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.)
Angel:)x Welcome to lF ( I am sorry if you have already been here for a bit, and I haven’t seen your story forgive me:)xx I am glad you have found your way here but sorry you have had reason to find us.xx You seem in a ‘good’ place (relatively!) in that you have your dog and your deck and are able to meditate. Go you:) hold on to that.x
Silvermoon:
The horse and creek analogy reminds me of my early cowgirl days…my uncle was an old cowboy & cattle rancher (born 1916) brought up in the californio/vaquero tradition, who brought me along that way also…he taught me a lot through the ranch horses, or the horses taught me through him…
horses are such herd/prey animals they don’t want to be left behind when the others are moving ahead…but sometimes the fear of water is too great…i rode horses that “creek-jumped” rather than go into the water, often falling a bit short of the opposite bank and scrambling up out of the water as fast as they could–others cleared it ok…found footing on the other side, but both the creek jumpers and the ones who fell short were still afraid of the water…
i’ve ridden horses so panicked they ran up and down the creek bank (at lower elevations and if there was a real creek/river bank) or just sorta jumped around back and forth, wanting to catch up to the others and go into the water but being too afraid to even put a hoof into the water for more than a few seconds…
running them and coming back to try again can work, but wasn’t always an option because of the terrain…in the high country or john muir wilderness there’s no place to run, no creek bank–just dense mix of ponderosa pines, cedar trees, redwoods, boulders, granite slabs etc…no open spaces at all except for the occasional meadow…
manhandling horses into the water by brute force (spurs and crops or yanking on the bit, etc, etc) is not an option in the vaquero tradition…so i’d step off and lead my horse into the creek…gently, very gently, step by step, murmuring to them, quietly singing to them. soothing voice, encouraging them…
first one hoof, then another, then suddenly they back up again, then over and over until the horse was comfortable enough, & sometimes just barely, to have all 4 hooves in the water…and sometimes i stayed in the creek and led them all the way across (not fun–the water was freezing cold snow pack run-off), sometimes they’d calm down enough to accept a rider once in the creek or river for a bit…
and once or twice a panicked, too eager and frightened young horse rushed into the water (usually if their mom/herdmate went first) and slipped, fell, and broke their leg; they had to be put down on the spot…so there are real dangers if you can’t find your footing, or try and rush through the fear…
with young horses it was always a process, with some “taking” to stepping into the river fairly quickly and calmly, and others needing to be walked all the way across,”emotionally” held together by the cowboy/cowgirl…
all the ranch horses, over time, were able to be ridden into muddy, murky ponds and lakes and swim…the last stage of trust in themselves and in us…
this is a good analogy, Silvermoon, for us as well…we all have our own temperments and psychological barriers to work through what we can and can’t accept (what does and doesn’t overwhelm us) and how fast we process our fears and work through our traumas. and again, how we’re all different
when confronted with that which scares us.
i tend to want to be a “creek-jumper” at times, just get it over with and hope for the best, but learn very little…and repeat this pattern over and over.
sometimes i’m overwhelmed and frozen and need the gentle encouragement, the patient hand-holding and soft voices of encouragement….(which are here on LF in abundance–thank god)
and sometimes i’m the back and forth panicked person who doesn’t know what to do, full of anxiety, not focused and feel vulnerable as hell…wanting/not wanting to go through the pain. or i’m the runner, trying to put as much distance as possible between me and the fear/pain…
but in the end, the only way out is through…just as the horses *had* to get across the water, whether walking through it or jumping it or a combination…we have to walk into that pain ourselves, step by step. and jumping across by using sheer will power, or pure adrenaline, accomplishes little.
i own a young mare now who’s a creek jumper…just bolts across out of pure fear, and who’d rush the creek before i had time to dismount and walk her through…so we’re working on that…i dismount long before we reach the creek and lead her through, even though she’s scared and wants to get across as fast as possible…and at 1,300 lbs, it’s hard to hold her back ; )
little by little she’s beginning to slow down, watch her footing, focus, and i can see the fear slowly leaving her, watch her head lower, her muscles relax a little more each time…
just as i have, over many, many years of living with a sadistic P father, learned there are no short-cuts, and am recovering from a P ex-husband as well–so am very traumatized and slowly working through it and learning to trust.
in my experience, people who work with animals are usually good at working with people/ helping people as well…especially when they are farther along in their own healing and can look back and extend a hand. which kinda fits with LF and the help we can get here…
am sure i could carry this horse/people analogy even farther, but enough! and agree–we can learn a lot from both our equine teachers and our old cowboys.
thanks Silvermoon—putting this into horse language, my native tounge, helped me understand myself and my recovery process better…
Cowgirls do cry!
Geminigirl:
I love leonard cohen~~last i heard he’s living as a monk & still composing and performing…thanks for reminding me of “Anthem.”
xx CAmom
Zen,
I am sorry for your losses.
Human compainionship IS a basic need.
Thanks for helping put it into perspective. Perspective is huge, I know that. At least, i do like the men I know, and I treasure their friendship. No one can get close to me in any other way for the time being. And I have forever (for NOW forever) changed the need in me to HAVE to have a partner. For now, I will be lonely. Soon I will be STRONGER and less needy.
Yes, Silvermoon we are going through this together. I am hoping for some sort of redemption or Karma for them and for us. He had the world on a silver platter. I think I put a monkey wrench in his plans though, and I am sure I am seen as the “crazy ex.” I am pretty sure he is pretty upset with me, for putting a twist on things, but he “carries on”. I hunted him down, he was trying to dissappear. He is dissappeared now, but at first I found him pretty easily…stupid @.......$$. Credit card, phones, fed X, everyone was helping me. So I have NC now. But I did at first via email and he called a couple times. I am sure he has great “evidence” in the emails that I “am the crazy one”. Unfortunately I couldn’t help, if on the offchance he was getting the emails, I needed to tell him off for the past 3 years of what he had done to me. OOPS! I really didn’t know that I shouldn’t do that. I know now I was feeding in to him. And I did take away some of his control and integrity, by contacting someone.
The good times were just that. Giddy and blissful. Hopeful and full of dreams.
My friends liked him, if only for my happiness, but were quick to jump on the evil bandwagon with me. The young men and older men I know( and women) want to get a posse up and go meet up with him in a dark alley. And of course, I have had ” hit man” offers from my supporters. I didn’t take them up on it due to I would be found out. My motivation factor is pretty high. Do not get me wrong, I would not profit monetarily from his death. He would from mine! He just needs to be truly groveling somewhere as far as I am concerned. No…I could not do him in, and I am sure for the most part it was all talk and support for me, that I was getting these offers. There. Don’t anyone worry. I don’t know those kind of people, but, people were quick to bring it up. So, maybe I DO know those kind of people. I only heard of the offers second hand after the word had spread that he was gone.
The first to offer was my nephew. My nephew who is like a brother was always the most wary of him, from the moment they met. And he asked questions of this man who liked to give vague answers and change the subject. And boy did my soon to be xS not like him!
I am pretty sure he is a sociopath. My diagnosis of him. My xS could not stand that men were my friends. He would tell me I was naive and that men THINK differently than women. Well, I agree they do, but on the other hand, these men were my friends and family long before I met mr Soc p. He isolated me from most everyone using control. If I did something with a friend, i would pay for it when I got home. He would be angry, accuse them of talking about him to me. He made me talk on speaker phone to my sisters, who were kind of “on to him.” But I was so in his bond.
CAmom – ¡la vaquera comienza a hablar!
I located a priest.
Tonight i start using the fitness center membership!
Onestep;
Yes! I spoke! Easier to do in horse language/vaquera-speak (or spanish–there are studies about how people in therapy using a learned language, not their native tongue, do in their therapy—I’ve always had an easier time talking about my dad or ex in spanish–doesn’t have that same deeply traumatic impact—sorta like how i use horrible slang/swear words i can’t say in english! like, uh, cago en tus muertos 🙂
Good on the priest…and very good too on the fitness center. Andale chica~~you’re on your way!
xxx CAmom
Hello Blueskies! love your name,
I am up and I am down. For the most part though…
Yes I am in a good place. I am rid of him! And the shenanigans! Might actually get divorced next week, as I talked to my lawyer this AM.
Thank God for my dog, she is a major cuddler! Her poor golden retreiver boyfriend got all beat up yesterday…poor thing! I got the bad pictures just now.He wouldn’t hurt a fly.If dogs were men…
Thank goodness for LF and all the good information. I have been reading articles and stories, and still have way more to go. The wonderful array of nonjudgemental support here is just well kind of overwhelming. It is absolutely amazing and fresh and sooooo helpful. I have never seen so many helpful meaningful words, than on these LF pages. What talented articulate people.
I love the song, Silvermoon. And believe me for the last week I have been singing that song “here comes the sun” whenever I seem to be rambling around the house and singing is therapeutic for me.
CAmom, what a story, experience , and great analogy all in one. How beautiful. You really took us there. You guys are awesome!!! I got a huge spiritual feeling or awakening of sorts while reading your words. We do all need gentle encouragement and handholding at times, and we need to give it too.
Bless You!
Atichoo!
CAmom,
The vaquero traditions of horsemanship are awesome. I loved reading your stories.
I have studied under many traditions and all of the ones that work are based on bonding and trust, patience and clear communications. That’s a lesson, huh?
My guy was a good horseman. Really good. He integrated a lot of the lessons of that tradition into what he did and said.
Made him believeable.
My male friends take the position that he wasn’t worthy of being trusted with a nailclipper!
But women are not horses. While people may learn from their four footed partners, we have to understand that we are predators by nature and these represent the keenest hunters in our specie.
For him, it was about the hunt, not the capture and he would go on hunting and looking for conquest after conquest as though that alone could fulfill. He certainly found willing partners and its my observation that they were as eager to be found as he was to take advantage.
Some girls give women a bad name.
Some men don’t think alike and that isn’t ALL there is.
I fell hard for the cowboy part. It just wasn’t real although he may have had some experience with horses. That seemed to be clear.
The whole thing is confusing until I give up the fight to cross the river – slowly, trusting encouragement and support.
Its about learning neither to fight nor to bargain but to wade into the waters of greiving and letting go so that we CAN cross over and go on with life.
The horses are right about one thing here for sure, the grass will be greener on the other side!
Vio con Dios Senora!
Silvermoon,
Yes, that is a lesson: “bonding and trust, patience and clear communications.”
I think that as humans we are both predators and prey…with women more often than not the prey.
My ex was a serial predator also, a serial hunter. He over-valued me in the beginning, then switched to criticizing and expressing disgust with everything he “liked/loved” about me later.
I have a great deal of respect for “real” cowboys and horsepersons…and can tell a lot about a person by how they treat their horses or any animal…
My cousin’s husband was a good rider and roper. When my uncle saw him kick a horse in the stomach after saddling her (the bloat thing) he was banned forever from the ranch. And he turned out to be a lying, womanizing manipulative jerk.
Wish the horse had kicked him where it would hurt the most 🙂
My ex told me, years into the marriage, that when he was studying for his doctorate in clinical psychology (talk about an arsenal of knowledge to manipulate women with) he got into strict behaviorism…he said he had a little kitten, and would step on it if it got underfoot.
He said he stepped on the kitten once with boots on and killed it. He blamed the kitten for that…as well as his professors.
I didn’t have a horse during the marriage, and he knew nothing about them…but have a horrible idea of what he would have done if there had been a horse or any animal around…even a f’en goldfish wouldn’t have stood a chance!
Why is it horses do think the grass is always greener on the other side anyway? Optimists!
Gracias, silver!