I’ve just travelled back from the UK today, and during my journey I read an article that made me sit up and take notice. It’s the story about a teenage girl, Gemma Barker, who created three separate male aliases in order to dupe her female friends in to sexual relationships with her. She had made enormous efforts to develop and maintain these aliases. She succeeded so well, in fact, that not only the victims but also their families were fooled in to believing that Gemma was a boy. Whilst it’s claimed that she suffers from autism spectrum disorder and ADHD, the judge still called her “Cunning and deceptive” and the report states that she showed no remorse when handed her sentence. Ring any bells?
The thing that really struck me, though, was a quote from one of her victims who was 15 or 16 at the time. Gemma was 18, so legally an adult. Saying that she felt “repulsed and dirty” after learning that the boy she loved was actually her female friend, the victim goes on to say
“Nobody understands what it’s like to be told that the person you love and want to spend the rest of your life with isn’t real. It’s like you have disappeared. I just want to stop hurting” She also asks the poignant rhetorical question I know many of us will have asked ourselves: “What did I ever do wrong to you?”
It’s heart-breaking isn’t it? The shame of deception runs deep. Left untreated it can grow, multiplying like a cancer in the soul of those whose only crime was to love someone else. People who trusted what they were being shown, and treated the other person with care and compassion — while the other person just looked on and laughed. While in some cases there may not be any physical scars, the emotional and spiritual damage hits hard in every case. It is far more damaging — and can last so much longer.
I would have hoped that in this day and age, perhaps there might be a little more understanding and compassion for people who have been duped. After all, there are plenty of stories. Accounts from people who have been deliberately deceived and misled. People who, like us, gave all we had to people we believed and loved with all our heart.
You know what, though? Reading through some of the comments that have appeared online after the article, I am disheartened that so many still seem more focused on blaming the ”˜stupidity’ of the victims, or urging us to ”˜take pity’ on the person who deceived the girls. For many people, I know it may seem hard, almost impossible to believe that someone can get away with such a deception. But for those of us who’ve been there, once we work through the pain and shame, we know we were not to blame! We know we were not stupid, gullible, needy, blind or any of the other stinging veiled questions that stab at our soul as we try to make sense of what has happened.
It’s not just deception in romantic love that causes the pain. The hurt of betrayal can hit just as hard when it’s about relationships of trust between friends and family, or perhaps misguided loyalty to bosses or colleagues. Whatever the connection, when hit with the cold hard truth, the horror can be almost overwhelming.
And”¦ in the same way that I had absolutely no comprehension of these sorts of behaviors before it happened to me, I guess the question is how on earth can we reasonably expect other people who haven’t ”˜been there themselves’ to have any level of understanding? Well? It’s a reasonable question”¦. But then, in recent times I”˜ve realized that our natural propensity to be reasonable and understanding is just another of the ways people are exploited while predators continue to thrive. It’s by thinking “Oh, they’re just under pressure!” “Well, you know, we all make mistakes!” or “It’s ok, I know they didn’t really mean it — I won’t say anything it’s not that important” that the abuse is allowed to continue, right under the noses of ”˜reasonable’ people who just can’t begin to comprehend that the attacks are deliberate!
It’s the same reasonable, caring approach by ”˜normal’ people that keeps these heartless creatures free to continue what they are doing. It’s also the thing that hurts the victim time and time and time again — because there is no reason behind why these predators do the things they do. There is no explanation. They’re just like that — and they’re darned skilled at what they do. And that’s all there is to it.
So, these days I’m becoming stronger and more determined in what I am now beginning to see as a crusade to educate and help others. Yes, the numerous judgments and barbed comments from people who don’t know what they’re talking about can grate and often rattle me. But you know what? I’ve also decided that there is little or no point in getting frustrated at those people. It’s fair to say that we don’t know what we don’t know”¦. It’s also fair to say that I now have an unreasonable passion to do something about it whenever I come across a situation where people are being hurt and the perpetrators are getting away with it. I’m determined to help people remove their blinkers and recognize that yes, there is such a thing as ”˜bad people’ who live among us. It’s tough. Because it means inviting people to consider that they have been conned. That they, too, have been taken in by someone who tells lies as easily and effortlessly as you and I breathe.
The more I get to understand this subject, the more I believe that the self-righteous outpouring from people who have never been in that situation, stems from fear. The fear that perhaps, in the same shoes, they may not be quite so streetwise as they’d like to think. Perhaps they are not as invincible to the surgically accurate deceptions of a person who does not have the same emotional wiring as we do. A bit like children hiding under the covers when they’re afraid, it’s a good short-term fix but it doesn’t get rid of the bogeyman!
The thing is, though, hiding away or going in to denial will never get rid of the bogeymen — or women. All of us here know that from our own experiences. I’m determined to do all I can to ensure that ”˜first hand experience’ does not remain the only way to be certain that the person who is causing the harm is usually a harmful person. I know there’s a long road ahead — I also know it’s a road that’s well worth travelling.
Truthspeak
I too cannot forsee a future with a man in it. Too risky. I also am not willing to put the effort and work into what a relationship requires.
After my attack by my ex H p off 22 years I am left with a fear of men. I am so wary of them now. What preconceived ideas do thay hold about women?
The only man I trust is my son.
I can’t help it–it has just evolved into this state and I do hope it gets better.
STJ
xxx
Men are in a position where they have been removed from having power just by virtue of being men. They see women as the cause of this. They end up feeling and acting very much the same as Tobehappy’s teenaged daughter who had to give up her own room after being told she was entitled to it for so long. They wonder what their new status will be and if they will still be powerful. Then they throw a tantrum.
Furthermore, they are told that men were the cause of womens’ oppression. So now they’ve got a guilt trip that they don’t feel they deserve. …if the shoe fits.
They don’t remember oppressing any women. They were just doing all the things they were entitled to.
There was a time when I believed that having a man was imperative.
Men are people. And at many levels there are not differences.
Most differences are important in relationships. We need to understand them.
But, what being the parent of a young man teaches me is that before they are men, they are people. And their needs as people are not so different from ours.
I have relationships with men on that level. I do not have a romantic connection to any man, but I suppose there could be one at some point.
They are pleasant, those relationships. But what changed for me is that I am not looking for one. Not shopping for another person.
These things happen over time. If they happen at all. And only time will tell.
Men are not as frightening as bad people. And there are plenty of those among both sexes.
The work a relationship with anyone requires is the work we have to do to get along in the world. And the trouble with the aftermath of a spath is that being amoung people doesn’t feel good for a long time.
So many fears and triggers. So much shame and self loathing. Its all very hard.
And it does change you.
I’d have said I was a people person, now, I am a woman of many interests and people interest me when they share the interests I have.
It is different.
And you are right, there is an evolution. Sometimes its really hard to be among people. Sometimes its really hard not to be.
But different is where you choose it to be. If you want different, you must make it so.
Its not so much about men and women anymore. Its about which side of the threshold of the front door. Because being out there in the world means exposure not only to other people, but to my own challenges and weaknesses.
They follow like a shadow,
But to view one’s shadow means looking backward. And we can not live life in the rear view mirror.
The harder it is to forgive ourselves at a deep enough level to overcome crossing the threshold from the security of recluse into the world, the longer it takes for things to get different.
We have no judge harsher than ourselves and that governance lives within us, inhabits the shadows of our thoughts and perceptions, and keeps us looking back instead of forward.
Its why they tell you if you fall off a horse, you have to get right back on because if you don’t, you probably would not do it again. It hurts. Sometimes the rider gets broken. I am aware of that feeling of not being able to move as one lies face first in mud watching the object of disaffection gallop off toward the horizon.
And its a thing I think about a lot. About being reasonable enough to balance the fear of all that hurt against the pleasure of riding.
What comes to me is that the more skilled at understanding our partners in whatever kind of relationship we are in, the better likely we are not to get into that facefirst in the mud position. The less risk we have of being hurt and having to recover not only from that, but from embarrassment. Possibly even collateral damage.
It isn’t ever easy. But, it is always possible.
Silvermoon.
My ex H P raped me repeatedly calling me by my daughter’s names. I was practically catatonic with shock. It took me a huge burst of strength to throw him out my home.
I trusted this man and thought he was my best friend.
My trust issues with men are very low now. He used his size against me and I never had a chance.
I am still too scared to let a man get intimate and let myself be vulnerable with a man. That’s his legacy.
‘You know you want it’ still rings in my ears.
STJ
xxx
STJ,
but you DID throw him out. You prevailed. Size does not always prevail. Physical strength does not always prevail. Knowledge and wisdom are our strengths. Used with humility and grace, they can prevail.
I know it’s hard to trust others, but I don’t think it’s because you can’t trust yourself. I think it’s because you CAN trust yourself to see the truth and the truth isn’t pretty. There are not that many worthy people out there.
Using Kazimierz Dabrowski’s and Elaine Aron’s ideas about highly sensitive people, we can consider that only about 20% or less of the population are born highly sensitive. Of those, my opinion is that many can’t handle being so sensitive and they become spaths, they choose to feel nothing. Many others are tormented with other PD’s as a result of abuse.
That doesn’t leave a whole lot of people that we’d want to have in our close circle of friends. I’m with you on that.
STJ,
I have no doubt that its hard to deal with. And my heart breaks for you.
Its an ugly, ugly thing to have endured. And to remember.
You’re still with us. And you’re stronger than you might give yourself credit for.
My point was, yes, it is hard. And there are a lot of terrible, terrible stories here. And people whose trust is broken.
But, there are good people in the world. And we can find them too. Without the obligation to have them, or fix them or anything.
The spath experience isn’t all there is. And I know too that for a long time after, it feels like it is.
And just when you think you’re better, something throws you back in the spin cycle again. Its tough. And I know you can’t just walk away from it.
But, if it helps, I am also finding out that pursuing other interests seems to bring interesting good people across my path who seem to share those interests.
And it is a way I’ve found to be in the world which includes men, pleasantly. Men aren’t awful in general but some people are very, very bad.
Sounds like your ex is one. We’re both lucky to be alive after its all said and done, aren’t we?
I know you will find your way, whatever that path is.
Spath island. I second that.
I agree whole-heartedly that the knowledge that everything we thought was real was a lie is right up there at the top of the Kilimanjaro of pain that is an entanglement with a psychopath.
However, as the parent of two adult children with autism and the ex-wife of a psychopath, I am angered when I see autism being used as an excuse or explanation for unconscionable behaviour. You might remember that the same thing happened in the trial of Neil Entwhistle for the murder of his wife and baby daughter.
Autism and psychopathy both involve impairment to that most human of characteristics, the ability to feel empathy, and I understand that research is beginning to show that there is a genetic connection. But there is a crucial difference. Somebody with autism often has difficulty recognising when another person is in distress or pain (cognitive empathy); however, once they do, they become distressed themselves and try to help that person (affective empathy). With psychopaths, it’s the other way around – they know perfectly well that their behaviour is hurtful or damaging to others (cognitive empathy again), but really couldn’t care less about it (affective empathy). Obviously all behaviours are on a spectrum and there will be some cases where the boundaries are less distinct, but for the most part there is a clear difference between the two conditions, and it infuriates me psychopaths and their lawyers are trying to muddy the waters. What a cynical play for pity and lenience!
Sorry for banging on about this but I am on a mission to shoot down the notion that we should make excuses for those who rape and murder, either physically or psychically.
Silvermoon
I am four and a half years out and I am doing well.
As said– Ptsd, agarophobia, panic disorder and fear of men are the legacy of being with him. It just is. A fact. It just gets triggered and I have no control over it. I am getting help for it.
In my city it was held for a long time by a strong patriachal culture. The young are are dealing with the new emerging culture of empowered women. 75% of homes are headed by a single person the divorce rate is that high.
Whenever I do go out I meet many men who are single. My mum has a flat and her building is populated by many single men looking for a replacement slave. Women are not taking them on anymore.
As for married men–I fall into the trap of dangerous single woman. Their wives are now wary of me thinking that I have attained this new level of attraction since I divorced. I get the LOOKS if I talk to their men even though I conversed with them often when married. I was a safe bet then.
Funny old culture.
Ironically-I used to be so proud of my ex HP. I thought that he was one of the NEW men to emerge in my culture who respected a woman as an equal.Great mirroring over a period of six years of what I wanted in a man and what I valued.
It was a shock to find out that he was a rapist, mysoginist, peodaphile and incest fantasiser. An abberation.
I do know that all men are not like this intellectually–but the scars keep me safe from being treated as food.
So every man I meet–I can’t help but wonder what is going on underneath that pleasant exterior. And also-no matter what their size–if in a fight they would demolish me. It is just a fact that they are stronger physically.
On a finishing note. I love like many of my fellow women in my city my personal freedom and singlehood. No one to consider except myself.
My mum is a very young at heart 70 year old and we have such fun in our escapedes together. She is a wise soul and she thinks I am one too and have fun in discussing life in general. She is my best bud. She too is a survivor. I also have my three kids that bring me much joy–especially knowing that I am rearing them by myself gives me satisfaction.
We both believe in enjoying life and enhance each others experience of it.
My feelings regarding men are not tainted with bitterness or hatred . It just is. I have these symptoms and I am dealing with it.
I would rather at my time of life put my energies into a worthy cause than build a relationship with a man and the future looks bright this way.
So I guess-once I am well I know my path.
Thanks for listening
STJ
xxx
Mrs Grimm
I would be angry too.
My daughters boyfriend has a little brother with autism. He is the one of the sweetest Kids I know. So smart and full of innocence.
I love him to bits.
STJ
xxx