As we think about sociopaths, let’s remember that they can make diverse presentations, which can make it hard to know if (and when) you’re dealing with one.
Although sociopathy is a personality disorder, it’s complicated by the fact that sociopaths have widely diverse personalities.
There are smart sociopaths and dumb sociopaths; gregarious sociopaths and more withdrawn sociopaths; engaging sociopaths and paranoid sociopaths; calculating sociopaths and more impulsive sociopaths; socially skilled, and socially unskilled sociopaths.
There are charismatic sociopaths and sociopaths with dull personalities. There are sociopaths who may leave you feeling remarkably comfortable, and sociopaths who may leave you feeling extremely creeped-out.
Some sociopaths are physically violent personalities, while others are no more prone to violence than you or I.
Given this diversity among them, what, then, do sociopaths have in common?
I take a stab, below, at answering this question, which itself isn’t so cut and dried. But what follow are some qualities that I believe all sociopaths have in common.
All sociopaths are emotionally shallow.
While sociopaths don’t have a patent on emotional shallowness (nonsociopaths can be emotionally shallow), they do have this terrain thoroughly covered. All sociopaths, without exception, are emotionally shallow.
It’s not that sociopaths don’t have and feel emotions. They are human beings, inclined as they are to transgress others. They want things. They feel their discomforts, pleasures, cravings.
But what sociopaths lack, fundamentally, is emotional interest in others. They may be interested in what others have [for them]; that is, what others have [for them] may evoke, and even stimulate, their emotions. However, they are not interested, genuinely, in who others are.
The sociopath, for instance, may recognize, and even pay very close attention, to your mood. But his interest in your mood will hinge on how your mood affects his agenda.
He is like the amoral child who, watching his mother and shrewdly detecting her vigilant energy, decides it’s not a good time to lift the five-dollar bill off the kitchen counter. He has read her carefully, and perhaps accurately. But his interest in her state of mind, and emotions, is limited to the advancement of his agenda.
All sociopaths are disloyal individuals.
I see this as a truism about sociopaths. Sociopaths may seem and even act loyal, but only so long as they calculate that the cost of their loyalty hasn’t yet exceeded its benefit [to them].
As soon as the sociopath discerns that the cost of his loyalty exceeds the advantage, he betrays those to whom he’d apparently been “loyal.”
His self-interest, in other words, is paramount, and supercedes his capacity for self-sacrifice.
All sociopaths are habitual transgressors (without meaningful remorse) of others’ boundaries.
Whether calculating or more impulse-driven, sociopaths are habitual boundary violators, without genuine remorse for their hurtful effect on others. Some (not all) sociopaths “get off” on their exploitation—meaning that, for them, the process of exploiting is the motive force that drives their exploitation.
Sociopaths may be childishly fascinated by the exercising of their power to “push the envelope,” to “pull off” capers and dodge accountability.
Their lack of remorse—lack, indeed, of any form of genuine accountability—is one of the perplexing aspects of this personality disorder. And there’s probaby not a single explanation for this.
All sociopaths grossly lack compassion.
A lack of empathy is commonly ascribed to sociopaths, but I sometimes wonder if the sociopath’s lack of compassion isn’t a more germane descriptor.
Part of the problem with empathy is that people view it differently—arguably, there are different “types” of empathy that elude a single, unifying definition.
You will sometimes hear people say about sociopaths that, rather than lacking empathy, they actually use their empathy exploitively. I don’t see it that way. I view a mindset of empathy as the antithesis of the exploitive mindset—thus, someone feeling empathic (by my definition of empathy) could not use his empathy to exploit. That would be logically impossible.
But I think we escape this definitional confusion altogether when we consider sociopaths and the issue of compassion. In this regard, I assert that all sociopaths lack genuine compassion for others.
I’m suggesting that, even more than his empathic deficiency, the sociopath’s gross lack of compassion enables his infamous abuse of others’ dignity and space.
(See an upcoming post, Sociopathy: A Disorder of Compassion, for an elaboration of this idea.)
All sociopaths lack appropriate shame.
Sociopaths’ deficient levels of shame support their exploitive tendencies. Shame gives us pause, and sociopaths do very little “pausing.” Most of us contemplate the factor of shame, or prospective shame, in the decisions we make.
Our automatic, often unconscious review of how shameful we’re likely to feel following a chosen action allows us to think twice before executing it. It gives us room to cancel a plan whose execution we deem, on reflection and in anticipation, risks reigning shame down upon us.
Sociopaths lack shame to fear. Lacking shame to fear disinhibits them from pursuing destructive ideas that the rest of us, more often than not, will “pass” at.
Sociopaths are audacious personalties.
As I’ve indicated in several LoveFraud pieces, there is something audacious about the sociopath. He is prone to behaviors that leave the rest of us, whether as victims or witnesses, shaking one’s head. His levels of gall, hubrus are astonishing.
Where the nonsociopath, as just discussed, will find opportunities to scrap a bad plan, the sociopath is more likely to eschew prudent consideration (and reconsideration) and pursue the flawed plan, anyway.
His audacity—see my LoveFraud piece, The Audacity Of The Sociopath—is a curious and troubling aspect of his personality.
Sociopaths are liars and deceivers.
Lying and deceiving are close cousins, and sociopaths routinely do both. But this doesn’t make them necessary good at either (although they may be). A sociopath may assert, as if he really believes it, that he broke the world record in the mile, but this doesn’t make it a good lie.
The premise is preposterous; and so what’s most striking about the lie is its audacity, not its believability.
Sociopaths often, for instance, defend untenable positions from, it seems, sheer contempt for their audience. Consider this interaction:
Wife: I saw you with your secretary at Chile’s, today, at 12:15. You were kissing.
Sociopath: What are you talking about? I didn’t leave the office all day.
Wife: I saw you. Don’t bullshit me.
Sociopath: Yeah right. Ask Allen”¦we were in a meeting at 12:15. Go ahead. Why don’t you fucking call him and ask him?
Wife: I knew you’d say that. I already called the office. Allen’s in San Diego, and you know that.
Sociopath: You’re fucking crazy. You know what, stop fucking stalking me! That’s your problem. Maybe if you’d stop fucking stalking me you’d actually find something valid to accuse me of!
Wife: Don’t change the subject. You’re lying.
Sociopath: No”¦this is the subject. You’ve got a fucking stalking problem. So let’s not change that subject. You know what, honey? One of these days your fucking stalking’s gonna really drive me into someone else’s arms.
Wife: You were kissing her, John.
Sociopath: You know what? Fuck you. How ’bout that? Fuck you.
Rife with sociopathic machinations, this interaction starts with the assertion and insistence of a preposterous lie, then maneuvers quickly into deflection, gaslighting and other abusive strategies.
In upcoming posts, I’ll extend the list of traits that all sociopaths, I believe, share in common.
(My use of “he” in this article was for purposes of convenience, not to suggest that females aren’t capable of expressing the attitudes and behaviors discussed.)
(This article is copyrighted © 2009 by Steve Becker, LCSW)
This is all so familiar…especially that dialogue, have had so many of those. Most ended with me backing off when he threw a big enough hissy fit that I just couldn’t deal anymore.
I will say that the casual lies that would’ve looked like truth had I not known otherwise were worse. Sneaky little bullets.
Or when I’d call him on a lie and he’d just abandon it and switch to some new version of the story without looking back and expect me to buy it. I’d expect this from a 4-year old, but a man in his 50s…wow.
Great article, thank you Steve.
Matt,
have you ever considered hanging up your own shingle?
The guy who “saved me” was a lawyer I met in a sushi bar, Greg. He was trying to pick me up I guess. Nice guy, athlete, 50yo, (I thought he was about 38yo) never married. I was still stunned and confused by my X’s behavior and just blurted out my story to him. He said, “Oh, that’s a malignant narcissist.” Then he proceeded to tell me about the woman (lawyer) who stalked him and how he learned to be “boring”. His dad was a P and mom is n-lite (as he called her) Brothers are also n’s but he overlooks it.
He is in bankruptcy law and has his own shingle. He said that in the law profession, knowing how to tell a P has saved his ass many times. The P will come in asking for advice and then do the exact opposite. He has to be alert for this type of behavior so that he doesn’t end up compromising himself because a client thought he could do whatever he wants instead of following Greg’s instructions.
I imagine that as a criminal lawyer you have more than your share of P’s, but your knowledge of P’s could be your ace. Just a thought.
I’ve been reading these posts for some time now and am really grateful to have found this website. The last several years have been absolutely heartbreaking for me because
of things S/N/P in my life have done. I wish I’d known how they react to the setting of healthy boundaries before I’d done so. As what has been done by them has changed who I
am irrevocably and much of it has not been good in the short term. What I do know is that in the long term, if I stick with this process, then I have a clear shot at serenity.
So many of the things that you all have shared have been healing for me just in the knowledge that others have lived through this hell and are working toward healing. Your kindness and regard and support to and of one another is so heartwarming. It’s been an extremely isolated time for me.
Reading the blog articles and your comments have kept me
on an even keel through what has to be undeniably one of the most painful chapters in my life. Thanks for being here.
I wrote a poem tonite because so much feeling about what has happened has needed an outlet for expression. Tears are healing and very cathartic, unfortunately I’m unable to cry.
Writing about this has been helpful and has helped to define
in words some, my experience with them (N/S//P) as what
has been done to my life by them has left little in the way of
what I once called my life. I call this poem REALIZATION.
I have been stripped to the bone
By the words you so casually hurl.
YOU cannot know how many times
I’ve braced against them in the past.
But today is different.
I’ve found something in this wave of grief
I wasn’t willing to discover when grief
Last washed upon the barren shore
I call my life.
It is my self I found.
Through the cruelty of your words
Filled with the only emotion you can afford to share.
Your anger laid bare my aching soul and
In that moment I ceased to care.
Ceased to care as I gathered my shattered dignity
And self-esteem, barely recognizable
After all these years.
Your contempt for me and mine for myself
Is finally enough.
This wave of grief you are
Is no stranger to me, yet unlike the waves
On the sea that recede and bring calm,
Your wave washes continuously over me.
Wave of anger that brings my fear,
Sorrow and regret.
Waves of my own emotions.
Sadly, the only ones left elicited by you.
What is it in your face I scan so desparately for
In recognition? A familiarity no longer there?
With my eyes I search your face, once a beloved
Terrain. Your lips, the line of your jaw, the color of
Your hair and eyes.
Your eyes like empty hallways that echo in their emptiness
And it is always the refrain of contempt in your voice
That sends reverberations of their emptiness through me.
A stranger you are to me and a stranger still am I to myself
For loving one that I now clearly see, will never
Know or feel my love, let alone be able to
Return that love to me.
I am a blind man feeling my way around
Terrain, I once called myself. I’m unable to
Recognize and name the broken pieces of my Self
That I so graciously allowed you to shatter.
And yet who is to blame for my brokenness?
Did I WELCOME YOU into the WHOLENESS of my Being?
Or did you sense, as your kind always do,
Fervent desire for another to create completion?
YOU are only a mirror. One that’s become fogged
With time. Time that entrapped within its reflection,
Desires and hopes I so deeply cherish.
I refused to wipe it clean,
Refused to gaze directly into YOU and see that nothing,
No redemptive value even now remains.
This wave of grief is what you are to me.
This is all that is left of you.
One day you will cease to wash over the shore
Of my Being.
You shall have washed me clean of illusions.
I, in turn, will have discovered my sight, my SELF,
Repaired through painful yet honest self reflection.
No longer will your kind be able to approach
Bearing nothing and taking without any reciprocity.
I WILL SEE you and recognize that which is
Broken and beyond repair, only to turn away
As you approach, eloquent in my silent explanation.
Silent and in strength discovered, through the pain and sorrow
That your kind come bearing.
Realization.
H.B. Copyright October 2009
Peace and thank you to everyone here walking the path to healing and healthy self love.
keensight,
thanks for sharing your feelings and welcome to posting on LF.
Anytime you need to share about your experiences we are here to listen.
keensight, WOW, you just wrote that tonight? I think it is wonderful, your screen name is perfect, you do have keen sight into yoursef and the S. I hope you will post more. Thank you for sharing this, I hope you don’t mind it I copy and paste it into my journal!
Hauntingly Beautiful – well written Keensight – welcome.
Steve, thank you, thank you, thank you. You are so acute, and so funny.
I have a friend right now who is simultaneously extricating herself from a toxic-parents situation and dealing with a new boss who is a raging narcissist. And from both fronts, she brings these stories of her attempts to set boundaries or hold onto her ethics or just her right to think for herself at all. And they’re all alike. Attacking her. Belittling her. Telling her she’s mentally ill. Then throwing in a dose of “concern” about whether she’s sleeping enough or if she’s considered taking antidepressants. And winding up with long rages designed to wear her down.
She’s been working on herself for years, just to learn how to defend herself from parents and a brutal corporate culture at work. Unlike most of us, she can’t get away from the sociopaths in her life (or felt she couldn’t because of ethical responsibilities). But recently she’s moved into a new kind of thinking about what she wants and doesn’t want in her life. It’s kind of amazing to see what that’s done for her. What used to pierce her is becoming noise. Just repetitive performances by people with emotional issues who want to control her.
Formerly all her energy went to strategizing about how to minimize the punishment and developing better self-defense skills for the inevitable daily rounds of personal abuse. Now suddenly she’s beginning to say things like “I don’t want all this abuse of me and other people in my environment” and she’s thinking seriously about where she’s found pleasure and satisfaction in recent years, so she can understand what she really wants in her life.
If someone asked me what “awe” means, I’d probably think about some of the best sunsets I’ve seen. But watching this woman discover this idea of choice is one of the most awe-inspiring things I’ve ever seen. She’s been coming to me for advice for years. But now I’m just shutting up, because I have nothing to add to what she’s doing for herself.
I’m not sure why I’m telling this story here, except maybe to say that it is possible to eventually see through the flim-flam, even the residue that’s taken residence in our heads. They are the weenies, the ones who can’t survive on their own and have to parasite off other people to survive. If they were involved with us, it’s because we were stronger and more competent and more resourceful. They leave us feeling the opposite, but it’s only because they’ve been draining us or putting us down to make us afraid we can’t survive without them.
That’s the big lie. Not what they tell us about themselves and all their phony emotions or secret activities. It’s what they make us think about ourselves. That’s what Steve’s funny, perfect dialog was really about. A weak, incompetent parasite trying desperately to hold onto its source.
Again, thank you, Steve. I hope you do more radio. I hope someday to see you on Saturday Night Live and the Daily Show. If you ever decide to get famous and need some PR, let me know.
Kathy
PS — keensight, I LOVE your poem.
Keensight,
WOW!… Exactly!
You have an amazing talent. Thank you for sharing it with us.
I love it here…
I used to write, and write trying to understand. Here, I read, and read, receiving affirmation. How beautiful is that?
Steve… the timing of your article blows me away. Just yesterday, my daughter had me listen to cell phone video recordings of conflicts she’s having with her dad, my ex. There are 64 recordings. She was confronting him on why he hung up on her, and how it made her feel, when the began darting off into different directions.
She’s only 15, but could be a lawyer with her concrete reasoning, and ability to stay focused. As he deflected, projected, blamed, these were like softballs for her (she’s an athlete), and she knows the rules of the game, always aware of every position. She’d catch his lie, and serve it back, demanding explination.
What became profoundly intersting, as he was dodging her questions about “their” relationship, he exposed hidden truths about things he’s done to defraud me financially. He exposed his true intentions regarding visitation and custody. Much of which was lost on my daughter, because she doesn’t know the details of our case. She was quite amused at my reactions to his unintentional confessions. Hehee
When she served back his line of bull, with the force of truth, he regressed to childish taunting, that equaled to “Nanner, nanner, Nanner.” And, he’s a 50 year old man.
As I listened to these, at some point, I began to feel that fog thing. I began to question what I thought I heard. Especially when he validates his claim by insisting one of the experts in our case sanctioned his belief system (the court appointed therapist). My daughter, on the other hand, could freeze the recording, remind me of a previous claim, then start the recording where he contradicted himself. She’s good.
I hope it is ok to print the articles. I want my daughter to read this.
I’ll wait for the ok, before I print.
Thank you, Steve. Wonderfully accurate.
Slimone, Newlife, Isabell, Pollyananomore, Kathleen (hello!), LostInGrief, and anyone I’ve omitted who commented on my post (yes, Matt!)…thank you really so much.
Please don’t take my lack of more specific feedback to your comments as relating to a lack of interest–I find the time to read your feedback and value what you share tremendously….unfortunately, I often lack the time to respond with as much thought as I know your feedback deserves, so rather than reply superficially or incompletely, I sometimes choose to simply acknowledge it.
But, for what it’s worth, know that I register what you share and that it affects me meaningfully and seriously.
Again, many thanks. And Isabell, I can’t think of a reason why you can’t share relevant articles with your daughter?
Steve