Many Lovefraud readers experience the phenomenon of “losing yourself” in the sociopathic relationship. Before meeting the sociopath, you may have been, for the most part, happy, confident, successful and financially stable. You had a network of people who cared about you. Yes, there was some kind of vulnerability—perhaps you were a bit lonely—and the sociopath used the vulnerability to infiltrate your life. But, for the most part, you were okay.
Then, either suddenly or slowly, your life disintegrated, and the problems you face are so immense, and so interconnected, and so overwhelming, that you don’t know where to begin unraveling them. You don’t have the energy to start. Rather than the happy and confident person you once were, you are anxious, depressed and fearful. You don’t know how you are going to survive.
And you don’t know how it all happened. Trying to figure it out, you describe the individual’s behavior to friends or a therapist, and someone mentions the word “sociopath.” Or you do a Google search—perhaps on “pathological lying”—and end up on Lovefraud.
You are in shock. The description fits, and you realize that the individual never cared about you, that you were targeted, and that you allowed yourself to be scammed, either financially or emotionally. You’ve lost money, or your home, or your job, or your support network—or all of it.
Blame game
As you realize the depths of the betrayal, the blame game starts. And whom do you blame? Yourself.
You are furious with yourself for not seeing it sooner. You didn’t listen to people who warned you, or to your own inner voice that was telling you something was amiss. Instead, you believed the silver-tongued liar, the crying and pleading actor, whose real intention was to drain from you everything he or she could.
Besides everything physical and financial that you lost, you are most upset because you no longer have your sense of self. You feel like you lost your soul.
Now what?
The sociopath is responsible
First of all, recognize that you are not responsible for the abuse you experienced.
The sociopath may have blamed you for his or her actions, saying, “You made him (her) do it.” Understand that statements like these were all part of the manipulation. The terrible words were spoken specifically to throw you off-balance and break you down, so that the sociopath could maintain control.
He or she is responsible for the hurtful words—and for all abusive actions.
Commit to recovery
Next, know that you can recover. The key to recovery is recognizing that the fraud and betrayal is NOT WHO YOU ARE. The devastation by the sociopath is something that happened to you. The betrayal was an incident, an experience. Do not allow it to define the rest of your life.
Make a decision, a commitment to yourself, that you are going to heal.
This means you need to allow yourself to experience the deep wells of pain, disappointment and grief that the experience caused. You have to get it out of your system, and the only way to do that is to allow yourself to process the pain, which means feeling it.
Finally, you need to let the experience go. How do you do this? You accept that it happened, and that there is nothing you can do to change the past. This does not mean you excuse what the sociopath did. But you do recognize that the betrayal was an INCIDENT IN YOUR LIFE, and NOT LET IT DEFINE THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.
It is true that you will never be the same after the experience with the sociopath, and you may have, in fact, lost yourself. But by facing the pain, processing it and letting it go, you can find a new “you,” one with a richer, deeper understanding of the human condition, and more capacity for love and compassion than you ever had before.
You can recover. You can grow. You can acquire wisdom. And you can move on and find happiness—perhaps sharing the wisdom you acquired to help prevent others from going through what you experienced.
I just got a cold shiver up my spine.
But, yeah, rgc, for awhile we feel “fulfilled”. Then we realize we’ve been poisoned.
Then we drink ipacac syrap and violently vomit. Then we feel better, and fill ourselves with our own positive being.
Kim – ipecac! LOL
Rgc, the “void” as I interpet it are those “spaces” that I, indeed, should be filling with my Self. “Self” is equivalent to what makes each of us unique in the Universe – the soul.
Any emotional “void” is an opportunity for spath self- insertion, deliberately, intentionally, and with malice aforethought. Little bit, by ever-so-little bit, the spath fills that void with THEIR venom, as Kim said, and our own perceptions of who we are, whom we need to be, and what our system of beliefs are systematically altered to fit THEIR agenda.
Am I a “needy” person? Well, the spath can provide me with excessive and inappropriate flattery that feeds my bruised Self. Am I a fearful person? The spath can hone in on my fears and cause me to believe that I’m overcoming them while those fears are actually being reinforced. Am I a lonely person? The spath can cause me to feel as if I’m the most important person on Earth. Am I a self-deprecating person? Well, the spath can simulate complete acceptance of all of my faults and vulnerabilities. ANY one of these “voids” is a useful space for the spath to occupy and disease.
Filling my Self with Self, I have got to come to an understanding with me that I’m worthwhile, deserving, okay, and valuable – to ME. Slowly, I am finding out that I have strengths along with my “weaknesses,” and that being a human being does not mean that I am at the top of the food-chain. My “vulnerabilities” where I lack all of the positive “self” images are spots in my boundaries that require a LOT of fortification. Self-awareness, self-love, self-acceptance, self-assurance, and all of the rest were missing PRIOR to the spath entanglements, and I have to sort out how to reconstruct those attributes without any better glue than personal resolve to never, ever, EVER allow my boundaries to fall, even a nanometer, for anyone, for any reason.
That’s my take on it, for what it’s worth.
The best thing I ever done for myself was getting rid of “IT”. Now I can breathe again and I am starting to find myself all over again. Without a doubt: THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER DONE FOR MYSELF. Getting rid of “IT” in thought as well as ‘live and in person’…
I have been trying to piece my life back together again and I can tell you this: now that I have, “IT” better stay far, far, away from me. The next time I am not going to be so nice and let it ‘get away’. hehehehe
Kim: you really said it all: we have been poisoned.
I have drank bottles and bottles of ipacac and vomited and vomited and I still don’t feel better about the vilness I actually allowed near me. It still makes me shiver up and down my spine. How could I have been so nice to the point that I became BLIND>I forgive myself and I am indifferent and complacent about “IT” anymore. There are no more false illusions and no more ‘fairy tales’….
I am filling myself with MY OWN SELF now.
THIS IS MY LIFE NOT ITS.
Thanks Louise for the Katy Perry tune.
That absolutely ROCKED!!!! So colorful…loved it.
Ha: very appropriate too. xxoo
Right on Truthspeak: very well said.
Thanks for that reinforcement as I start this day…
I agree with every word you said.
Happy Tuesday, Lovey ~ Dupey
I know for sure that the ex-spath was never bonded to me at all. And I have enough confirmation for myself that even they ‘honeymoon’ period was a total sham… It’s the honeymoon period that he sent his friends on me to assault rob me, it’s the honeymoon period that he started to shower-train me, it’s the honeymoon period that he stole my bank cards once, and it’s the honeymoon period he tried to play his ex to allow him to visit her while he was living here with me in Belgium. This is the same period I was still sure he was in love with me too. I learned about it the day after the discarding, and I can’t thank his previous ex enough for telling me her whole story, and including that tidbit of knowledge (she thought I knew that). That was the little piece of the puzzle that proved to me that it had all been illusion from the start and he never knew love nor could feel it. Once I knew that, I had no problem accepting that the honeymoon was pure illusion, no matter how painful that was (and immensely painful it was). Because of that extra piece of the puzzle that happened behind my back (something he doesn’t know that I know) I never even felt any desire to reminisce about the ‘good’ period… even the ‘good’ period feels icky, dirty and makes me feel stressed.
That man was never bonded to me at all and he never cared whether I was disappointed in him or not.
darwinsmom:
Mine wasn’t bonded to me either. Perhaps for a very short time at the beginning, but he had way too many other things going on in his life to be bonded to me. It was all so sick and the joke was on me 🙁
Yes, Darwinsmom and Louise, it’s painful and humiliating to realise that the spath was never bonded to you. It was all just a ploy to get me to part with my money, my time. To get me to move in with him, look after him and “make his life easier” …..one of his favourite sayings.
It still intrudes but the declarations of undying love and the pity ploy no longer work. I’ve finally taken off those darned Rose tinted glasses. I’m on the road to indifference. And it’s feeling good.
Louise, a saying my old dad used to say. He who laughs last, laughs longest.
Blessings to you all.
Actually Louise, the joke is on him… He’s a total empty being, who can never enjoy the true riches of being human 🙂
Kim:
did you find it difficult to get going in therapy?
strongawoman:
I have heard that saying also about laughing…thanks for that…I need to be reminded that I am the one who is going to come out OK in all this…