By Joyce Alexander, RNP (retired)
What is hope? The word “hope” means a kind of “expectation of obtainment” and an emotional state of optimism, a trusting that what we want is going to come true. Here is how Wikipedia defines hope:
Hope is the emotional state, the opposite of which is despair, which promotes the belief in a positive outcome related to events and circumstances in one’s life. It is the “feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best” or the act of “look[ing] forward to with desire and reasonable confidence” or “feel[ing] that something desired may happen”. Other definitions are “to cherish a desire with anticipation”; “to desire with expectation of obtainment”; or “to expect with confidence”. In the English language the word can be used as either a noun or a verb, although hope as a concept has a similar meaning in either use.
And here is how Webster’s dictionary defines hope:
intransitive verb:
1: to cherish a desire with anticipation <hopes for a promotion>
2 archaic : trusttransitive verb
1: to desire with expectation of obtainment
2: to expect with confidence : trust
So we work because we hope and trust that we will get paid on Friday. We work hard in school to get good grades because we hope our work will pay off with a degree that we trust will allow us to get a better job and make more money. We are nice to others and we hope they will be nice back to us. We teach our children honesty and kindness because we hope they will grow up to be happy successful adults. We do lots of things because we hope and trust that those actions will result in good results.
However, there are times we hope and trust and work hard, but those good results do not materialize. Sometimes no matter what we do, or how much we hope, there is no possibility that what we want to happen is actually going to happen. It is at that point that we must accept the reality that our hopes are in vain. The doctor gives you or a loved one a diagnosis that there a limited time to live. What are the choices? To accept the diagnosis and get affairs in order, or do like Steve McQueen did and look all over the world for some quack who promises a “cure” to your terminal disease.
Webster defines another, less hopeful aspect of “hope” as:
— hope against hope
: to hope without any basis for expecting fulfillment
Malignant hope
Many times it seems that in our relationships with psychopaths we seem to hold on to that “hope against hope” that the relationship will improve. We try first one thing and then another and the relationship does not improve, but we hold on tenaciously to that “hope against hope,” which I call “malignant hope.”
Why “malignant hope”? Well, being a former medical professional, I like those 50 cent words that medicine uses, but this particular 50 cent word is pretty well understood by the general public. “Malignant” means “toxic” or “cancerous,” and that is exactly what “hope against hope” is—it is malignant like a cancer, and it metastasizes to every part of the body and soul. It spreads like a cancer and it destroys like a cancer because it forever keeps our expectations from being met, yet we “keep on trying” because of that malignant hope.
Each time we “hope for” something and it fails to materialize we are disappointed in proportion to how much “hope” we had, and how important the result is.
When I buy a lotto ticket I know the odds are above 13 million to one that I will win. Of course I “hope” to win, but I don’t really “expect” to win ”¦ so I don’t base my payment of next month’s rent on me winning. If I don’t win, I am not devastated. I really didn’t have MUCH hope that I would win.
However, let’s take a ridiculous example, and say I bought a lotto and had a great deal of false hope, malignant hope, that I would win, even with the odds being against me. I just KNEW FOR SURE that my hope against hope was going to come true. I knew I would have enough money to buy a house, a new car, a boat, and to live the life I wanted to live. I had never won before, but I knew I would win this time because I wanted it so badly. I needed it. When I watched the lotto drawing I just knew I would win. What happens when I fail to win? My hopes and my dreams are shattered, my entire life shatters before me, because I based everything I wanted on something that had little if any chance of happening. My hope of winning the lotto had become a malignant hope.
Psychopaths and malignant hope
Unfortunately, there are times when our hopes do become malignant hopes. When we hope against hope that a psychopath will change, will stop lying to us, stop cheating on us, bring their paycheck home. It never happens, yet we keep hoping it will.
People said to me concerning my son, Patrick, “he’s your son, you can’t give up hope,” or “where there is life, there is hope.” Those people were well meaning I am sure, but what they were telling me to do was to hold on to that malignant hope. I held on to it long enough, I saw over and over that he was not going to change, yet I kept hoping that he would. I saw proof that he had not changed over and over. Yet I continued to hope. Each time I was shown evidence that he had not changed in how he behaved, I was wounded again.
Someone gave me a sign once and I hung it on my wall, little realizing just how prophetic it would become. The sign said, “I feel so much better since I gave up hope.”
Actually I DO feel better since I gave up the malignant hope that my son would repent of his crimes, that he would change his attitude of entitlement.
It was only when I gave up that malignant hope that I ceased to be wounded and re-wounded by my son and the other people I had hoped would reciprocate my love and caring for them. I quit hoping they would change. It didn’t happen. It isn’t going to happen. I no longer hope or anticipate it will happen. I gave up the malignant hopes that I would win the “psychopathic lotto,” and the 13 million to one odds are not likely to be overcome just because I hope so much that they would be. People buy tickets and say, “Well, someone has to win, it could be me.” Well, I am no longer wasting my money or my hope on either the state lotto or the psychopathic lotto of malignant hope.
Silver….
Thank you for your support. This is just so difficult. Its wearing me down physically too. I can feel my immune system is weak.
I have a bloodshot eye and the whole area around it hurts. My youngest daughter has the same thing. Its not pink eye. Just a virus or something.
I feel worn down…the only way to describe it. My thoughts are just not right….feel sad. Feel betrayed and sad.
I sent D the letter telling her that I have to “let her go”. I feel like I had to throw the towel in. Everytime I reached out, she just slapped me in the face with her anger. Then, I am just frustrated and hurt.
I told her that she made her ‘choice’ and she needs to basically leave me alone now. I cannot go on driving her places and trying to help her…and have her sit in the car and say things angrily about me to my face. I just can’t do it anymore.
I asked her to come home..offered her my room and to live with her family again. She obviously isn’t ready and it would just cause more problems here with her sisters.
I found a site for “moms” and there’s a board like this. There are many situations just like mine…where the daughter left and turned on the mother…lashing out the same exact things. Most of the advice is to just do what I did…let them go. In some cases, they come around…or come back on their own.
So, all I can do is try to process this whole mess and keep trying to survive here and take care of my other daughters.
Just wish I could change my perspective and see it in a different light. Its so difficult after your own daughter is basically telling you that all you’ve done to care for her…wasn’t good enough.
Thanks for your support. 🙁
ToBe
I am sorry you gave her that letter. Every time you respond emotionally to your daughter, you give away your power. And you suffer for it. Getting things off our chest may feel good at the moment but it is never a path to solution. Yes, you need to validate yourself and your feelings, but when you sunk to her level by giving her that letter, you sunk to the level of a temper tantrum child, what you did in the long run was self harming. There are empowering choices, telling off your child is never going to be one of them. That’s the paradox of your dilemma.
2B,
You are, I think, focusing on your own pain…not the best move for the situation.
Auote: “Its so difficult after your own daughter is basically telling you that all you’ve done to care for her”wasn’t good enough.”
Sure, she has been hateful to you. Sure, your feelings are hurt. But in this instance, I am going to say to you “GET OVER IT and ACT LIKE THE PARENT.”
It is not your daughter’s place to stroke your ego as a “good parent” it is your place to parent your child so she has both roots and wings.
Kids do nasty things, and they sometimes turn out like my son Patrick, a psychopath who is dangerous.
Right now yoiur daughter is being a biatch and acting out, maybe she is doing some early P-behavior, I don’t know. But I do know that YOU are over reacting whatever it is and focusing on your own emotional pity party about how badly she has treated you by the nasty things she’s said.
I’ve give you some good advice—contact an attorney. You have not done so, only feeble attempts. Contact a therapist. Contact the school counselor. Other people have given you good advice and for the most part all you have done is to send her nasty e mails and one day you are this way, and the next you are that way….so decide what you want to do or keep on acting like two kids fighting in the bathroom at school with she said, she said.
That’s the best support I can give you right now, 2B, and it isn’t maybe what you want to hear, but since you are coming here asking for advice….this is mine. I care about you or I would bother, so take it for what it is worth or ignore it. Peace and God bless you and your children.
Dear Todd,
you are right, you can’t reason your feelings out, but trying helped move me forward. I am coming up on 2 and a half years and am only now more or less able to accept what happened in my life. Your situation went on much longer and sounds quite devastating. But no reason it should take a whole lot more time than it has me, and many others. The two year mark seems important.
It’s going to take a lot of time to move through the first major wave of shock and awe, but you will. I felt like the earth’s axis had shifted. it was the most overwhelming sense of disorientation i have ever felt. it was the very beginning of integrating the truth of evil in the world, and that it had ripped into my life and done its best to steal my life.
then you will go on to what for many of us is the ‘murderous stage’ – in name only. it’s the period when we become absolutely bloody minded, finding ourselves stripped of all power, trying hard to regain it by being bloody minded. anger earned never hurt anything. anger courted is another matter (and you’ll know when you get there and stay there too long – as it will become ill fitting.)
last night for the first time i said, ‘he wasn’t real. she was devious and evil’ (my spath was a woman who pretended to be a man, so i swap pro-nouns back and forth a lot) and TRULY felt the reason in my thoughts and feelings joined as one.
it takes time. lf has been a very good place to heal.
onestep – that was profound in many way’s.
well thank yer, hens.
you ever get out to add the ‘e’ to the sign? 🙂
in 17 days I will be unemployed. and i am in a much better place to deal with it. I interviewed for a fundraising consultancy position that I didn’t get. The other person was senior to me in experience, and that’s just fine. It was with a women’s shelter and it really got me to thinking about what i am doing with my life – how i don’t really want to work in the sector i have been. I want to work where there is ‘heart.’
I have started seriously stockpiling food for the great job hunt – scarred as I am by the last period of fucking poverty. trying to stay present in the day, and not get to far ahead of myself.
i have gone back to OA, and there is another atheist in the room and that helps a WHOLE lot. I can feel it working already – actually sat down to write the other day before i ate in response to fear.
work is brutal. one week to my latest conference. reduced hours and no help. i have let go of my desire that the situation be different, but i am still resentful and my anger flares when they act stupidly, and when i feel overwhelmed by the enormity of the project.
wouldn’t it be great to have FUN at work????
i really should have worked today, but i really didn’t want to. tomorrow – i have to finish writing the scripts for three sessions. makes my breath strangle when i think about it – so i try not to. 🙂
Onestep – Yes I added ‘ little e ‘ and yes i laugh and think of you everytine I drive by.
Goodness there is alot going on with you riight now and you are handling thing’s very well. I do love my job and ‘ most ‘ of the people I work for. I am sure something better and with heart will come your way. It’ doesnt hurt to stock pile some food, employed or not, I have been doing that myself and I am not a doomsday fanatic, but I have an uneasy feeling…
Hens,
why did you add the “e”?
I would have sent them a ransom note…
🙂
“I’ve got your “e”, if you want it back, you’ll have to give me a cut of the take.”
😆
It’d be worth it just to see them scratching their heads, “someone took our “e”? what’s an “e”, Pa?”
sky 🙂
Todd Dear: You are hurting now but the day will come when you go into a normal relationship with a “human woman.” Someone who truly loves you and you’ll look back at the spath and say: whatever did I see in that crazy “$$**&@........” Trust me. I was in your shoes when I was a young gal.
My spath left me devastated. When I look back on it now it was the best thing to ever happened to me.
I have had no contact in 30 years and I feel GREAT! If I ever saw “IT” again, which I hope I never do I will say: “SATAN GET THEE HENCE!”
LOL!!!
Over the years I did my homework and learned as much as I could about the “beast.” I came to the conclusion their souls are not human and I should quit trying to make sense of it because “IT” was never human or never could be. When I separated “IT” from the human race I began to heal and realize “IT” wasn’t a real person to begin with. “IT” was incubi
sent from hell to destroy my soul.
The good thing is because of your bad experience you will learn to discern others like “IT” from normal humans and hopefully avoid another like “IT.”