We tend to speak of sociopaths versus non-sociopaths in pretty much either-or terms, despite recognizing that we fall along a spectrum of behaviors and attitudes that range from extremely unself-centered (even to self-sabotaging levels, reflecting poor self-esteem and weak self-protective defenses); to levels we would describe as dangerously exploitive (moving into the range of full-blown sociopathic personality, characterized by a troubling indifference to, and disregard of, others as separate human beings whose dignity deserves to be respected).
At bottom, as I have elsewhere written and stressed, the sociopath is a remorseless, chronic boundary violator; his regard for others’ dignity is minimal and shallow, if not missing. The function of his violating behaviors is to acquire something he wants with little, certainly no deep, regard for the damage he inflicts on others in his taking of it.
The sociopath knows that his behavior is “wrong” according to law and conventional standards of decency and, unless intellectually impaired, he knows “why” it is wrong from the same code of laws and standards.
He may be able to say, for instance, “It was wrong, or I know why it’s considered wrong, to have robbed that individual,” but he will rob him anyway, because he wanted the money and credit cards, and what he “wants” supersedes all codes of respect toward others.
Thus the damage he inflicts on others in taking what he wants is, at most, a secondary, non-ethical based consideration.
Just as importantly, if not more importantly, the sociopath’s understanding (intellectually) of the suffering he’s caused will leave him, unlike the non-sociopathic person, peculiarly (and tellingly) untroubled.
The sociopath, I can’t stress enough, is concerned with his gain, not others’ pain.
Now let me return to the point of this article. There are individuals with whom I work, not infrequently, whom I’d describe as, in some sense, “fall between the crack” personalities. These individuals have sociopathic tendencies. They are almost always chronically abusive one way or another.
Although they may not precisely meet every criterion of the textbook sociopath, still they exhibit, often (and historically) enough, the kinds of sociopathic abuses (and rationalizations of their abuses) that make them sociopathic enough to be avoided as assiduously as the full-blown sociopath.
Interestingly, these individuals can pose worse dangers than pure, unequivocal sociopaths for the very reason that it’s possible to find features of their personality that do not conform exactly to the textbook sociopath’s, leaving one dangerously more optimistic that her partner may be capable of the change and personal growth worth the wait, and suffering.
However, much more often than not, these individuals will lack this capability just as much as the clearcut sociopath lacks it. Yet their partners can find this especially hard to accept—that is, the virtual certainty that their sociopathically-inclined partner is as unlikely to make the kinds of critical reforms as the clearcut sociopath—because, in some respects, these “partial” sociopaths evidence certain capacities of sensitivity that encourage a seductive (but ultimately misguided) basis of hope?
Of whom am I speaking? I am speaking, for instance, of the individual willing to come to therapy. But you are much more likely to see this individual in a couples therapy situation than individual therapy (voluntarily). This is because in couples therapy he can more easily, craftily disavow his responsibility for the abuse he perpetrates than in individual therapy.
When you seek individual therapy, voluntarily, you are basically conceding that you are coming with some of your own issues to address that can’t so easily, entirely be pawned off on your partner. Certainly it’s possible for an individual to present himself in individual therapy, even voluntarily, on a purely manipulative basis, but this individual usually won’t stay in the therapy for more than several sessions and, moreover, he will quickly reveal signs of his flaky, dubious investment in the process.
So it’s quite rare to find a significantly sociopathically-impaired individual seeking individual therapy, sincerely, on his own. But I repeat: it’s quite common to meet these individuals in couples therapy, where they may also enjoy, on some level, the tension of the dynamic in the room—the challenge, in a sense, to compete for the vindication of their image and comparative innocence; to persuade the therapist of their partners’ craziness, or histrionics.
In short, the couples therapy environment can satisfy the sociopath’s tendency to gamesmanship, competition and manipulation. He can verbally flaunt his quickness, glibness, logic, gaslighting tendencies and, if he has them, his impressive analytic and persuasive powers; he can rise to the challenge of convincing the therapist who the really “whacked” party in the relationship is?
But let us not lose the thread of the article. We are speaking here not necessarily of the full-blown sociopath but the “partial” sociopath. And this, again, can complicate and, in some respects, worsen matters!
For the reason that, because he may not be a full-blown sociopath, he may be involved in the therapy with a “sort of—”perhaps a “partly genuine” wish—to salvage the relationship, and not necessarily for entirely selfish, manipulative reasons.
And so this can be especially confusing to his partner, if not the therapist. Who is this man? If he is showing up regularly for couples sessions, seems on some levels to love his partner, is capable of producing, seemingly, some sincere insights and some accountability for his destructive behaviors (at least in the sessions), doesn’t this suggest a candidate for some real, substantive change, if not transformation?
But the answer most often is, NO. To repeat, the individual of whom I speak is almost always, in the final analysis, no more capable of changing than the textbook sociopath, only his more human side creates the teasing prospect that he can, indeed, produce this change, when he won’t, and can’t.
Why? Why can’t he? Why won’t he?
Because he has too much of the sociopath in him. What is too much? This is hard to quantify. At what point along the spectrum is he too far gone to make meaningful, worthwhile, reliable changes, even though he may retain some genuinely humane qualities?
For the answer to this question, tune in to my next article.
(This article is copyrighted (c) 2011 by Steve Becker, LCSW. My use of male gender pronouns is for convenience’s sake and not to suggest that females aren’t capable of the behaviors and attitudes discussed.)
Stargazer:
Good luck in your move! You will be in my thoughts. Keep us posted.
romanticfool no more says:
Thank you for your post. It was an eye opener.
This post reminds me of every guy I’ve been with., Most recently it reminds me of the court I had with Jim. A very old, worn out, tired story. Yet, a story that pisses me off every time I am reminded of it.
The everlasting emotional scars of domestic abuse.
Most of my days are good. The only times I get wrapped up in it are rainy days like today. Winter will be a bitch if I don’t find a new outlet.
Jeannie, well get up off yer duff and find some kind of new outlet that is satisfying and creative! I’ve been where you are and it sucks to just not have any interest in anything. Even now, I am pushing my limits to get out and get involved more with people and not be so much of a hermit, and to do things that I used to find very interesting and I’m actually enjoying myself again.
Son D is gone for the summer and I usually really miss him, but this summer I am so interested in my gardening, reading and so on that I actually haven’t missed him much at all.
Ox Drover, I did do a little gardening today, even in the rain. I got the idea of putting that pretty ground cover in a clay pot and planting the pot in the ground. I have noticed that that ground cover thrives in a container and then it jumps out of the pot to surround it. It does beautifully this way. This ground cover is some version of Snow on the Mountain. It is just a lighter and brighter green color with white border.
On the Ups and Downs of Life……..
If ever I complain about my office job again, someone PLEASE hit me with a skillet. Yesterday my boss (who is also a good friend) took me and another officemate out to lunch at one of her little artsy restaurants – on the clock. We wanted to have wine but didn’t want to go back to work with a buzz. So she said that we didn’t have to go back to work! She paid us for a whole day’s work anyway. We had some wine and then went shopping with her for a firepit for her backyard. I can’t get over what a great great boss she is. She told us we deserved it because we work so hard (if only she knew….) So I basically got paid for an 8-hour day but only worked about 2 hours. (the UP)
I found out I was getting an officemate after having my own office for 3 years, and sprawling all my crap across the other empty desk. I was pretty bummed about it. (The DOWN)
Then I met her, and she is the nicest person. I’m actually excited about having her move in. And our schedules are pretty opposite anyway. (the UP)
I also got 6 free sessions with a counselor (through the EAP program) who normally charges $100 an hour. She will try to work with me on a sliding scale when the 6 sessions are done. Her approach is more cognitive and traditional, but I believe she knows what she is doing and I will let her help me. I was feeling pretty good after the session last night. I told her the story about the pothead neighbor. She explained to me how pot affects the brain. It really explained a lot of his behaviors and helped me not take them so personally. (Another UP)
Got triggered by the neighbor boy again this morning as I walked by his patio and he ignored me. I was ready to just break the ice and say hi, but he very deliberate didn’t look up. Asshole. Felt triggered all day, and still do. Is there any reason he can’t even say hello to a neighbor? Jeez, I speak to all my neighbors. (Major DOWN)
Then after work tonight I started the Spanish 6 class, which is a block away from my prospective new apartment. There were only two other people in the class, and we knew each other from the last class. The synergy in the class is fantastic, and we’re really learning a lot. And the teacher is fantastic. She is very passionate about teaching, and I think we are her favorite students. (An UP)
Just venting tonight. I don’t need any advice. I hope everyone else is doing well.
Dear STAR!!!! TOWANDA FOR YOU DARLING! It sounds like you are doing great!!!!!! I am so happy for you! Not gonna give you any advice just a big TOWANDA and a (((((hug))))) and tell you how glad I am that you are seeing the counselor and I hope and believe that will help you a great deal! Good for you!!!!!
Jeannie, good for you, too. I’m sitting here doing laundry which I will hang out side in the morning on the clothes line to dry—just my shorts and tees. With hot weather I have two complete changes of clothes every day when I do my “Neked tick checks” twice a day to make sure I don’t have any of the little critters set down on me. After the two summers of the Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever from a tick bite, I don’t take any chances….I spray myself with off-type stuff before I go outside and check myself at night before I take a bath and then again in the morning in case the dog has brought a tick in on his fur that might have gotten on me (that’s happened a time or two) I love hanging clothes out and smelling them when I bring them inside again.
It’s funny how just SIMPLE little things are starting to be so satisfying because I have the peace and calm and contentment to NOTICE THEM….the colors of the flowers in my wild flower garden and how they change with the seasons with some flowering and then dying and others coming out to take their place….
I took a few minutes today and went down the road to visit the old man who has the crack ho moved in on him. She was sitting in his living room with a whiskey bottle in her hand, passed out cold as a mackerel even though he and I were standing there talking. Can’t rescue him, not trying, but just sort of keeping an eye on him for his daughter. I’ll give her a call and let her know how he is. He will be 83 next week, and doing pretty good I guess for his age physically.
Well, timem for me to hit the bed, getting sleepy. G’;nite!
Oh Oxy…..your description of that simple pleasure in life was just so sweet and calming….I used to love to hang out clothes…it’ one of those little things that seems to be lost. I am in a place where I am dreaming of cherishing the small things….of just being free to be who I am….it’s like being surrounded by all the spaths has stollen so much from me….it’s like something is rising up in me….I am not sure what my future is going to be…I love my husband desparately but I told him I am choosing not to be around her anymore…(she is up to her tricks again) and boy, am I being punished for that one !!! He is being the ice man….he will never see her for what she is even as I’ve given him firm proof. So we are NOT in a good place right now and I have no idea what my future holds. I am just trusting God, and letting the chips fall where they may….at some point the truth just has to win….That was sweet to check on the neighbor….I am getting better about not trying to rescue people …that has bitten me in the butt more times than I care to say…..hugs…
I hang my sheet’s, towels, and jeans out on the line. I love the smell of the clean sheets on the bed, my jeans never need ironed.. Sometimes I feel like such an oddball.. I am pretty content out here alone in the woods, most of the time. I love my little farmette. I am dragging water hoses around keeping things alive. I talk to my wieners, they talk back. I fix my dinner, eat alone, thats ok. I have a full tank of gas and icecream in the freezer. Dont need another mirror to tell me I have a good life.