The sociopath’s imperturbability has been widely noted. However, this is a generalization, not true of all sociopaths in all situations.
A sociopath around whom the net is closing, who recognizes that he’s played his last card and finds, alas, that the game is ending and that he faces inescapable consequences—sociopaths in this circumstance may feel forms of perturbability, like anxiety and worry.
But in situations where he perceives his security (however unrealistically) to be relatively unthreatened—especially where his grandiosity and sense of omnipotence remain relatively intact—the sociopath can be curiously imperturbable.
Imperturbable, that is, in the commission of his violating acts, as well as in the subsequent striking sangfroid with which he’ll brazenly perpetuate his deceit even when confronted with his flat guilt.
How do we explain this?
First, I pose a question: Have you ever played a really cruel practical joke or, if not, witnessed one (with enjoyment), that left its victim torturously duped, perhaps even mildly traumatized?
I’d suggest that the mindset involved in conceiving and executing such a prank, even the mindset (as a witness) involved in merely enjoying it, is temporarily rather sociopathic in several ways.
I stress temporarily because nonsociopaths will inhabit this state of mind only briefly and experimentally, and then, on the assumption that any suffering the prank causes its victim will be experienced as relatively fleeting and superficial.
But I use a “practical joke” analogy because I think it describes somewhat accurately the sociopath’s basic perspective in the world. Life, for the sociopath, is something like a big stage on which to perpetrate forms of ongoing deceit to suit his shifting agenda for comfort, convenience, tension discharge, and other gratifications.
After all, at the motivational heart of the “practical joker” is the driving question, Can I pull this off? This is a question, among others—a kind of perpetual carrot, if you will—that compels sociopathically-oriented personalities.
And the socopath’s response to this implicitly posed question is felt, if not implicitly answered, as, “Of course I can pull this off! I can pretty much pull anything off! Watch me do it! Watch me get away with this!”
In other words, the sociopath’s cocky faith in his powers of chicanery nicely captures his inflated grandiosity and sense of omnipotence. To put it even more basically, the sociopath thinks he is good, really good. And in inverse proportion to how smart he thinks he is, he thinks that you are just as stupid.
This is the sociopath’s signature contempt, and let us not underestimate it: You are as stupid as he is smart.
In the end, the sociopath ultimately takes neither you, nor anyone, seriously. And it’s not that he chooses not to respect people. It’s not that he’s unwilling to take others seriously. It’s that he can’t. And make no mistake: his inability to take people seriously, in an authentic way, is a core aspect of his disorder.
Does the nonpsychotic sociopath, intellectually, know right from wrong? This is a frequently posed question, to which the answer is yes. Intellectually, the nonpsychotic sociopath is usually well aware that his behaviors are exploitive and violate legal and interpersonal laws and boundaries.
But the point is, he just doesn’t care. The sociopath just doesn’t take these laws and interpersonal boundaries seriously, because he doesn’t take you, or others, seriously.
And so this is where his imperturbability enters. When you don’t take others seriously; when, on some level, others are a joke to you; when a malignant contempt pervades your view of others, then you can have your way with them, you can use them for whatever purposes suit your immediate agenda. Moreover, you can cause them pain and outrage as you seek your own ends unburdened by normal feelings of responsibility, accountability and guilt, because you don’t just don’t take them seriously.
So you’re caught in a lie? So you’ve been busted? Big deal. So your denials are preposterous? Big deal. Let’s remember, you are slick and smart enough to convince any stupid person to disbelieve the indisputable evidence of your guilt!
And even if you can’t persuade them to give you a pass this time; even if they’ve busted you cold this time, and your normally reliable glibness doesn’t spring you from the present trap, so what? After all, there’s no shame or embarrassment to be busted by someone you don’t take seriously.
And so the sociopath’s imperturbability, in this light, can be seen as a natural byproduct of his malignant disrespect of, and contempt towards, others. It is a pathological imperturbability, not an admirable, enviable one. His is not the imperturbability of a “cool cat,” or an enviably placid temperament, or the imperturbability that can derive from a certain hard-earned wisdom, confidence and perspective.
No, the sociopath’s imperturbability is that of an emotionally, interpersonally sick individual who, at bottom, has no true emotional stake in others.
And so finally, in his relationships with others, what he stands to lose, through his exploitation, is felt to be as superficial, and dismissable, as anything he stands to gain.
(My use of male gender pronouns in this article is for convenience’s sake and not to suggest females aren’t capable of the behaviors discussed. This article is copyrighted © 2010 by Steve Becker, LCSW.)
Dear Sabrina,
“never give up?”—I didn’t give up for so long, and I DID enable him, that’s the worst part. I sent him money, I visited him (long distance) I BELIEVED him, I wanted to believe him, and even when I KNEW IN MY SOUL he was a monster, I kept hanging on to that FANTASY.
He was part of my life though he has not lived in my home (and only had one visit for a day) since 1989, 21 years, yet I kept him in my mind as a PART OF MY DAY, every day, as a part of my life, every day—he was HERE in my house that he has never even visited. He was REAL though he might as well have been a cyber affair with someone on the internet, and the son I loved was/is DEAD, gone, and he was animating the corpse like a zombie in some old B grade movie—walking, but no soul, talking but no soul….so it has been a long hard road but I no longer believe my son is alive, because he isn’t, that sweet little boy (I still have his early report cards and pictures) is gone—buried, grieved over, missed, but the ZOMBIE man is just another convict, and it would be a relief to me if someone would shank his sorry arse. Unfortunately, that is not in my hands, it is in God’s so I will accept whatever happens as what God’s will is…and trusting that is sometimes difficult…but maybe that is the lesson I need to learn. (((hugs)))) and God bless.
Oh Kathy, this is Mike, it’s too awful. everyone is falling apart,
she didn’t come home. we called the police j was going crazy. her mom, our nurse was so scared, j was climbing on walls. no answer. no where to know where she disappeared to. police wouldn’t look for her until 72 hours they said. said seeing things and bad feelings wasn’t enough to go on. we didn’t know where she was. j said he has her. he has her. he’s going to kill her. cops not taking her seriously. how does she know? oh she felt it. Right. they wouldn’t listen. j been on edge all week. we tried to keep her close. her mom not leaving her out of her sight. but she took off j told her not to go. j screamed something awful when she left. i couldn’t sleep, we pleaded with the cops, gave them her car tag number but they wouldn’t think of it until 72 hours. told us they were probably making up somewhere. we are so upset because we told the police to do something that we knew she was in danger, shouldn’t they have looked anyway? we just didn’t know where she was, he had her in her car. we could have stopped it if they had listened and put out an alert on her car, maybe. the time we all called the police she was still alive. she WAS STILL ALIVE. why couldn’t they have run the alert? we were frantic looking for her. then that was it. j gets real quiet looks out the window and says she’s gone. nothing is going to hurt her nomore. i was just so sick inside because i knew it too. i knew she was gone. i knew it was too late. oh god it hit the news before the police even told her mother. oh god we couldn’t save her. j put her head through the wall. went through the sheet rock to the stud. again and again. i can’t even patch the wall it has to be replaced. the grandmother had a heart attack. our nurse is beyond consolation. i wasn’t here when j posted. i had to be with the family. i think i could see it all sink in to her. i was so mad because she’s like she’s safe now, it’s not like we’re never going to see her again. I was grilling her about how it’s not about how O’s in a better place, or that she’s free and not afraid anymore or that someday we’ll all see her again. it’s a child being raised with a murdered mother by her father’s hand. it’s picking up all the pieces left behind. it’s parents losing their only child in the most horrific way. it’s them and a child being in THIS world without her. it’s the mess and pain in THIS world without her for her family. no one in THIS world really cares about how much better it is somewhere else, we just see the pain and hell that this one can be. i just didn’t want her chirping about being in a better place. this is now and it’s horrific. i feel so awful because she just snapped. i pushed her too hard. i know i did. she can’t handle this. she still sets the table for her aunt, dammit. why did i have to be so harsh? oh shit how are we going to all come throw this? our nurse, her family, they were family. i don’t know if they are going to recover. i don’t know it. j seems to finally absorb the whole loss of it all. j blames herself now. couldn’t save her aunt and now again couldn’t save O. shit. oh shit. all day i was just sleep walking. helping making funeral arrangements. just organizing and putting things in order. picking out flower arrangements and being my orderly self. but then it hit’s me again who i’m making the arrangements for. and i just feel like shit to be picking out color coordinated flowers to match stuff like THE room. and how an open casket is impossible because who would want to see her LIKE that. i mean how are they going to fix her? she’s like a broken rag doll now. why do people put up brightly colored flowers around anyway? flowers for valentines day and for funferals i don’t get it. like pretty stuff around a sad event? i don’t know, but pick and lavender does clash with the room really, should i tell folks white only?. i wonder what O would have picked? what sort of casket? gold engrained wood or painted white? everything in her favorite color maybe? what was it even? i never asked. our nurse just looks blankly at nothing, slumped and broken. she seems to have shrunk. she was a strong woman but she’s all shrinking into herself, so tiny and pale. what 23 year old plans out her casket, anyway? or even thinks about her funeral arrangments? it’s not like her room. oh shit. i just don’t know why i’m getting stuck on senseless details. i just don’t know what else to do. j’s forehead is okay though. i wish i knew why he did it. why. he didn’t love her, just wanted to control her. siad she was his to do what he pleased. he says when it’s over…. he was happy she would never start her life without him. that he won… WTF?……Why couldn’t he just move on to someone else like the rest of them? i’ll never understand it.
Mike, you’re in grief. Bad, bad first-stage grief. And you’re sleepwalking through it, getting done what needs to get done. But you’re still dealing with a big, whacking trauma.
J is in pain. O’s family is in pain. In situations like this, family groups go through a lot of wave forms. Because all the individuals are cycling through different emotions. Anger. Sadness. Shock. And one of those emotions is survivor’s guilt, which is really complicated, because it shifts the focus from the loss of a loved one to feeling bad about yourself.
So that’s what you’re dealing with, separately and together. J’s dealing with PTSD. You know this. You can help her a bit by grounding her gently in the here-and-now. Yes she saw it and all of you tried to stop it. But this really was out of your hands. What is in her hands right now is your household, your child and your need for someone to help you through this. Yes, she’s a warrior, but she also has access to higher level processing, and you can tell her you need comfort. (Because you do.) Asking her to help guide you will help her.
O’s mother is in shock. She’s going to be really emotional when she comes out of it. And probably not particularly logical or rational. That’s okay; it’s normal. For now, give her something to wrap herself with, even if it’s too warm to need anything but a sheet. She’ll feel better if she can get “close in” to something. If you can get her down on the couch, where she can huddle up, that would be good. Bring her some tea, with something like whiskey in it, if you’ve got some. Unless she’s already taking a sedative. The best thing for her right now is sleep. If she wants to talk, just sit with her. Be with her, and let her know you know how she feels. That’s enough right now.
I know that all of this looks like non-stop destruction, but I’m telling you, as J will tell you when she can access her wisdom again, that nothing happens without a reason. O went to her destiny for some reason. The changes to everyone’s lives will not be all bad, just different. And that is not to diminish the work everyone faces in grieving through this. But something will be created out of this, and your assumptions that it will all be bad are not correct. You have to learn to trust the process, because if all you feel is fear and anger, your emotions will affect it.
I’m not telling not to feel what you feel. But I am telling you to transform it as soon as you can to positive intentions and actions. That’s what your life is about. You know that. You transform adversity into positive movement. You believe in the power of positive, caring action. And that is, ultimately, what you will do with this loss.
Now, just breathe. Please. I know this is awful, a tragic and chaotic time. But all the rest of you are alive and you love each other. Supporting each other is what’s important now. And that includes you. Don’t be a superman. Ask for help and comfort.
Again, this was out of your hands. It doesn’t matter who did what — O, the police, the man who killed her — it was out of your hands. Now, go start spreading kindness, and try not to worry. The wheels of the universe are turning, and the most important thing you can do now is love each other.
Kathy
Mike and Des,
My heart goes out to you in this most horrible situation.
I admire your courage and strength within all the adversity.
Kathleen is offering solid recommendations……turn evil into positive, this is when we as people make the most difference!
Please, take care of the three of you, love each other and provide comfort to all involved……but mostly….take care of you….because if you are not okay……you will not be able to offer yourself to others…..
Try and get some sleep…..
I’m so very sorry!
XXOO
EB
Mike, does that help?
I’m trying to organize the emotional patterns for you, so you can see through it. Even while you’re living through it.
Sometimes you have to be in two places. Living through things. But also seeing it from a distance. Because when everyone’s feelings are so raw and big — especially for you and J, who surely are not good at dealing with this kind of noise — you have to know that it’s all okay. To feel that way. It’s just part of a normal human process.
And knowing that it’s okay can be a big help.
What I didn’t say is that I’m so sorry. Sorry it happened. Sorry you’re going through this. I wish I could be there to wrap you all up in caring. So you could just rest.
That’s what I’m sending you. And I know that many people here will be doing the same when they read your letter. However complicated and painful it is right now, it will get better for all of you. Time is on your side.
Kathy
I made a valentine’s card ”“ a place where we can write love: http://lfvalentinescard.blogspot.com/
please spread the word.
best,
one step
Hello all, Talk about a classic example of impurturbability. And thanks to Erin B and Oxy et al for your recent comments and support.
My soul searching in the previous post was about walking away from the drama, the movie, the nonsense, taking my lumps and holding my head high. Of protecting myself from further harm, and going the slow but sure, live frugally and carefully kind of perspective. So I was ready to sign off on a bunch of stuff with the P…then what arrived at my doorstep but the copy of his computer hard drive, that I managed to have seized 7 months ago, and he has been preventing me from seeing ever since.
And, as I KNEW,( because he can’t help himself,) there are the spread sheets, the charts and tables spelling it all out, right down to the cost of the cleaning lady, giving me 9.6 million good reasons to hang in there and fight.
The point being, how f’ing unflappable is that? He knew what was in there,( the computer) and all this time has shown complete indifference, go ahead, there is nothing in there blah blah blah…I had almost lost interest myself he was so convincing.
But to the courts, his demeanor has been VERY effective.
That is how these creatures prevail.
Most of us look for signs of guilt, or contrition, or nerves, when we are sizing someone up in a challenging situation. The P always has a HUGE advantage, because we measure them from our perspective and emotional base.
They are unfathomable. They literally do not make sense to most of us. It reminds me of the point in maybe Martha Stouts book or the Good Canadian Dr. whose name escapes me presently….but the point was that SPN’s and or liars ALWAYS have an advantage, because we- the observers or judges, are so conditioned to always look for “the other side of the story” and we are conditioned to give both sides equal merit and weight. And that is where they have us…once we give the lies equal weight as the truth, the truth has been comprimised…and so it goes…until they have it all and control it all….and then the truth has to stand up and be heard and celebrated until the cycle begins again. I guess what it comes down to is constant vigilance is necessary to protect our truth..because lies are very cheap and can be very powerful.
And welcome Des and sorry for all you are going through. Be some very wise things you have shared with us.
Peace to all,
to let everyone know ”“ i made a ’valentine’s card’ for us @.......
http://lfvalentinescard.blogspot.com
anything you want to post, just send it through to me at the email listed there.
Anita – what do you think is in those spreadsheets? Why was it cheeky of him not to be worried or embarrassed??? Have you found something or do you just ‘know’ something is in there?
All the best for sifting through the evidence!
Anita:
Ahhhhhhh……I sense a rejuvination coming over you!
YES!!!!
You go girl……go through each and every part of that computer…..take note of everything…….even if it doesn’t make sense now…..it will later….I ASURE YOU!
Get to coscto and stock up on printer ink….and print everything……put it in piles, separated and then into binders….or files.
I think I ended up going through 6 costco packs of ink…..YIKES!
there was so much paperwork……It was easier to print at home.
DON”T GIVE UP……
You’ve found your second wind…….
I found whatever he did or said……I reversed it…..that turned out to be the truth.
It’s very telling……if they are not worried…..oh YES they are!
They’d never tell us…..NEVER!!!
So…..look at his behaviors…..look at your documentation…..look at the situation…..
AND DRAG OUT THE INNER SOCIOPATH IN YOU AND FIGHT!!!!!