The “sociopath,” boiled down, is someone who routinely does, and takes, what he wants, unconcerned with the impact of his behavior on others. Nothing in my mind defines his essence more than this concise, factual description. He is rather unique, and thus diagnosable as a sociopath, to this precise extent.
Sure, we’ve discussed this before, but it always merits, in my view, fresh reconsideration. And so let me add, I think, an important caveat: The sociopath doesn’t necessarily feel he has the “right” to what he’s pursuing, or planning to take.
Rather, he doesn’t feel he needs the right. He just needs the want.
Simply wanting what he wants, with or without the right to it, meets his standard for laying claim to his quarry.
Because after all, you may ask the sociopath, “Did you have a ”˜right’ to take that? To steal it?” And he may answer, with intellectual honesty, “No. I realize, intellectually, that I had no right to what I took.”
Which gets to the nub, the essence, of his condition: His” right” to what he wanted wasn’t relevant, didn’t even enter his thinking; rather, his wanting it was the sole factor necessary to support his comfortable, non-conflictual pursuit of it.
To sum up, the sociopath’s disordered essence is captured best in his pattern of taking, without remorse, what intellectually he may very well know doesn’t belong to him—he has no right to it—yet he takes it anyway.
To be clear: when I say that the sociopath intellectually can understand he may lack the “right” to what he’s taking, I’m not suggesting that he lacks a sense of entitlement. Quite the contrary: his sense of entitlement is all the more astounding for his intellectual awareness that he may lack the “right” to what he wants, yet still takes it. In doing so, he is exhibiting self-entitlement, and attitudes of contempt, in their gaudiest, most audacious forms.
One always must beware of oversimplifying complicated concepts. The sociopath’s disorder is complex on many levels. Yet on some levels the sociopath’s mentality isn’t so complicated at all. In some respects it’s pretty simple.
In this article I suggest the sociopath is, essentially, that strange, disconcerting, disruptive individual with a history, and pattern, of taking from others what doesn’t belong to him with an impoverished sense of shame and remorse. When you confront an individual with this history and pattern, you are dealing with a sociopath.
What he takes, and even how he takes it, are less relevant considerations that that he takes, with no right.
(This article is copyrighted © 2011 by Steve Becker, LCSW. My use of male gender pronouns is strictly for convenience’s sake and not to suggest that females aren’t capable of the behaviors and attitudes discussed.)
It made me feel utterly dirty! And in my case he was mostly cheating young travelers out of 20$… not 20 million $. I’m sorry you have to do his expensive dirty dishes 🙁
To Darwinsmom,
I have also been with guys who praised me. They praised me to other people but never told me this wonderful news about me. It’s because it was all about him. He was pretending to be this wonderful loving man who loves me so much and has wonderful things to say about me….while he treated me like dirt.
He trashed my name when I left him. Called me unfit. Called me lots of other names too.
I suppose that once his wall of fame collapsed he had no more use for me.
Sounds like blame the victim to me, jeannie. I’m sure he trashed me to people whom he needed to stay on his side. Not sure whether they’d believe him though.
To Darwinsmom,
I have also been with guys who praised me. They praised me to other people but never told me this wonderful news about me. It’s because it was all about him. He was pretending to be this wonderful loving man who loves me so much and has wonderful things to say about me….while he treated me like dirt.
He trashed my name when I left him.
I suppose that once his wall of fame collapsed he had no more use for me.
DM: I don’t feel dirty, because he took everything he could from me, too. But I still feel responsible for granting him access to my friends and, thus, their assets. (Big-time Guilt!)
I should have seen the signs; I should have known that what he was telling me didn’t ring true. Instead, I believed his lies and never went looking for the truth.
Instead, the truth came tearing up our driveway at 7:45 a.m. and federal agents in bullet-proof vests with drawn guns smacked me in the face with it as they read him his Miranda rights and carted him away in handcuffs!
I hope I’ve learned my lesson to keep finances separate from relationships and friendships. One more year to pay off my personal bank loan. Then I can start on decreasing the credit. 🙁 A reinder for the coming years of my folly. Nowhere near the ruinous sums of your spath.
It’s been more than four months, but I often feel like I’m living someone else’s life. It’s seems so surreal at times. In the first waking moments of each day…just before I become fully alert…I almost always feel a clench in my stomach and a moment of anxiety as I remember what is real: Yes, he really is in jail. Yes, he really is going to a federal prison for the rest of his life. Yes, that really is his robe next to mine and I need to get rid of it NOW. No, he never was who he said he was. No, our “privileged life” was never privileged, nor was it real. Yes, everything is gone and, yes, it’s up to me to right as many wrongs as I can and accept the forgiveness of those who are willing, even eager, to grant it.
EB:
Your awful story touched me deeply. It makes me appreciate your good humor all the more…especially since you have overcome the triple-whammy of a horrible disease, family betrayal, and literally fearing for your life and the lives of your children. It’s no wonder that you have “kept faith in trust”..but stripped it down to no one.” You are one wise woman!
“Trust, but verify.” I don’t remember where that saying originated, but that’s my new mantra! 🙂
And one day…..you too will share your awful story (without it being painful) in order to help others!
You may be surprised, as I was this week, to know how your friends feel or think about you.
Be careful NOT to own his behaviors. Be careful not to live the rest of your life with indebtedness to others for being taken. The reality is……ALL of those people…..just like us here at LF had choices , had a choice whether or not to get involved with him…..for whatever reasons……they trusted him….THAT WAS THEIR DECISION.
Yes, it’s unfortunate…….BUT…..each decision in life has a natural consequence.
If these people are truely friends…..they may ‘pull back’ or proceed with caution…..but they will proceed holding your hand. If not…..well…..there is the end of that fantasy also….they were never your friends to begin with.
It’s easy to blame others for their own decisions. That’s the easy route…..but you ALL KNOW…..you hold no responsibility!
Hopefully you will keep your funny bone tickled during your journey……
I know, there were plenty of times that if I didn’t laugh….I was gonna kill myself….so I chose laughter….even at the most inappropriate things of my life!
It was soooooo crazy it was funny….or at least laughable.
Laughing is a good release too…..
Allow the process…..and set boundaries for what you will let into your head darlen!
XXOO
EB
Thanks, EB! I can usually find something to laugh about every day. I learned the lesson of laughter a long time ago. Like you, I’ll choose laughter over tears every time. There’s no point in crying, except to release pent-up emotions or acknowledge pain. But, thankfully, I’m past that point and I’m now on a mission to end this mess by the end of the year. There is NO WAY that I want to begin a new year with any of his crap interfering with a “fresh start” to the rest of my life!