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.)
Liz
I heard a funny about that window… the rest of it was “STOP staring at that damned closed door!! The window is behind you!” In other words, change your perspective and SEE.
YES Coping, it is a BIG window.
Coping-yes, I think it is turning out to be a great window!
coping
sometimes we must be willing to let go of the life we thought we had and start living the life thats waiting on us….and eventually we see that it is a better life than we had before..hang in there
Hens-I totally agree!
You beautiful, phenominal people. I adore your strength, insight and kind words of support. I know there are men on here who have suffered greatly at the hands of Spaths, but I am honored to be a part of this sisterhood. Maybe I should call it the “Survivorhood”. We are the lucky ones. We woke up!
I guess I call myself “the sisterhood” because I was so sickened by the misogyny of my ex-spath and his friends and I felt so connected to other women who have suffered from the same type of abuse and slandering. Not many “get it”. Not even other women. A lot of women I know don’t want to see the truth of their situations.
I do understand that men are survivors of this horrible treatment as well. To them, I call you brother. For it is only through our experiences, unfortunately, that we are initiated into this brother/sisterhood. I wish it didn’t have to be, but I am glad I have found all of you.
It has been a couple of years since my “awakening”. It is amazing what a spiritual journey this really has been. Donna is a great inspiration and leader. Thank you all for getting me through some very dark evenings.
I do believe “This too shall pass”! And I will be forever stronger and wiser because of it.
Much Love to all of you!
coping,
I hear you. This is very difficult. Digging out from under the disaster the spaths left us, WHILE concurrently trying to grow into the human beings we were meant to be. The growth is painful at times. I could NOT have done it without the awesome peeps on LF. Their wisdom and support has guided me. And it continues to guide me. Each day.
When I think of how evil my mother has been, it sort of makes me mad. But then I think of all the stories I read in the paper of parents who starve, beat, torture and kill their own children. Some of them put them in the microwave, drown them, break their bones etc… And I feel lucky. Because when your mother is a spath, there is no telling what she is capable of. I feel lucky that she was smart enough to avoid the kind of behavior that would severely damage her mask. In a way, it was her mask which protected me. When you look at that way, you can not only feel better, but you also have a source of power because you know what she values: her mask.
Guys, some great posts! Thank you all for being here and for all that you share! It is tough sometimes, and Coping, and Sisterhood I think most or all of us have felt “it will never end” and “I am so TIRED” at one time or another, sometimes what seemed like FOREVER. Even now, some days I find myself feeling some despair or sad—but I realize that this JOURNEY of ours is not about “getting there” to some mythical place of euphoria but is about the wonderful JOURNEY called LIFE.
Today I drove to a friend’s house for a few minutes, down the country gravel road, and I drove very slowly because I had some boxes in the back of the truck I didn’t want to fly out. So I just poked along, but as I was driving, I started looking at the bright red black gum leaves against the afternoon sun, and thought just how beautiful it was. I dropped the boxes off with my friend, and her daughter came over with her 1 year old toddler and we sat around laughing at the kid and the dogs….then I came home….but I thought HOW AMAZING even the small things in life are. The laughter of a toddler as he sees things from the two foot level, that wonder in his eyes, and the sparkle in his eyes when he sees his grandmother.
I may live on the back roads of America, and the directions to my house may include “turn off the pavement….” but you know, I’m wealthy beyond belief…I have the gold of the sunsets, and the silver of the moon…the laughter of children, and the love of a rescued dog. Bill Gates isn’t more wealthy than I am. Sometimes when I find myself feeling sad, lost, broke, old, fat, wrinkled or unloved….I start by counting my blessings, starting with enough clean water to drink, a roof over my head and plenty of (salt free) food to eat and enough teeth to chew it with, and none of them ache! I also thank the Good Lord above that I found LoveFraud and all the incredible and supportive people here! I’m like KatyDid, as well, I think I’m happier, more satisfied, and more at peace now than I’ve been in my life!
TOWANDA for us all and God bless! (((hugs)))
Life does get better after they are gone. But I had a vivid nitemare last nite about him, it woke me up, I wonder if reading LF keeps him alive for me. But then there is my mother who is dying and I feel like I should go see her but fear the damage she might do to me..yes I have much support for you all but the dark cloud still visit’s me often..i guess it’s called life…gnite.
Goodnite Hens-sweet dreams tonite!
Hens, I’m sorry you had the night mare, and as for your egg donor, don’t let the “SHOULDS” influence what you do. It is a crock of sheet that “You should….this or that—-what we SHOULD do is what is BEST FOR US.
I’ve had “honor your father and mother….” crammed down my throat since I could walk, but you know, the Bible also says “fathers provoke not your children to wrath…” and if your egg donor hasn’t done that to you then pigs can fly! As far as I am concerned, we “honor” our parents (and DNA donors) by becoming the KIND OF PEOPLE who would bring honor on them. So, I think you would HONOR any parent by being the kind of man you have become. I’m proud to know you, Hens! Honored too call you my friend! So get some GOOD SLEEP and don’t fret about that nasty old woman in the nursing home!