By Ox Drover
What’s the most important thing the sociopath took from you? Money? Love? Your home? Your self-esteem? Sex? Or, is it something else, which in my opinion may be even more important than just about anything?
The most important thing I think I lost from every sociopath I ever dealt with was my own confidence in myself to make assessments about people and then, reasonable choices about those people, based on those accurate assessments.
Many former victims have said that they just have trouble “trusting others” again after being totally hoodwinked and ripped off for so many important things in their lives by the sociopath. Is it others that they don’t trust, though, or are they unable to trust themselves to make accurate assessments of others they may meet in the future? I think it isn’t so much others we don’t trust, as it is ourselves we don’t trust to make good judgments of the intentions and sincerity of others.
Dr. Abraham Maslow’s “hierarchy of needs” says that the first thing we are concerned with in our lives is out biological needs for oxygen, water, food and relatively constant body temperature. These are the strongest needs we have, about in that order, because if we don’t have these things not much else matters.
The next need we have, according to Maslow, when the physiological needs are satisfied and are no longer controlling out thoughts and behaviors, is the need for safety and security. We (adults) don’t usually think about “safety” until we feel threatened. Of course after we have been injured by a sociopath, we really don’t feel safe at all. Our world of safety is upside down.
The next highest need of mankind, according to Maslow, is the need for love, affection and belongingness. We seek to overcome feelings of alienation and loneliness by both giving and receiving affection.
If our need for “safety” is not satisfied, it is very difficult for us to seek affection, because we feel threatened.
However, because we had difficulty “seeing” from the looks or behaviors of past encounters with sociopaths that these people were “dangerous” to us, we become “paranoid” of others, especially new others. We want the affection of others, but because we have failed in the past to correctly assess the dangerousness of previous people we felt affection for, we are afraid to get too close to others. It is not so much the others that we don’t trust, as we don’t trust ourselves to make good choices.
Not feeling safe makes it very difficult for us to advance on to the “higher needs” such as affection and connectedness with others when we fear that we may make another poor assessment of another’s sincerity and motives with will lead to more pain and injury.
Rather than working on trying to trust others, I suggest we should work on learning to trust ourselves and our ability to make valid and correct assessments of others. This may seem that it is the same thing, but I actually don’t think it is at all.
How do we learn to trust ourselves again? How do we put our past mistakes in assessment of others we have sought to have mutual affection with behind us?
I think we do it slowly by forming new friendships, first of all, rather than looking for a lifetime mate. We meet new people in our environment, or go out and seek to interact with new people. We keep our distance at first from these new people, and we look at them, watching their behavior, and watching for the red flags of deception in their words and actions.
We educate ourselves on what we believe makes a good friend, and we accept nothing less in those that we allow to become closer friends.
We look at people who are already in our “circle” and assess them by what we know about their past and current behavior. Does this person now, or have they in the past, shown less than stellar respect for us? What are the benefits versus the liabilities of having this person in our lives? Maybe we decide that this person doesn’t fit well within our circle of people we think we can trust and we distance ourselves from them.
Just as a child slowly learns whom they can trust by observation, or just as an animal learns that certain people are liable to hurt them, or that certain people will reward them for approaching, we need to reeducate ourselves slowly and carefully, and learn to trust ourselves. If we trust ourselves, it will be much easier to trust ourselves to keep us safe when we venture into “unknown” territory, because we will know that we will keep ourselves safe by our valid and good observations.
We will also know that caution with others is a good thing to have. We will validate that we respect ourselves and love ourselves enough to keep ourselves safe without depriving ourselves of the opportunity to have the love, affection and connectedness that we, as humans, need and want.
This is fabulous insight. I know all of my life I have wanted to connect but since I was unable to trust my mother and father I was attempting over and over to establish connections with unwell people – what I knew was love hurts.
The N I was last enmeshed with really was in some ways, like with an addiction, my emotional and sanity/functioning bottom – I am actually doing what you write about – watching – using the observer self to see others and the interactions I have with them- it is hard in a way to step back and watch – feels like a loss of authenticity and yet I know now after a bit – and I mean just a bit – of practice that the truth is when I see someone is reliable and honorable and not a liar then the trust and the joy in the friendship is solid.
I have a friend I met in online recovery and we both have discussed how to develop this with each other recently as our friendship hit a bump and we are both committed to it growing and us developing the communication skills to not hurt each other but set healthy boundaries as well – what I learn with her I can take into any future relationships with a man. I am blessed to have found a few women friends through the nightmare of that relationship who I am working out this stuff with and it is reflected in how I am handling my relationships with my family of origin as well…Which is a vast improvement over the past.
Thank you for such a thoughtful piece. Seems lately like the posts speak exactly to my process as it unfolds and I only wish I could put it to words as well when it happens as sometimes it takes reading to see it.
I am making progress and it has been almost three years since the insanity ramped up – and on Dec 21 it will be 2 years since he put bruises on me that lasted 6 weeks. What an odd anniversary it is coming towards me. Sounds crazy to be grateful for it but I am.
He gets out of jail in about a month – he lives 4 blocks from me –
any of you that pray – please pray for me and my children to be safe – that God keeps us in a circle of protection. He is still obsessed with me apparently…
I have really enjoyed the feeling of safety knowing he is not lying in wait. The criminal protective orders will no longer apply as he will have served his time… I have a civil one for 3 yrs that is in force but – that is juts a piece of paper…
By the way – I read about Maslow in a readers digest article when I was about 9 or 10 and I love him – it was my goal in life to be self actualized and when anyone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up that was my answer……….
This is very very very VERY good advice, something I really need to work on. Thank you for taking the time to write this, I enjoy, and learn from, your articles.
I feel like the gift my xP gave me is the same thing he took away. Just like my P-parents did.
I now have the amazing talent of “smelling” narcissism even a million miles away. I can see it in stories, cartoon characters, real people, the news, everywhere there’s a hint, I get it.
My problem isn’t an intellectual one, it’s more emotional. I still have that emotional self-doubt, that trauma of having let myself down.
Just like I never believed my parents attempts to devalue me, I still got devalued, because my emotional side still got slimed by their narcissism.
Oxy,
Thank-you for another wonderful and insightful/informative article.
A friend and I were talking about ‘cleaning out our rolodex’s’ just this morning. She is really sad and lonely about having to cut a few people loose, who are not ‘serving her’, and feels scared she will make more poor choices in regards to new friends. She is just learning that her last two ‘loves’ were PD’d.
I am not too far ‘ahead’ of her in these fears, but I can say, after two years of NC and the full realization of who these people ARE (or what they are), I believe I am coming to trust my own discernment. I am moving more slowly and consciously into relationships. I am staying out of romantic involvements. I am letting myself be my own guide.
But this only happened for me once I found out about personality disorders. The descriptions of them, and the information about abuse survivors/gaslighting/Stockholm Syndrome/PTSD, projection, etc….THAT knowledge was the blast of reality that cleared a path for my own TRUE self-awareness. Before understanding all this my inner voice was so drowned out by ‘other voices’ (the projections of others), that I couldn’t stay connected to it.
I believe the biggest help for me was in knowing what I was dealing with. It explained my grandparents, my mother, several boyfriends and female friends. It explained how and why I had *always* internalized the projections of these folks (childhood conditioning, etc..).
For me it was when I discovered, and ACCEPTED, the truth of their dysfunction I was able to dissect what was really my ‘responsibility’ in the attraction/involvement. I could start ‘quieting’ their critical voices, and lies.
Once off the meat hook of TOTAL accountability I was able to start listening to my own voice again.
Now my inner guide has helps me keep only those who treat me with love, kindness, and respect. All others have been let go.
Love to All, Slim
Its a shame that Narcissists smell so bad, as the real flower, the beautiful white narcissus with the deep orange centre, has a gorgeous perfume, It often grows near lakes and streams, and “hangs its head over the water”, so its reflection mirrors it. The Greek boy in the fable, Narcissus, fell in love with his own reflection while gazing at himself ina clear stream. The more he tried to reach down and kiss his reflection, he disturbed the water, sending ripples, which broke up his image. He died of grief that he couldnt love his beloved, and the white flower was named after him. The nymph, Echo, had fallen in love with him, but he spurned her,and that is why she still calls for him.I love Mythology, dont you? Love, Gem.XX
Ox Another good article – you have so much insight. Life goes on long after the thrill, so as I mature into olderhood I can do it with more confidence. As Slim has as new found respect for herself I know she wont allow anyone to disrespect her ever again. I am not sure if I can smell a spath, but now that I have boundaries I can feel and see disrespect when it is in front of my eyes. No longer do I have too accept bad behavior – I am worthy of respect – we all are.
Great article. Just this morning I had breakfast with a woman who also is dealing with a P ex, and I was telling her that the other day a very close friend asked me “what’s in your heart?” and it was as if someone very quickly wrapped me up in cotton. The question was asked and the answer was shrouded in a second–my mind just went completely blank and I tried to stall for time as I thought, with panic, that any whole person should be able to answer this. Why can’t I?
I have absolutely no reason to distrust my friend, and I badly wanted to respond to the question but couldn’t seem to do it. I’ve known him for several years, he’s been nothing but honest and consistent and respectful, yet some part of me can’t trust my judgement and/or can’t trust that what I say from my heart won’t be twisted, used against me…etc.
It’s so disturbing to get a quick flash of realization about how much psychic/emotional damage has been done. I have every hope that I can move on but sometimes I get discouraged when I realize I can’t answer what seems to be a simple question.
Anyway…this very thing has been on my mind all day and while leaving the ex was one act of courage, telling a trustworthy friend how I reallyreally feel may be an equal or greater act of courage. Any and all insights are so helpful, so thank you.
Dear Oxy, thank you so much for this article. It made me think once again, and that I discovered:
He forced me to take off my rose colored glasses.
He made me realize all the stones that I was carrying with me all my life, and I was unaware of it!
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It was a huge piece of work, and I am not done yet at all, and when I will be putting away the hammer and cisle (sp?), I will die. But I am VERY curious what is still hidden in these rocks!
I can also so relate to slimone, especially regarding the explanations and family businesses that were obscured and distorted by prismatic glasses they deliberately put on my nose and said it was the thuth!
Thank you all for being here!
What an insightful and thoughtful question to ask. I could think on it for hours, but as a quickish reply I think you are right. I have lost the ability to depend on myself and my own assessments and decisions. I got it so wrong with him, I have started to question everything I and everyone around me does or talks about. I have lost my sense of self efficacy – my ability as a human to have an impact on shaping my world and my life.
I also lost all childish illusion as a result of this. The stubborn childhood belief in happy endings has well and truly been eradicated and I now see life in a bland and utilitarian way – people use each other in a variety of ways. I am trying not to think this way but I sure am seeing a lot of evidence that there are many selfish and nasty people in the world – not all are sociopaths of course. But the attitudes and behaviours certainly are.
Following the theme of magic, although I had no awareness of brainwashing techniques in abusive relationships, I was aware that I was under a kind of ‘spell’ and compelled to try anything to make the relationship better. When I finally woke up, I actually said ‘The spell is broken’
Without the possibility of magic, the world is a cold and frightening place. I had such enthusiasm and playfulness before and now I am like a wounded deer limping so tentatively and ready to run at the slightest inkling of hurt. I am so gutted to think this is my life now and that all the play and beauty and spontaneity that were so much a part of my soul are gone forever. I am grieving so many things he took.
My child and my dream of a family = that just kills me inside. That experience was so earth shattering for me but meant so little to him. Many nights I contemplated sticking him while he slept – my rage and hurt and desperation and grief were so overwhelming.
That was my big dream – other people wanted to be doctors and astronauts. My dream was simple – ‘To be a happy and good wife and mum’. This dream was ruined in so many ways both publicly and privately. Publicly as I watched younger friends and colleagues in worse and non committed relationships have children.
But if I said anything I was over reacting and ‘Of course I want to have a family … one day’ – how nasty of me to accuse him of wasting ten prime years of my fertility.
Did anyone else experience this? For me this is the sickest aspect – money can be replaced, but after a certain age, women cannot bear their own children and will never be able to. It is a dream with an expiry date on it. Money can be replaced, furniture and belongings can be replaced, but a woman only has a window of time to have her children.
I was humiliated in my career also as parents whose children I taught and then adult students training to be teachers asked when I was going to have children. Eventually they just stopped asking and whispered among one another.
As my dream of family was ruined, I lost my love for my work with young children – what was the point when the reason I gave my heart and soul for it was never going to happen? I learned it didn’t matter if you were a good person – a person who tried to do the RIGHT things rather than the easy things. You were just another body of meat for someone else to use.
His lessons were just the latest in a long line of learnings from men who hurt me either deliberately or as an unfortunate consequence of pursuing their own ends. Either way it hurt just as bad, but this relationship almost killed me.
Many thanks for the questions and sense of affinity – I feel so less alone in the world knowing others have been through this crippling experience and are coming back from the edge.
Arohanui