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.)
Jeltogether,
“He then twists it that you are the person who is wrong for not believing him, you have “hurt” him by not believing and he then justifies himself and his hurtful behavior.”
This is classic PROJECTION. He is projecting his thoughts and feelings about himself onto you. Also called GASS LIGHTING…making you the crazy one. Don’t buy it. It’s all in the way a twisted disordered person turns a bad behavour around.
Alcohol will only cloud his judgement more.
Hi all, I know you were missing those thousand-word posts, but I sprained my hand last week Probably writing those things, and today is my first day really typing again.
This thread is amazing. There is so much good writing here, I’ve been cutting and saving paragraphs from all over the place. The first was Steve’s. Damn! What a great article. It may be my favorite of all them.
This is my favorite bit, though it was hard to pick:
“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.”
Oh, do I remember what it was like to be on the other side of that! His distant and reluctant attention as I imploded into some emotional expression of weakness or neediness. It was all so taxing. He wouldn’t have bothered paying any attention at all, except he had to keep an eye on whether I was really getting to the breaking point. Wouldn’t want to kill the golden goose. If I looked like I might be getting ready to bolt, he’d turn on the charm, just enough to remind me what I might have if I did everything his way, if I was a “good girl.” (And yes, the little monster actually said that.)
But I know that he really got a kick out of watching me fall apart, as much as he sneered and ostentatiously ignored it. Because if he could make me cry, or wring my hands, or lock myself in the bathroom while I searched for some kind of pill that would make me feel better, then he was a powerful guy. He reminded me of a three-year-old with an Etch-a-Sketch, only I was the toy. And he was doing it right up to the last words I had with him. As he stood in my doorway, the light at his back, about to walk out of my life forever because I’d finally thrown him out, this distraught voice cried out, “But you said you loved me.”
“I did,” I said and slammed the door. And for two years, every time I looked out the front windows of my house, I was looking for his car to come up the driveway. He always came back, when he’d left me. But this time he didn’t come back, because I told him not to, and that he’d regret it if I even found him in the county.
He was afraid of me. It took me forever to figure this out. I remember on the very few occasions I did get anything like mad, he acted like I was coming after him with a knife. (Something like me stamping my foot, and saying, “This is making me really, really unhappy.” It’s embarrassing even to think about today.) Once, when we was leaving me to lose my house, when he could have stayed and helped me save it, I was sobbing and threw a shoe at him. He went into a terrified little dance, and said he should probably call the police.
I always thought it was just another one of his manipulative spiels. But later, I came to think he was really afraid I was going to crack and just kill him. He’d already driven people to breakdowns and I think there were a couple of suicides. But I was a little more substantial than his usual victim in terms of age and life equity. And I’m sure he figured that if the situation were reversed, he would have cracked and killed me long before.
I have spent so much time trying to get into the heads of these people. Not by trying to read his mind, but by finding what is like him in me, and then trying to wall everything else off. And you know, it’s almost impossible. (Not quite, because there have been a few moments in my life when I wanted something so badly, I didn’t care who got hurt, as long as I got it.) I can feel like that for a moment, but I can’t hold it, and I sure can’t imagine what it would be like to see the world that way for a lifetime. It’s like a desert, and I just can’t stay there too long without feeling like I’m getting heatstroke or dying of thirst for even the memory of connectedness.
Why would any of us want to be involved with someone like that? Talk about a vacation in hell…
LTL, you tell the best stories. Can you just imagine the conversations behind the neighbors’ windows. “George, grab your glasses and get over here. What do you see hanging from that tree?”
That’s so funny.
Oxy, I’m a little jealous. I’d like to go to a friend’s house for a couple of weeks and just cogitate. It sounds like you’re processing at full speed. I’m sorry you had to go through this, but, as you said, the worst things are sometimes the best things.
I was thinking that it might be easier on you if you didn’t fix on all the NCs being permanent. Except for your son in prison (who is just flat-out dangerous), the rest of them are being banished for bad behavior. They could always change their behavior. But it’s up to them. And meanwhile, they are not welcome inside your world.
That way you wouldn’t have to grieve over losing anyone forever. Just regard it as a kind of vacation from them until they stop acting like idiots.
Hi, Oxy! Your doing great, Gal! take it slow, and dont put yourself down. We all love you and care about you! I think were often harder on ourselves than God is, and less forgiving of our faults! Youve had a HUGE amount of shit to work thru, more than most people would expect in one lifetime.Life is NOT fair, but I think in the end, the Spaths get divine justice served on them, and it says in the Bible,”It is a terrible thing to fall into the hands of almighty God!” Theyll get theirs in the end, I have to believe it.
I wanted to let you know that the same thing has happened to me,ie, believeing peoples lies one time too many, ignoring red flags, etc.
My SIL,{who is still not divorced from my spath daughter after nearly 4 years,} I had painted asa perfect, loving SIL, a great Dad,{he now has FT custody of the 3 kids}, and I believed him when he said hed never deprive me from seeing the kids, etc.he was supposed to be renting a holiday cottage near us either at Xmas or N.Year, and I kept emailing him as to when hed be here on holiday with the kids. Kept stalling,i couldnt geta definite answer from him. Nevertheless, I went ahead, got all the kids gifts wrapped,bought in extra Xmas food, decorated the house,{partly for our new adult “kids too, as they were to spend Xmas day and Boxing day with us}.
By N.years eve, still hadnt had a peep out of him, so I went over to stay one night in a guest house near our Iranian kids new tiny rented flat. Came back next day, logged in to Kevs facebook. Lo and behold, he and the kids and the new girlfriend had been staying at the holiday cottage since before Xmas,and on N.Years eve, they were actually in the town of Gosford, ten minutes from our place, yet never once rang, came to see us, or even gave us a call to wish us a Happy New Year.{I got home on NYs day,morning, so we could still have seen them.} D. and I were so disappointed,and I emailed him to let him know we were disappointed and hurt . Havent heard from him since. He is also a liar, he told me that the kids mag{the one my daughter embezzled $62,000 from, and which he used to be the art director of, }owed him $120,000. The new director,{who told me about my daughters theft} said it was rubbish, they only owed him $5,000 and hed have it within 2 months.They are still trying to recover financially from her “money laundering ” scheme. I cant believe they let her off with $12,000!My SIL used to be a heavy pot smoker, and I think it leaves them with a “lackaday attitude to life.
Ive seen my G kids exctly twice since 8th Dec.,2008, which is when I last saw my spath daughter.I now know a} that hes a liar, and b] that hes totally unreliable.I do miss my G kids, but as i no longer see my spath daughter, and it looks as if my SIL cant be relied on to bring them over,God knows when, if ever, I will see them again. I am devastated.Love and {{HUGS}} Gem.XXXP i ended up posting all the presents to them, and still havent had as much as aThank you phone call from any of them, including the girlfriend. No manners ,and no class.
Dear Kathleen,
Yea, it is wonderful to have a dear dear friend whose house I ican go to to “unwind” and I feel very blessed!!!
As far as the NC being permanent or temporary, that really isn’t a factor with me–I don’t EXPECT anything to change in their attitudes—that EXPECTATION of change I think is what kept me in the fantasy world with my P-son iin prison. As it is, IF there is ever a demonstratable change in either my egg donor’s attitude (not likely!) or in my son C’s, it will take a very long time for me to ever establish enough trust to even want a relationship, much less have confidence in their attitude change, if that makes any sense.
Too many times there has been a reconciliation only to have it “fall apart” over and over and over, so, that being the case, I think it is easier to “cut the puppy dog’s tail off in ONE CUT” and get it over with, than to cut it off an INCH AT A TIME, the way I have been doing it all/most of my life.
I think in the end, I really don’t want a relationship with someone who has devalued and discarded me repeatedly, so I haven’t really lost anything except my own FANTASY world in which I thought that, I wanted to believe that, I was loved, cared for and respected. Anyone who is willing to not only use and abuse me, but to devalue me is not someone I really NEED IN MY LIFE.
Not everyone in our lives that we don’t have good relationships with are psychopathic. There are other things that go on in a relationship that cause it to “fail” or not be good for either or both parties.
I know the problems you are having with your son are not psychopathic ones, and neither are the ones I am having with C. However, C has obviously got some deep seated anger at me. Whether this is “justified” or not is beside the point. If they were justified by something I have done to him I am not sure what it is. Without knowing what HIS problem with me is I can’t work on improving the relationship. I know I wasn’t a perfect parent by any means, but at the same time, I don’t think I abused him, but sometimes children perceive that they are unvalued or misunderstood when the parent had no intention of doing that, but I’m not even sure my son knows what drives himself. Without some insight on his part about our relationship, about why he had D&D’d me, why he lies to me, I don’t see that we can work on a relationship together. I’m not even sure he actually wants a relationship with me.
Since he is not a psychopath I am not totally adverse to a future relationship, but I’ve set the boundaries about the lying, so unless he decides to stop, there isn’t any reason to hope that we can have a relationship that would in any way be satisfying to me. But since lying is not something that is done on a “every day” basis in someone who is not a P…how long do you have to go with no lies before you can trust some one not too start lying again? I think he went 2 1/2 years without lying to me, but when he felt the “need” to lie, he didn’t hesitate, in fact, planned it in advance, knowing that if I caught him it was NC. Set the “stage” with preparation, forethought and pre-planning on how to cover up.
Then, presented himself to his friends and even his boss as being abused by his nasty mother, “who tossed him Suddenly out on to the street homeless,” when in reality, I gave him a month to find another place to move (until I got back from Texas).
Plus, not only did it devestate me, but also his brother, D.
Dear Gem,
We were posting at the same time!
I am sorry that your SIL is acting this way! I know it is disappointing to you. Maybe you can call and speak to the children or even arrange a holiday with them to someplace and maybe he would let them go with you.
I’m glad your adopted “kids” were there for you, though! I think that God gave me my adopted son D. to replace the P-son I “lost” so long ago. Just as Job had more children and recovered, so will I. So will you.
Yes, I believe in divine retrobution, and I don’t think I could go on if I didn’t.
I didn’t do a lot today, but did get the letters in order by date and will work on them some more tomorrow. We are snowed in, though still have electric power, but are prepared in case it goes out, with a generator and a gas stove (the central heat won’t run without electric) and have big barrels of water ready if we need it.
The snow is nasty, but it IS BEAUTIFUL, 6-8 inches of heavy wet snow and with the low temps tonight (teens) it will freeze into a solid cake of ice tonight! We just “hunker down” and don’t try to go anywhere until the roads are dry and clear but looks like bad weather most of the week. A great time to just relax and take it SLOW! (((hugs))))
Oh, I read Toi’s obit last night (thanks Matt for that reference) She was a sweetie! By reading her obit, though, you wouldn’t know that her “loving family” were what they were…I’m just glad that she DID HAVE some real friends and support here though. I know it was very important to her!
Kathleen Hawk & Others: YES! Mine is afraid of me, too! I have no idea WHY…I am NOT a violent person and he knows that. His new wife seems to think that he is just “embarassed” by the way he treated me but I know better! I remember when I was married to him, if he even thought he glimpsed the sight of one of his exes, he’d run from her. He was paranoid! I thought he was just being downright silly at the time but I now realize why he was so afraid. He knows EXACTLY what he did to them and to me and it’s enough to make some people come unglued and want to physically harm him. Also, I’ve read that S/N/Ps are the biggest cowards ever!
Sarah999 you are just SO right, that is what they are teaching us, you certainly hit home there, I never looked at it like that! I had to pass mine, thank God the ex, twice in a week on the high street, UGH he made my skin crawl!
Oxy, your response to my idea makes a lot of sense. I think my position about keeping the door open (just mentally) to the possibility of people changing their behavior reflects my belief that most people can change. Not sociopaths, but people who do have some capacity for compassion and conscience.
I think I have a hard time cutting people out of my life, if I once cared about them. And this is a mental position the allows me to do the least damage to myself, while keeping them at a distance from me. But I’m probably just postponing the inevitable grief of facing the truth about their behavior, as it is, and letting go of any illusions about them or their place in my life.
But what you wrote is probably the stronger stand. You’re making this about you, your life and what you want or don’t want in it. You’re making very firm boundary statements. It causes you to suffer, but it’s also honest and moves you through the grief to clear decisions about what to do next. I admire you for it.
You mentioned my son. You’re right, it’s not a sociopathic situation, but he is so mentally ill that it almost makes no difference. The amount of energy it takes to deal with him and hold myself together is like a huge test of everything I learned in getting over the sociopath.
I do the best that I can. I work on staying true to myself. I give him a certain amount of attention, and it’s good attention. But dealing with him takes a lot of energy, and I have to give myself time to recoup. I can feel the drain on my emotional system and my life, and I have to make sure that I have the resources to also support myself and keep going.
Life brings us circumstances that force us to learn again. As you said in a previous post, sometimes we have to keep on learning the same thing over and over. (And God knows, I’ve had to learn that lesson you talk about a lot of times.) And sometimes it seems to be something new. I truly do not understand what God wants me to be learning from this one, except maybe endurance.
But if there is one thing that I believe, it is that things keep changing. Whatever this is, it will evolve over time. My life is changing and so is his. And sometimes we just have to wait it out.
I have also seen that “fearfulness” from the abuser.
Do you guys think they are really afraid???
I think it’s a load of crap.
In fact, I think it is another form of projection.
They know that WE are the ones who should be afraid, but they ACT fearful in order to make US look like the abusers.
I have seen them shoplift merchandise from stores without blinking an eye.
I’ve seen them lie to the policeman’s face without an afterthought.
So, I don’t buy the “fearful” act…at all.