Sociopaths who posture as insightful and self-aware are some of the most dangerous predators around.
When I use the terms pseudo insightful and pseudo sensitive, I’m referring to the sociopath’s manipulative efforts to seem some combination of vulnerable, self-aware, sensitive and compassionate.
For some sociopaths this deception is conscious, while for others it is so seamlessly woven into their modus operandi as to feel (for them), at least in the moment, almost authentic.
Even the normal individual, low in sociopathic traits, may struggle to distinguish his deception from authenticity when finding himself “performing” in a mode in which he feels masterfully confident and comfortable—for instance, pitching a sale; or making a presentation, or speech.
But what factors make the sociopath’s “insight” and “sensitivity” pseudo versus authentic?
There is, first of all, the manipulative function of the sociopath’s pseudo sensitivity. Authentically insightful individuals use their insight and self-awareness not merely to better protect themselves and their interests, but also to better understand themselves and others.
Sociopaths, however, always wanting something from others, oriented as they are to wanting to take something from others, use their “pseudo” insight and self-awareness for exploitive purposes.
For instance, the sociopath’s interest isn’t to get to know and understand you better for purposes of increasing his depth of connection with you; rather, his interest to establish unobstructed access to you is about positioning himself to take something from you that he wants—whether you’re ready to offer it or not, and whether it’s in your best interest to offer it or not.
In other words, the sociopath is never interested in you; he is always, and only, interested in what he can take from you.
This applies also to the sociopath’s invitation to appreciate his pseudo display of vulnerability. This may take the form of his “startling sensitivity” and self-awareness. If he reads you correctly—as someone, say, who values vulnerability and substance—then he may regale you with “apparent” evidence of his capacity to be wounded; to manifest sensitive emotions; to position himself as someone who’s “in touch” with his feelings.
As always, how much he believes his performance in the moment (versus consciously recognizing it as bogus or manipulative) varies from sociopath to sociopath and from circumstance to circumstance.
Paradoxically, a more “self-aware” sociopath will recognize his fraudulence better than a less self-aware sociopath, who may be more prone to denial, self-delusion, and the belief that, at least temporarily, he really is the role he’s playing.
Regardless, sociopaths play the “self-aware,” “vulnerable” card (consciously or not) ultimately for grooming purposes—specifically, for purposes of softening your defenses and encouraging, coaxing out, your vulnerability.
This is because the less guarded, the more disarmed you are—in a word, the more vulnerable you are—the greater (the sociopath calculates) are his chances of taking from you what he wants.
Now let me apply some of these ideas to a hypothetical, real-life scenario: Let us say you are on a blind date with a very charismatic, charming sociopath. There is seemingly very intense chemistry. He watches you in a very flattering, lusting way, feasting his eyes on you all night. He tells you how attractive he finds you, that he’s mesmerized by you.
Now he isn’t necessarily lying. He could be lying, we know that, in which case his manipulation is that much more blatantly and manifestly sociopathic. But it’s also possible that he isn’t lying—that is, that he feels, in the moment, that what he’s telling you he feels is true; or, that he’s convinced himself that everything he’s telling you is true.
And so his sociopathy can’t necessarily be traced to his lying, because in this instance he may not perceive himself as lying, and, in a certain sense, he may not be lying. His sociopathy, rather, can more accurately be identified in his underlying, preexisting agenda which, in our hypothetical scenario, come hell or high water, is to “nail” you.
He made this his mission the moment he laid eyes on you and found you sexually attractive enough to make this his intention. He feels quite thrilled—perhaps even a little giddy and delighted—that you’ve proven attractive enough (in a sense, cooperative enough) to elicit his lust, which now enables him to pursue his agenda with you.
I don’t mean to suggest that this is the only agenda our hypothetical sociopath could be pursuing with you. It’s possible that he (or another sociopath) might play things differently, by approaching his interests with more or less patience; more or less calculated, disguised subterfuge.
And it’s possible that our sociopath, or a different sociopath, on this same first, blind date, might have an entirely different set of intentions, warranting a very different approach to meeting them. For instance, he or she may be a golddigging sociopath—a financial predator—less than a sexual exploiter.
However, this is what my hypothetical sociopath wants in this particular situation; accordingly, he’s going to pull out all the stops to land you in the “sack” or, one way or another, land himself in your pants.
Because all that matters—and in essence, what it always and only boils down to—is what he wants.
And so our sociopath, on meeting you and establishing his sexual interest, feels glad, elated, even excited that you bring something he wants. He may feel, beyond that, primitive gratitude that you haven’t disappointed him in this respect. Nothing, after all, could be more depresssing, more boring and less tolerable than, on his having met you, his discovering that, alas, you have nothing to give him that he wants.
Incidentally, this experience—his experience—of your uselessness elicits any number of possible reactions, including irritation, resentment, utter contempt, annoyance, and excruciating disappointment and boredom.
It is bad enough (for you) that you are only, and will never be more than, an object to the sociopath. However, for the sociopath, the fact that you are always only an object to him isn’t necessarily a problem; it is when your usefuleness as an object has run its course that the sociopath is most displeased and agitated, and when he is most likely to unmask himself as the cold, heartless person he is.
However, in our hypothetical scenario, as we’ve established, you do indeed have something he wants: he finds you gorgeous. And so in his relief, in his gladness, in his heady gratitude that you have something he wants—something that he can now can set about taking—a psychological transmutation occurs.
The sociopath’s gratitude, on discovering that you have something he wants, becomes primitively transmuted into a form of idealization—of you!
And in his primitive, corrupt idealization, the sociopath is prone to convincing himself, and you, of the sincerity of his ebulliant flattery and appreciation. So much so that when, as previously noted, he tells you he’s mesmerized by you, he may mean it, or think he means it, and he may seem and, indeed, be sincere when he says this.
But what mesmerizes him is you-the-object, not you-the-person. He is mesmerized not by the substantive you, but by his fantasy of what he imagines you will give him, or what he’ll soon coax from you or, if necessary, take from you.
(This article is copyrighted (c) 2010 by Steve Becker, LCSW. My use of male gender pronouns is for convenience’s sake, not to suggest that females aren’t capable of the behaviors discussed.)
One Step,
I think when we crack wide open that we change big time, too. Maybe that is the purpose of cracking…It kind of brings us to our knees, and pushes us beyond where we possibly might have even been “stuck” in our healing process.
I think that so much of this pushes us to our limits, that occasionally we stay stuck in a particular phase, not because we choose so much to “stay” there but, the fear of moving beyond. The fear of the pain yet to come.
Denial, even denial in small doses, is what has protected us thus far. Like a little sheild, that we hold up, to block the “real hard stuff” from filtering in.
Once we let it go, really let it go, it actually gives us the freedom to move forward.
Like wearing a different pair of glasses. A pair where we can really see. Things aren’t so fuzzy anymore. More clarity.
This is my experience right now. Where I am at. Trying to let it go. Those false beliefs.
xxxxx
Sarah999,
No I don’t live in NYC. I would love to meet you if I did….
Yeah OX, I’ve seen that video. It is inspiring!
We out to make bumper stickers about Running with the herd-No?
Thought you might appreciate the equine wisdom. We do learn constantly from them – simple creatures they are, they do have a lot to teach….
LOL! Good to be here…
Geminigirl,
I am sorry I didn’t see your post to me a few days ago on this thread.
Although I check on here often, sometimes I miss a post or two.
Yesterday I had a bad day. I was crying all day and I couldn’t stop. The tears just kept flowing. I had to go to the grocery store and I couldn’t even get it together, to enter the store.
I am in a “place” that is somewhat unfamiliar. It feels kinda like to much to soon. I am by nature a thinker and I tend to process things slowly.
Now it is as if the floodgates have opened. Its alot to deal with. All at once. I want to slow it down, but that doesn’t seem possible.
I am drawn back to a place and time in my life when I KNEW what I was suposed to be doing. And I was comfortable in my own skin.
I think the hardest part of this for a mother is the conflict.
Conflicted feelings, conflicted emotions. I don’t know how to DO THIS. I don’t know how to detach, emotionally from my son. And I wonder if I ever will….
I am so sorry for your situation Gem. That you have grandchildren, that you can’t have much contact with. This is just yet another extension of the pain….That never ends, when you have a child with this disorder. I can’t even imagine it.
xoxoxox
Some of you are “up” and that is inspiring. Thank you for your efforts and positiveness.
My soon to be x was very good and I thought he was a feeling empathic compassionate gentle soul. I knew though, I always knew from my gut that he was not REAL. But I wanted to believe him and trust him.
Ox, the video description, (you are a beautifully descriptive impactful writer by the way) is so hopeful . Wow. Thanks.
Silvermoon, your experience is hitting home. I hate to come on here and be a downer. When I first posted I was having so much anxiety that I needed to let out, but I was afraid to bring people down or trigger. So I was careful… I will be careful. There might be a time when I can truely express my feelings here or my experience, although much is similar. I am guarded anyways. And I am a big old introvert.
And those of you who are able to freely express, Please keep doing so, it is healing for you and me. I don’t feel so alone.
This morning, I have been crying alot, sad with memories, still can’t believe this, anxious.
I’ve also been reading these posts and taking in all the feelings, which are all over the place.
On a positive note, I have been on the deck in the sun, crying, breathing fresh air, watching the chickadees, and listening to the beautiful sounds they make, and cuddling with my dog. I don’t have to work until Thursday, so I am going to meditate for 3 days.
Thank you everyone.
Dear angel4you,
Sugar, don’t worry, there is ALWAYS someone DOWN and usually several lpeople UP and that is the beauty of love fraud.
Most of my postsw ARE up, but there are times I HIT THE SKIDS like I did in January and late December and I thought ab out NOT posting that, but you know I realized too that evenn the MOST POSITIVE UPBEAT PERSON can have those down days, the IN THE FREAKING PITS DAYS, and it wouldn’t be honest of me to keep up a FRONT of always being positive if Im not feeling positive.
I get on a mad rant once in a while too, there are so many things that make me GRIND MY TEETH, like crooked politicians and what they do. Right now my rant is the CROOKED gov. of NY (the second one in a row) trying to get an abused woman to DROP THE CHARGES against his buddy, then he gets CAUGHT LYING and I hope he gets tossed out of office and I hope “Bloggo” gets sent to PRISON for trying to sell Obama’s senate seat!
Feel FREE to come here and rant, to cry to be angry! That’s one of the nice things about LF is if I am having a bad day there is someone to hold me up, if I am having a good day, there is someone who NEEDS holding up.
And if you look around here, even the “newbies” are helping hold up others within a week or so of coming here. THAT;s the BEAUTY of LF.
READ AND READ AND READ, go back through all those old articles and read them, print them out an dput them in a notebook you carry around, keep learning about them. Sooner or later it will no longer be about THEM but about YOURSELF and getting in touch with yourself and your own vulnerabilities. WHAT MADE YOU of all the people vulnerable to his lies? LLearn to trust yourself by knowing what the RED FLAGS are and how to SEE them in new people you meet. Learn to NOT give awayy your trust, but to havej people earn it.
Learn how to LET go of ANY one who violates your boundaries. Learn to keep yourself SAFE from predators.
Sarah999,
I have copied your email address if you would like to delete your post. I think you should delete it to be safe.
I am off to the school for a meeting. And I will email you when I return.
Thanks 🙂
Thanks Ox.((((hugs)))))
Angel,
Its a hard struggle to believe it. I don’t know how many days I’ve spent howling over the heartbreak, the betrayal and the hurt.
I’ve tried bargaining for the return of my love – if I could find anything that was true, I could redeem him and myself but all I found was more that was not true.
And the harder I worked, the more the whole thing ripped me wide open until I became exhausted. And then, only then was I ready and able to start facing what is real which is that he was not and is not able to be.
And it started with breaking off contact.
Even now, I catch myself wondering if there is any crack in the Universe that would bring the love I believed in back to me. I was happy. I was wildly in love.
Who doesn’t wish they could live their fantasy? Well I was and he was playing it out for me very well. But that’s all it was to him. His interest lay in what he thought he could get or take. beyond it, there was no bond.
That was when I didn’t know. Now that I do, I have to respect the wisdom of: If it looks like a duck and it quacks like a duck, its a duck.
The only way I am going to get through feeling the pain that accompanies accepting what happened in all its faded glory, is to allow myself to feel it. No, it aint a great feeling but there is, I believe a real mitigation for it.
And for me it is a spiritual issue. My best days are the ones when I embrace that somebody else went through this and he took my pain with him as an advocate to a Higher Authority.
That is working for me because it is so hard not to blame myself for letting happen, having bad judgement, making a stupid mistake in the blindness of love. I take comfort in knowing I have been forgiven and that it sets a precedent for forgiving myself.
Its ok for me to do that.
Its ok to have enjoyed the good times and what was good, because parts of it were pretty fun outside the heavier elements of sex and bonding and trust. If I remember the times he made me laugh REALLY hard and the ones where he could have been anybody, I’m ok with that.
The situation he created is intolerable. There is no answer but no.
I’m no great expert on this- Its all happening now. These are my days. If I can get through it, I believe you can too. And if we are in this together, we are by far wiser and better off than on man here or there who eventually will be involuntarily retired and beyond the ability to keep up with their own lies.
We are not they. If you feel, celebrate it. Of this is woven the rich fabric of life.
Some days, we just have to blow our noses on that tapestry and its ok.
Its an oldie, but a goodie:)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JBOQxfeFgY0&feature=related
The reason why,
Oh, I can say,
I have to let you go, babe.
And right away.
After what you did
I can’t stay on.
And I’ll probably feel a whole lot better
When you’re gone.
Baby, for a long time
You had me believe
That your love was all mine
And that’s the way it would be.
But I didn’t know
That you were putting me on.
And I’ll probably feel a whole lot better
When you’re gone.
Now, I’ve got to say
That it’s not like before,
And I’m not gonna play
Your games any more.
After what you did
I can’t stay on.
And I’ll probably feel a whole lot better
When you’re gone.
Oh, when you’re gone.
Oh, when you’re gone.
Oh, when you’re gone.