By Joyce Alexander, RNP (retired)
Many times our friends, in an effort to be helpful, but not actually understanding what we have been through in a “break up” with a psychopath, may tell us, “It’s time you move on with your life, and start dating again,” or words to that effect.
Any time you lose something important in your life, you suffer what is known as “grief.” It doesn’t matter if that something is a break up of a relationship, a job, a death of someone you love, or you lose the Miss America Pageant when you expected to win. Anything that was important and is lost causes grief.
Dr. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, MD, an internationally known psychiatrist, studied grief in the terminally ill and wrote a book called On Death and Dying. It is a classic text for nurses, physicians and others who work with patients who are terminally ill.
You may ask why the grief she studied in the dying is the same grief we experience in other instances. Grief is grief, and one of the important aspects in dealing with grief is time.
Importance of time
I have learned about time that there are some things you just cannot rush. You cannot get a baby in one month by getting nine women pregnant. Healing from a significant loss is one of those things that cannot be rushed.
One of the things that seems to be consistent in failed relationships, especially with psychopaths, is the intense trauma experienced by those who have been abused by this class of individuals. It doesn’t matter if the relationship is with a psychopathic parent, psychopathic child, or psychopathic lover, the damage is intense. The grief afterwards is equally intense, and takes time to resolve.
Stages of grief
According to Dr. Kubler-Ross’s research, grief can be divided into several stages. Denial is the first stage. This is where the acceptance of the problem, the loss, is denied, because it is just too huge to comprehend “in one bite.” We tend to think, “No, no, this cannot be the truth; there must be some other explanation.” Denial, short term, is protective. It keeps us from having to acknowledge something that is too horrible to comprehend all at once.
“Sadness,” which is pretty self-explanatory, is another stage. As well as “bargaining,” or trying to figure out a way to “fix” the situation so it doesn’t have to be permanent. “Anger” is another normal part of the grief process. Any time we have been injured, we will feel a normal anger. The final stage in healthy grief leads to “acceptance” in which the grieving person comes to accept the reality of the situation and moves on with their lives.
Unfortunately, the grief process leading to acceptance does not proceed in a straight line from denial to acceptance. It vacillates back and forth, from denial to anger to sadness to bargaining to acceptance and back again, seemingly at random.
The death of a spouse, as an example, may take from 18 months to three or four years to adequately be resolved, in even a healthy grief resolution. Trying to “move on” from a huge loss too soon leaves us vulnerable to making poor decisions. Many people who have suffered emotional and other traumas from the psychopathic experience may try to ”move on” too soon and become vulnerable to getting into a relationship wit another psychopath.
I thought I was rescued
After my husband’s sudden death in an aircraft crash, I was totally devastated by his loss, especially in such a dramatic fashion. I felt alone, lonely, old and unlovable, and I was perfect fodder for the first psychopath who came along looking for his next “respectable wife” to cheat on. He love bombed me, and I thought I had been rescued from my sadness and my loneliness.
I was fortunate that I got out of the relationship before I married him, because I caught him cheating even before the marriage. I kicked him to the curb, but it broke my heart to do so. I ended up wounded again when I had little in the way of resources.
Not long after that trauma, my son decided to have me killed. I was again devastated by the realization that my son was truly a psychopath. I had denied it for decades, but was forced to finally face my emotional trauma.
Not completely healing from the trauma of my son killing Jessica Witt in 1992, I had failed to appropriately resolve my grief over that loss ”¦ the loss of the son I idolized. He wasn’t physically dead, but he was “dead” as far as a relationship was concerned, and I had difficulty admitting to that truth.
Adequate time
Time alone won’t heal us; I wish it would. But not giving enough time, and work, to grieving does not allow us to come to acceptance of our loss, and leaves us vulnerable to the next psychopathic trauma.
Be kind to yourself and give yourself adequate time to work on the emotional devastation you have experienced. But not only time, give yourself the gift of working on your grief issues. It is work, too. It is hard labor, harder than digging the Panama Canal with a teaspoon. There will be days, weeks, maybe months, when you will feel like you are not making any progress. Times when you feel like your pain will never end.
Given time and work, though, it will end, and you can come to acceptance of the losses you have suffered. You can then “move on” in a healthy way. God bless.
strongawoman – deepest condolences on the loss of your father. My father, too, was the healthy parent in contrast with the spath mother. Whenever I need to imagine “normal,” I think of him. He passed away 25 years ago, but I still feel him in my heart. I hope your memories will sustain you. Peace.
OpalRose, how sweet of you. Thank you. What a wonderful place LF is.
Strongawoman,
You are very fortunate to have had that kind of nurturing father, many people here didn’t…I was fortunate that I had my step father to fill that role and he was always there…I didn’t really appreciate just how much he did for me until the last 18 months of his life when I was privileged to be his confidant and to take care of him. They were some of the most special times we had…I TREASURE those times, and I hope that you will TREASURE that last time you had with your father too, it is VERY SPECIAL. By the time it came time for my daddy to “go” he was ready and we were ready for him to go. We had made peace with his leaving and he had made peace with his leaving. The memories I have I TREASURE, so we are both fortunate. Your dad is with you as long as you have those memories.
Oxy,
My Dad was a victim of circumstances. Evacuated during World War 2, he always maintained he couldn’t show love in a demonstrative way. His demons of a loveless childhood separated from his parents at such a young and formative age moulded him into a stern, strict disciplinarian. But he loved his family. That I am sure of and I am fortunate to know he loved me. I am so glad I was able to tell him I loved him. Albeit by text. It was the first time in my life I had ever uttered those immortal words to him. And him to me. Thank you so very much. Your words, as ever, are wise and greatfully appreciated. Bless you.
Strongawoman, war takes a toll not only on those that fight but on their children and the children’s children. I AM so glad that you had the chance to make your peace with your father. Getting that chance to say that final goodbye and those final “i love you’s” is important and I am fortunate that I have had the chance with all those I have loved that have passed away. Learning at an early age that life is not permanent has good a good experience over all and as a nurse I believe that sometimes there is a time when medicine must step aside and allow a death with dignity and grace.
Since I am a believer in an afterlife, I do not fear the “beyond.” Getting old and decrepit isn’t fun, and there comes a point when we are ready to go.
A part of a poem I remember (don’t know the source)
Fiirst our pleasures die
Then our hopes, and then our fears,
When these are done,
The debt is due. Dust claims dust and we die too.
I think that sums up old age, our pleasures of youth are no longer appealing, then we get to a point where we have little hope for improvements in health and wealth, and then we lose our fear of it…and then we are ready to let go of this life happily. Without regret except for leaving those behind that we love. It sounds to me as if your dad had reached the point he was ready to go. For that too you can be grateful. (((hugs))) and God bless.
Oxy,
It’s Shelley. Perfect. My Dad would most definitely appreciate your quote.
Thanks for telling me who wrote it, it is one of my favorite quotes. I wrote it down when I was about 15…but I really didn’t know the meaning of it…I do now. I’m glad your dad would have appreciated it.
Strongawoman, I’m so sorry to read of your tremendous loss. As OxD said, losing a nurturing parent leaves a huge void that can never be filled, even with our Selves. It’s been almost 15 years since I lost my father and 10 since I lost my mother – I miss them both, daily. May your grief ease for you, dear one.
Skylar, my feeling is that we are a culture that is no longer in touch with our own mortality. People are born, and people pass away, and I am grateful that Kubler-Ross was a part of my education, early on, because I was able to process all of those phases and recognize them as “normal” responses to loss. It’s really weird because many friends and family have sought me out during their times of loss, and I don’t really LIKE it because it touches me too deeply (even still) to share another person’s grief. But, in those events, I try to remember what I learned and just let these folks grieve the way that they need to.
I had always been a hyper-emotional kid – I always felt emotions that went WAY beyond what I would consider appropriate or even normal. Seriously. I would weep at the end of every “Lassie” episode because I thought she was going to leave and never come back. I would weep over a baby bird falling out of its nest. I always “felt” grief and I was unaware that grief was what I was constantly experiencing and I have NO IDEA why this was.
It’s okay to grieve, Skylar. It’s okay to feel that loss in the depths of our gut because it’s a REAL loss, whether it’s the loss of a beloved parent, the loss of a spring lamb, or the loss of an addiction. These are “real” connections that we have and even if I quit smoking, I rely upon tobacco and am addicted to it, so I’ll have to grieve over THAT when I finally make the decision to quit! Yeah, it sounds absurd, but it’s true.
HUGS and brightest blessings
Someone said something today that I really have to post on this thread because it sort of touches on my personal grieving process over the time that I wasted with the exspath. The gist was that we only have RIGHT NOW, and waiting, wondering, cogitating, and ruminating about what we WANT to accomplish is never going to amount to anything but a bunch of wasted yesterdays.
It’s not about waiting until Venus aligns in Mars and the moon is full on the first Tuesday in February before I “DO SOMETHING” that I want to do – like take control of my health and recovery, learn to knit, sing in a choir again, play my guitar again, paint, laugh, cry, and love without condition. It’s about doing something meaningful TODAY because tomorrow may not come.
At any rate, it was a very profound thing that this woman said, and I’m going to have to find out the exact words that she used, because it was a validation that it’s OKAY for me to love myself, do for myself, and grant myself permission to finally farking live FOR myself.
Brightest blessings
Many years ago I had a dear friend who was going through a divorce from a man who had cheated on her for 20 plus years. She told me that experiencing a divorce was worse than death. She said, at least with death, it is final and you have closure and can’t avoid moving on.
I would never wish death on my X but I do think getting over his death would be easier to get over than this. How wrong is it to feel this way? 🙁
Strongawoman,
So very sorry for your loss, especially near the holidays. My dad has been gone 20 years and I miss him.