One thing that’s certain about sociopaths and exploitive personalities generally: when it comes to relationships, they are the worst historians.
They are chronic historical revisionists—that is, they are constantly revising history.
And their revisions are headed in predictable directions—to make them look good, unguilty, unresponsible for the damage they’ve caused and, of course, whenever possible, to position themselves as the true victims of the circumstances.
And that’s, of course, when history interests them. And history will interest them, but only when they can use it against you. If it suits their need, say, to punish you for a decision you made in the past, even before you met them, abusers may use this knowledge of your history as a weapon of attack or control in perpetuity.
The issue on which they fixate, for instance, may pertain to a sexual relationship that predated your knowing them; they may have coaxed, if not coerced, this information from you, perhaps in the honeymoon phase of your relationship, on the pretext of their wanting to know, preciously, everything about you.
They will not have hinted at their truer, underlying motive: to stumble upon eternally damning evidence of your corruption for future, endless punitive purposes.
On the other hand, when history obstructs, rather than enables, the exploiter’s self-centered agenda, then surprise surprise, he will have no use for, or interest in, it whatsoever.
History (accurate history, that is) will instead loom as a great annoyance to be ignored, if not aggressively suppressed. In such cases, the exploiter is likely to frame your interest in the history of his exploitation of you as off-limits.
How ironic—suddenly the self-centered, chronic boundary violator invokes the sanctitude of his boundaries, fingering you as lacking respect for his space. This would be funny, if it wasn’t so not-funny.
The problem of the exploiter’s manipulation or censorship of relationship history is grave inasmuch as healthy relationships depend on partners processing their history together with integrity; and also with the aim of deepening their intimate connection through joint efforts to understand, and make mutual meaning, of their shared history.
When this process is corrupted, there is no chance for a healthy relationship.
The exploiter, by virtue of his underlying disdain of your integrity, boundaries and individuality, makes this vital collaborative process impossible. This is not a process he will ever feel motivated to engage; and it’s a process, in any case, that will overwhelm his deficient capacity for true intimacy.
(My use of “he” in this post was for convenience’s sake. This article is
copyrighted (c) 2009 by Steve Becker, LCSW.)
Rosa:
After S’s stunts in Greece last year I find myself having to fight down the urge to send him either (a) a postcard saying “Having a fabulous trip — the exact opposite of our trip” or (b) a copy of the kaftan he stole my from my neighbor’s villa — on my birthday, no less or (c) the cheesey ring he gave me, which I subsequently learned that he had stolen from his ex.
As for the silver bracelets, I suspect that S is reaching for that brass ring as we speak.
ErinB:
Speaking of Kostas, a few years back I was in Greece when they had the Mr Gay Greece contest. The finalists were 11 guys named Kostas and 1 named Adonis. You can already see how that ended up. Anyhow, they are announcing the runnerups. 12th runnerup Kostas gets a trip for 2 to Santorini, 11th runnerup Kostas gets a trip for 2 to Athens, etc. down the line.
Finally they announced the winner — Adonis. Adonis gets a trip for one around the world. My friend says to me “I don’t get it. How come he only gets a trip for one around the world?” My reply? “Take a look at him, you idiot. Obviously the contest sponsor has the other ticket.”
Matt:
I was wishing I was your traveling companion at the first mention of the beach, waves and drinks… kinda like “you had me at hello” LOL! But yep Kostas the cabana boy would seal the deal.;) Funny I just told Henry earlier this week if he hit the lottery I’d be happy to accompany him to a warm sunny place… just as with Oxy, thanks for letting us live vicariously thru you! Please know that as you toast your LF friends, it is us who wish we could be there to toast you for all the savvy legal advice you so willingly share here and for all the happiness you have in your life that inspires the rest of us! And, last but not least, even though I have no mental picture of your ex S I was LMAO at the thought of you sending him a post card… hilarious!
Erin B:
from the other thread re: your house: Fabulous news!!! I’m very happy for you that the mort. co. is working with you and you won’t lose your house. Glad you’re getting your piece of the good news pie that seems to making the rounds here at LF… hopefully there’ll be more for the taking! Good luck at court, too… it’s not like you need luck though when you have Erin B perseverance & tenacity! 🙂
Bon Voyage, Matt. We’ll miss you.
Dear Matt,
Holpe your trip is wonderful! Hey, guy, I have a new “beau” (if you can call 3 dates–including tomorrow night’s date) a “beau.”
He’s met both my kids, and today son D said “You know, he reminds me of (my late husband) in a lot of ways, but quieter.”
You know, I think he does in ways, personality, but not in looks. Actually he is quite a nice looking man for 67 and smart and seems to be caring and kind, so who knows. what will happen? So far my expectations are low and I am taking things pretty slow–he’s from Ark. and his father and brother have lived in this community for 30+ years about 3 miles from me, and I have known the family casually. Of course, I knew my X-BF-P casually for 10 years before I dated him and he still turned out to be a psychopath. But from now on people EARN TRUST with me–they dont’ have it dispensed to them for free any more.
It just proves though, guys and gals, if a LAWYER and a MOUTHY OLD LADY with a Fat Ass can get a nice date you younger and better looking things are going to find the true love of your lives eventually! I haven’t had anyone with all their teeth and not cross-eyed even ASK me out on a date in nearly 4 years! Besides, what are the chances of someone my age who is smart, a pilot, nicely retired, and from around here finding me on the back side of NO WHERE!@.......? LOL Oh, and he has a motor sail boat in Florida and a home in Georgia as well, and spends part of the year up here with his family, so I won’t have to support him if he turns out to be a keeper. You know, Matt, that is a plus–what was it you used to say about how DID you put it?
The “-TIONS”
habita-tion
occupa-tion,
educa-tion,
transpor-tation.
I think that was it.
Matt I am glad you have found someone nice to be with, and hope your trip is wonderful. Making wonderful memories for a life time. You have come a long way, Matt, and I am happy for you. Let us know when you get back!!! (((hugs)))) Oxy
Matt:
I hope you are revealed to your “ADONIS” on this trip……
Cheers to you both and our Lf friends who won’t be physically with you…..but in ‘spirit’ checking out the Kostas along with you!
I have a mental pic of him…..mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!
Stay safe and happy!
Hecates:
Thanks for your thoughts…..
Ya know….your right about the luck comment……but really, it’s all about right is right and wrong is wrong……
Your a doll!
XXOO
I can’t agree more that psychopaths are great at revising history/the truth. Mine sweet talked me, stared at me, flirted, and revealed her body parts nonstop for about a year and half until I was convinced that she liked me more than a little. When I gave in to my feelings I was having for her, then she acted like I was a perp having one of our mutual friends turn me in for sexual harassment. Reading your stories I see many have had similar, but different experiences. I have an example from a movie that might explain this type of behavior. It is from Cheech and Chong’s Next Movie with Pee Wee Herman. Not a direct quote- I’m sorry I took the money, I’m sorry I took the money, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. A couple of minutes later on the way out- I’m not sorry hahahaha. In real life it sounds like this- I love you. I love you. I love you. I don’t love you hahahaha
Or in some cases- I hate you and want to kill you haha.
my P said he had fought in the Vietnam war…even went to the memorial in Washington DC…people were giving him flags, so he could display/show his allegience…he would just toss them in the corner…more lies. his allegience is to himself…who is/was this guy?
Talk about revisionist history….
Here’s a quote from the AP story about the guy that kidnapped Jaycee when she was 11.
“Garrido gave a rambling, sometimes incoherent phone interview to KCRA-TV from the El Dorado County jail Thursday in which he said he had not admitted to a kidnapping and that he had turned his life around since the birth of his first daughter 15 years ago.
“I tell you here’s the story of what took place at this house, and you’re going to be absolutely impressed. It’s a disgusting thing that took place from the end to the beginning. But I turned my life completely around,” he said.”
We’re going to be impressed!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is that pathological self-assured attitude that Steve has also written about. I find my words inadequate to react to this whole thing!
The article also states that Jaycee bonded with him and feels guilt about that.
She was 11! Of course a betrayal bond formed.
It also illustrates my problem of too quickly jumping to “what did I do wrong?” In some cases like this, it is more obvious than in others, that she was truly a victim. But so were all of us, no matter what red flags we ignored, no matter what lapse in ethics we had, etc. etc. etc. WE WERE CONNED, EMOTIONALLY RAPED, ABUSED, ETC. There was a BAD GUY. Hello!!!
And I still think it is mentally healthier to think in terms of learning things to better protect ourselves in the FUTURE, rather than taking owning our contribution for the past.
But I continue to flip flop on that.