOW that he is not really happy NONE OF THEM ARE OR EVEN CAN BE. They are EMPTY SHELLS of a human being without souls and are NEVER SATISFIED NO MATTER WHAT THEY GET.
My P-bio-father thought that money would make him “happy” and fulfilled, he got rich, was at one time on the Forbes 400, but he died a MISERABLE HATE FILLED MAN. He was never happy, money and fame and power never did fulfill his dreams of “being happy” he was just a rich unhappy man. He had at least 7 wives that I know about, but in the end, died without a woman who would even pretend to “love”him for his money even.
Even the people that think they can “buy” happiness or get it with “this or that” (the Ps) never NEVER truly find it, they never can have peace or contentment, they are always looking for the ellusive “bluebird of happpiness” and all it ever does is crap on their head. They are always searching in the WRONG way, they think other people or other things can “give” them happiness, and we MUST FIND HAPPINESS IN CONTENTMENT AND PEACE, they never get it. They can’t get it.
The “everyoneloves him” comment you made is NOT TRUE, they “THINK’ they like him, but they don’t know him. When they know him, LIKE YOU DO, they see how shallow and miserable he really is. And, WHAT THE HECK DO YOU CARE ABOUT “WHAT THEY THINK”? The ONLY person whose opinion should matter to you is YOURS. ((((hugs))))) BOINK! TOWANDA
me: reading through tears.
ox: hugs, boink towanda.
thanks, i needed that. i know, i know, i know. i understand everything you are saying in my head. today, my heart just won’t listen.
maybe i just need to cry. once a week or so the tears still flow. the way he trashed me just hurts so much. if only he had just ”man-ned up!” and simply TOLD me he didn’t want me anymore. but to deceive and maliciously lie … after ALL these years … it’s just unbearable sometimes.
i’m glad to be free of him. but it still hurts like hell. and it’s not so much that i care what others think, but it infuriates me to even think about what lies he’s told others about me. i was fiercely loyal and faithful to him. and one of the first things i heard after the breakup was that he told his brother i cheated on HIM!
okay, enough. i’m fine. i’m free. my money is now my own. my apartment is again a peaceful place.
my heart is just sad, remembering all that wasn’t real, but felt so damn good.
yes, i’m at peace without him. but it sort of is about what happened. i got royally effed over. my reaction to it is normal. i’m pissed!
but you’re right, ox, i have to see the reality. he’s slime. maybe he’s happy and maybe he’s not. but my faith in the universe (if i have a mustard seed of it left) demands that i release this all to god and let karma sort it out.
thanks, sweetie.