Do psychopaths know what they are? Do they know that they are different from the rest of us? I believe the answer to both of these questions may be yes. As neuropsychiatry makes progress, science offers various thoughts and opinions on the matter. But while medicine is working hard to unlock the mind’s secrets, we may be able to draw valuable discussion from our own experiences.
Since psychopaths are not a particularly introspective group, I am not suggesting that they possess great insight regarding their pathology. However, I believe they do have some level of awareness. They may realize that they do not experience appropriate emotions and that they live their lives and view their worlds with the emotional mute buttons on.
“I figured it out…I know what you are”
When I realized that I had been touched by psychopathy, it took me quite some time to digest all that revelation brought with it. I knew I was not dealing with “normal,” but what was I dealing with?
Behaviors and solutions that would typically work under normal circumstances set us back when dealing with this population. Adjusting to the concept takes time. While I was still learning, I was still saying too much and also allowing the manipulations to bother me. I was in the process of trying to make sense of the nonsense and working to rectify issues that could never be solved. I tried, but trial and error prevailed and sometimes, I got it wrong. With my understanding too fresh to accurately process what was occurring, I allowed myself to become frustrated and exhausted from the underhanded tactics. On one occasion, when I could no longer take it, I emphatically blurted, “I figured it out…I know what you are.”
I am not sure what I expected might occur when I announced that “I knew,” but I was completely unprepared for what came next. The individual had been walking away from me, but then stopped dead in his tracks. He stood still with his back toward me for a moment. Then, turned and advanced toward me. His eyes met mine and I was on the receiving end of a deliberate, piercing stare. The eyes that could double as daggers were poised to intimidate. Glaring and angry, he replied, “I know you did. I know you know.”
What? The investigator in me wanted to continue the conversation very badly. I wanted to know what he knew about himself. I considered the possibility that he may not have heard me correctly. How did he know what I meant? But he did know. Chills quickly replaced my curiosity. I turned away and left. If he knew what he was, all the wrongs, all the evil were, without question, intentional. Pain, suffering, abuse, unhappiness, and shear destruction had been purposely inflicted with full awareness and for or with some degree pleasure.
Interestingly, I never said the word. Sociopath, psychopath, narcissist never crossed my lips. Shortly after this encounter, this individual ramped up the attacks and staunchly advertised his “normality,” while threatening and belittling me. Suddenly, I was “disturbed” and a “PhD,” in an attempt to discredit me and my assertions.
Previously, he merely blamed me for his actions, claiming that the behaviors were the consequences for my “insanity.” But this was different. I uncovered something he never thought I would. First hand, I witnessed the “I’ll get you before you get me” mentality – the smear campaign. Sticks and stones…for now I was armed with understanding.
Gray or color?
What must it be like not to feel genuine emotions or to feel them so completely differently than non-psychopaths? What must it be like to view the surroundings so differently than others? How must it be to know life in black and white, when we see color?
They may have great disdain for us as a result of the warmth in our souls, something they will never know or feel. They want revenge for our existence and throw temper tantrums mirroring those of toddlers if they do not succeed in their destructive and controlling efforts. But even when they do get their ways, they are often insatiable, looking for more. As a result, they can be dangerous to us.
When they claim to feel hurt, pain or other normal emotions we experience, their words may merely mask ulterior motives. They are able to behave ruthlessly without second thoughts, often hiding their agendas behind righteous causes. But the anger, jealousy, and rage that they direct toward us shows through as raw and primal. Knowing they know makes the behaviors easier to understand, but no more acceptable.
They are envious of our genuine connections and abilities to love, even if they laugh at us in their next breaths for being “weak” enough to feel. How would they be able to hold such contempt for us, if they had no awareness of our differences? It must be horrible living half alive. Wait…we already know. It was how we lived before we understood. The beauty is that we can recover.
darwins, imaginary friend is a very good analogy, my imaginary friend had a way of disapearing when anyone else came around….
he really only exsisted in my mind, why couldnt he have been a rabbit?
Snowwhite,
Go back and read the poem you wrote and know that that is the reality….Your poem was one of the first things that I read on LF and I knew I was not alone. I then understood that there was some type of sub-human life amongst us. They have a profile.
The “P” that was in my life that discarded me and another one of his girlfriends (because his plate was overflowing with victims at the time) contacted me approximately 4-5 mths later. As he did his other girlfriend he discarded. I was secretly viewing her Youtube diary and I knew exactly what was taking place. I wised up to have NC..a strength that was not my own, just said NO. No more. (but i still wanted him,thought of him, etc etc) What I knew was going to happen to me if I continued the love-bombing for another round of illusions..I also knew in my heart that he would be playing both girls (myself and the other girlfriend I referred to) against one another for his fun. I opted out. I did continue to watch her video diary. I saw her bliss from being reunited..(she was suicidal prior) (i felt her pain as if it was my own and in a sick way, it kept me attached but I somehow thought I had some control over it) . I also knew the his cycle and what would happen to her. It did exactly to the profile. Her daily horror had returned…her desperation, fear, hanging on for that blissful moment again…She is clueless to what he is. She is still waiting for him out of the insane loyalty he manipulates and she allows. He will do this yoyo dance with her, in and out of her life and toy with her as he wants and when he needs supply. This will last until she wakes up and does NC. I did it for almost 3 1/2 years. … I suffer from PTSD…I have worked hard, up and down, left to right, and right to left on my recovery…I think of him but I know what he is. I feel sorry for him….I always said, He had X-ray vision but was color blind. He knew everything about me, my dreams, my heart and after playing into my own narcissim, (flattery etc) used this all for the most extreme cruelty. Please dont mistake the Bulllshit for what it is. … he may be showing you some green grass on the other side, but if you go, bring your boots because you will be knee deep in shit…
My heart will be focused on you and praying for your peace and strength…Stay on LF…reread…
Much love,
Alivetoday
Oh and by the way, he did tell me that I couldnt either meet some people or something along those lines because I “knew who he really was”…..and I remember his very sinister laugh…
Hens, yes, I am familiar with the breed…my breed, Scots Highland Cattle, are also an old breed, not as old as those though…and generally very gentle as well…though once in a while I would have a high headed one…I only have 3 old cows, a heifer and a young bull left…but I enjoy looking at them…and enjoy the meat. Probably won’t put one in the freezer this year, got a pig going in.
I’ve managed to make NO SODIUM bacon…and it isn’t too bad. My son D doesn’t care for it, though he likes my no sodium sausage. I just make him salted bacon and I eat the no salt kind. Life is good again…bacon and tomato sandwiches and pork sausage and duck eggs, what could be better?
Peace and contentment!..and I’ll have the cast off my leg Oct 8 and into a walking boot! In the meantime, I scoot around on my 3 wheeled scooter.
Here is an article about a sex offender and his own “knowledge” of himself.
Unfortunately the state of California let him out of prison and less than one day later, he attacked a girl.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2206470/Kevin-Long-Sex-offender-attacks-girl-15-day-release-prison.html
Read the letter he wrote to his folks who begged the state not to let him out.
Thank you so much, Ox Christine and D’smom! I am most grateful for the detailed information that you have provided! Oxy, what incredible experiences you have had. I loved reading your story about your cattle. Off the subject, I am thinking at this moment that although I come here via cyber space, and my friends here are not tactile, I find this place bursting with intellect, and more interesting than anywhere else that I have spent time, in a very long time. There is this incredible combination of compassion and intellegence, all rolled into one, here. So glad to have found this haven, if I may say so.
Yes Shane, you MAY say so, it’s true.
The peeps here are a “cut above” IMO. They get it. They understand. They’ve been there, done that!
Hey Everybody! darwinsmom hit me with the statement about truly loving an ‘illusion’, not the person. I concur! The person I thought I loved was a total fraud, however, I fell in love with what she wanted me to see and to love. It is all confusing..and when it’s over..all consuming. I no longer feel any shame or remorse or coulda woulda shoulda..she was just That good. As they all are.
I have been absolutely NC now since May 5th. So, I stay away from all the people, places and things we used to see, go, do, etc., together. Not her of course. She regularly shows up and from what I hear, in great spirit, as if we were never together as a couple and she has no idea what happened and why I am absent. It pisses me off. It annoys me. She still looks and sounds soooo logical and sane. I know some folks think I’m being silly or whatever for not coming around. She’s slick. They don’t get it. And yet, some who have accidentally gotten in her way Have seen enough to “get it.” Why don’t they? And how much longer do I stay underground? I hear she is now going into our local jail to take AA meetings to incarcerated women. Perfect. I hear she has joined up to three dating sites, offering a wonderful profile, including “definitely” wanting children. At 53?? Good grief. Interesting note…when I was with her she was such a handsome butch (or my perception?) and now she has dyed her shocking spikey black/grey “do” a mousey brown and has grown a slight bang and appears to be wearing a more feminine attire. WTF???
Do I believe she knows ‘what’ she is? I do. Do I think she is done with me and I can now freely move about the cabin? I don’t. I can feel her coming. People who know us both, and trust now that she is a spath, tell me they believe I can stand firm and solid in my spiritual light. That she can no more penetrate my inner strength. I wish I felt so self-assured. She told me once that she would get in my blood, that we would forever be connected. That she would never let me go. Followed of course with .. because she just loved me that much. uh-huh. Another time yelling at me that I had better ‘watch it’ because once she walked away she would be gone for good and never look back. Oh how I wish this was so!
I am so grateful for all of you. Your collective words are the crystal bell that rings true for my peace of mind.
Blessings of love to you all, Elizabeth
It is a fantastically wonderful blessing, really.
http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=m78cSts3tJw&vq=medium#t=172
Love you, all…
(((((((Elizabeth, hugs)))))))))))))
I totally get it.
It’s a total WTF? moment.
snowwhite,
it may never come together. It sort of hasn’t for me. 3 years later, I still have cog-diss. Maybe there is something else outside of black and white.
emotions and intellect may be incompatible. Maybe we just have to accept that and treat our emotions as if they were our children. Just a thought. Still learning.