By Joyce Alexander, RNP (Retired)
I’ve been reading some interesting books lately by some very interesting researchers in the field of psychology—Dr. Barbara Oakley dealing with the themes of altruism, Dr. Simon Baron-Cohen on empathy, and others who are trying to discover what makes people altruistic and how empathy (or lack of it) affects how we behave toward our fellow men. I’ve come to some interesting conclusions concerning my own part in my abuse by multiple people who were/are high in psychopathic traits, and very low in empathy, compassion and altruistic behavior. I have wondered about my own ability to repeatedly “explain away” the abusive behavior that I experienced from family members and “friends,” and to expect that they would change their abusive behavior. What made me think that I could somehow, by appeasing them, forgiving them, and being kind and caring to these people, make them realize just how much they had hurt me, how much I had suffered at their hands? What made me think that I could effect a change in someone else’s character, or instill character into someone who so obviously had no conscience, empathy or remorse?
In my studying about psychopathic behavior in former associates and in family members who have actually repeatedly done horrific violence to others as well as toward me, including battery, rape and actual murders, I have finally come to the conclusion, like many researchers, Dr. Robert Hare, Dr. Simon Baron-Cohen and Dr. Barbara Oakley, that there is little if any chance that a person who is very high in psychopathic traits and very low in empathy, without conscience or the ability to feel remorse for their behavior, is going to effectively change, either in their thinking or their behavior. That much finally got through to me. There are some things that are impossible to do no matter how capable you are.
When a person has had a life-long pattern of bad and/or violent behavior, does not have effective empathy, which is necessary for a person to have a conscience (a personality disorder), the likelihood of change is minimal. “The best indicator of future behavior is past behavior” is a truism that is not likely to change, no matter how “politically correct” it is to wish otherwise.
There are some instances when a person has a medical condition (either genetic or acquired) that keeps them from having empathy—autism or brain damage from a stroke or head injury, for example. But not all people who are without “normal” levels of empathy are violent or seem to enjoy hurting others. For those people lacking empathy and conscience, who do seem to enjoy control over others, or simply seem to enjoy hurting others, there is no “hope.”
Helper’s high
What about those of us on the other hand, though, who seem to have a desire to help others? It has been shown by medical and psychological research that “helping” others gives a chemical “atta boy” to the brains of those who are the helpers. This chemical “reward” for doing good reinforces the desire to “help” others. We are genetically programmed as a species to “do good.” It is rewarding to us and has helped keep the human race alive because we cooperate, help each other, and are to some extent altruistic.
The “pleasure” centers in the human brain respond to chemical stimuli from various sources—from orgasm, from doing good, from various drugs, and from various activities, such as “the runner’s high” that come from physical exertion. It has even been shown that working with your hands to produce something useful gives a chemical reward to the brain. That may be why people like to knit, crochet, build things, fix food, etc. But why, when the reward for “doing good” to someone, especially someone you love, is also accompanied by such intense emotional and/or physical pain, do we keep on doing what causes us pain as well as the “reward” for doing good? Why are we willing to endure the pain in addition to receiving the “reward” for “doing good?”
Narcissism
Some people high in psychopathic traits seem to be extremely high in narcissism, to the point that it is very obvious that they value themselves so far above others as to absolutely have no idea that anyone else has any value at all. They view others as lower than an object, but to the point that the very existence of other people is an insult to the highly narcissistic person. It seems as if the chemical reward for them for “doing good” is replaced by the desire for control.
If the narcissism is very apparent, people around the narcissist may notice this to the point that they don’t want to be around such a person. He is considered “stuck up” and we have probably been told from grade school on up that we should not “brag on ourselves” because it isn’t polite and others won’t like us. So the narcissism that is very apparent may be “off putting” to others around the person. Many people who are very narcissistic, though, have trained themselves not to appear as narcissistic as they actually feel. In other words, they have learned “good manners,” or to mask their true emotions. Those that don’t learn to conceal high levels of narcissism may not be very “popular.” A healthy level of narcissism, though, is an accurate self-assessment of your own abilities. The person who is very narcissistic may not be actually as smart or as competent as he thinks he is, however.
Self-assessment
I’m smart. I know that. I am capable and very able in learning how to do complex tasks such as fly an aircraft, knit, crochet, built things, train animals. I have led a life based on being a “can do” person. I’m somewhat justifiably proud of what I have accomplished in my life. That narcissism is a healthy level of self-assessment of my talents and abilities—yet my narcissism went further than that, I think, into making me think that there was nothing I couldn’t accomplish. Because I could do so many things, and do them well, I overestimated my ability to cope with the people in my life who were high in psychopathic traits and dysfunctional in relationships. I was too narcissistic in thinking I was able to accomplish the impossible—fixing dysfunctional relationships and dysfunctional people.
I think in part, my narcissism was because there were so few things I couldn’t accomplish if I set my mind to it and worked hard at acquiring the knowledge and skills to learn a new task, and perform it well. It never occurred to me that I could not also be “successful” in fixing a bad relationship with a person who had no conscience. Just as my psychopathic son, Patrick, who is extremely bright and also extremely narcissistic, never had any trouble in school, decided there was no one on earth as smart as he was, and that because he was smart, he could “get away with” anything. It never occurred to him that there were cops that were “smart enough” to catch him. Even when he was caught in his most violent crimes, crimes he didn’t even try to cover up, it never occurred to him that he would not be successful next time. When he was caught again, his narcissistic idea that he was the smartest, most capable person on Earth didn’t let him realize that he was wrong. His narcissism precluded him having an accurate self-assessment, or assessment of the capabilities of others.
I too was very narcissistic in my appraisal of my own abilities to effect change in these people, no matter how many times I failed in effecting change in them. No matter how many times I failed, or how bad the pain was because of my failure, it never dawned on me that I wasn’t capable of success if I just tried harder in this endeavor. If I just gave more of myself, if I was just more selfless, more giving, surely next time I would succeed. My own narcissism kept me in the game. My own desire to effect change in someone else’s behavior was fueled by my narcissism, by my poor self-assessment of my abilities.
Ignoring the danger
If a horse or a steer was aggressive and I was not able to effect change in the animal’s behavior, I would eventually give up when the animal continued to try to hurt me. I could at some point come to the conclusion that the potential harm to myself was not worth the effort of trying to control the animal’s violent tendencies. Though I am an excellent animal trainer, I know that not even the best animal trainer in the world can make some animals safe to work with, and the danger of trying to continue to do so foolish. Why could I not see that where it concerned dangerous humans?
Why was I willing to put myself, my life and my health, to say nothing of my happiness and peace, at risk in order to maintain a “relationship” with dangerous people for extended periods of time, decades in some cases? Why did I focus on the potential reward of changing their abusive behavior instead of on the pain they caused?
Family secrets
Part of the answer, I believe, lies in the way I was conditioned in my family, that the family “secrets” must be kept at all costs so that the “neighbors didn’t know.” This culture of shame, and covering up the general knowledge in the larger community that our family was not a “nice normal family” was handed down for generations by abusers and enablers working together to hide the family dysfunction. I participated in this “cover up” by keeping information about my son Patrick’s crimes from general knowledge of my extended family and “the neighbors” for years. I participated in the family myth that he had “found Jesus” when I knew otherwise. I participated in “family Christmas” celebrations that were a travesty and were anything except a “Norman Rockwell Christmas.” I think partly because I was so narcissistic that I thought if I just kept up the pretense long enough it would become real ”¦ especially if the “neighbors didn’t know.”
My coming out of this FOG (fear, obligation and guilt) was traumatic for me as well as for my family members who were as invested in this fantasy family as I was. That change from the status quo on my part released the “hounds of hell” within the family dynamics and resulted in my psychopathic son, Patrick, sending one of his ex-convict buddies to try to regain control of the family, since he couldn’t do this by emotional manipulation from inside his prison cell. He would kill me, if that is what it took in order for him to regain control. Several members of my family co-conspired with him, or at least knew what was going on and did nothing to stop the attack on me. Maintaining the status quo within the dysfunctional family was of paramount importance for everyone involved. Maintaining the FOG without change felt secure to them. Life was predictable. Change was scary.
Seeing the light
It was only the fear of actually losing my life that made me “see the light,” and see just how dangerously I had been behaving in trying to convince myself that I could effect change in these people. They had no conscience, no empathy, and enjoyed a high level of narcissism that made them believe themselves invincible. I too had felt invincible, and was way too narcissistic in my own self-assessment of what my capabilities were. I could not control these people, I could not change them, and they were too dangerous to deal with.
Now I try to look at myself more realistically, and to see that while I am a smart, capable person, there are some things that I am not capable of, and I need to be aware of these things. While I was realistic and humble enough to realize that there are some animals I can’t safely train, I am now humble enough to admit there are some dangerous people I can’t afford to associate with either, no matter how altruistic I feel or how much reward I get from helping others. The rewards I get from being “helpful” to others must also be tempered with the humility that I am not all-powerful in my abilities with people, any more than I am with animals. Just as I must assess the potential benefit of helping a person or training an animal, I must also assess the potential “costs” in terms I can afford to pay. While I still feel good when I am able to help someone else, I am no longer willing to overlook the repeated bad behavior of others and convince myself that if I am just “helpful enough” that I can change them.
I must take responsibility for my own life, my own behavior, and set my boundaries in such a way that I eliminate those dangerous relationships, no matter how smart or capable I am in other aspects of my life. There are just some things we can’t accomplish no matter how hard we work, and changing someone else is one of those things.
Oxy – I would have no problem being an inpatient – none at all. i like being alive. Seems that this is how they treat it if they figure it won’t kill me straight off – making me go back and forth 2x day. The first IV antibiotic effed me up and wasted time. But last night’s were good, and I am also on an oral antibiotic.
It hasn’t spread since last night. I can actually see some definition in my ankle bone tonight and there are a couple of white streaks in the red. They did tell me that it would take about three days to see improvement and I am monitoring for worsening (i have lots of lines drawn on my leg, so i can see any visible signs of spread.) I am also feeling much better this aft – but that could be just getting over the reaction to the first antibiotic, as i did not feel bad when i first went into the hospital. BTW my temp is normal 98.1 – i know one doesn’t always have a temp with an infection, but at least I don’t have a temp.
I don’t think I am out of the woods yet. we have a service here where an RN is a call away. I called in yesterday and the day before and both times was advised to go to the hospital (and they even gave me a timeline – last time is was ‘immediately’).
I’m really good about recognizing who the bad guys are-EXCEPT in my own life. I am good at it- in terms of other people’s lives. I finally realized that I am doing everything that I NEED to do to please MYSELF and no one else. I can’t develop friendships with people who are superficial and I can’t develop any friendships with people until I am happy with myself and like MYSELF. I am making changes in my life to impress me-NOT some woman. I am off the dating site. I have NO business being there.
I once saw a woman at work show up wearing a t-shirt that said IT’S ALL ABOUT ME on it in big pink letters. I made fun because I thought-how selfish is she? Ya know what, now I am looking to find that t-shirt because it IS all about ME. I was fired up worried about making changes in my life to impress someone else when I get home. I don’t care anymore about impressing anyone else but me. I am about to turn 39 in a few weeks. When am I finally going to learn to be GOOD to ME? I’m not waiting til I’m 40-I’m doing it NOW!!!
Dear One, Yea, I did the IV antibiotics at home bit, then in hospital x 2, drug reactions X2, surgery to drain what ended up a big boil inside my head, PIC line (central line IV installed high in arm, and running down to heart) because the Antibiotics ATE my veins up with each dose…and FINALLY an infection specialist doc to get it under control…so I am VERY leery of this kind of infection that spreads like wild fire. A neighbor came here one night about 11 p.m. with a soccer ball sized place red as a beet on his leg, he had picked at a sore, I told hgim to go to the ER or he would be dead by morning and he didn’t believe me but his GF finally talked him into to going. The doc said “good thing you came in tonight or you’/d have been too far gone by morning”—so they save his sorry life, and he gets another spot on his face, and picks at it, and THAT TIME HE DIED. By the time he got to the hospital there was nothing they could do to stop the spread. Those infections are in the past rare, but now they are more common but also more resistant to antibiotics and they can have a limb or a life in only a matter of HOURS. I realize it is a pain in the arse to go back and forth for the IV antibiotics, and I guess it is a cost saving measure for the health care system to have you come and go but I wish you were monitored more closely by them. At least YOU have got some sense, not like my neighbor.
Speaking of neighbor, when son D and I got back from town today we saw “grandpa” neighbor walking up the hill, a half mijle up hill from his house in 90+ degree weather with a gas can. Last time he came I gave him two gallons of gas, this time I said NO….because he had promised me he would go to the doctor (me drive him) on MOnday and he then backed out (he has a big sore on his leg too) and so I refused to give him the gas. He was supposedly wanting the gas to go to his daughter’s house so she would take him to get his truck filled. I offered to drive him to her house or go get her, but he didn’t want that….so I think he was lying about why he wanted the gas, I haven’t been able to reach her by phone, but I did tell him, NO MORE GAS, BUT I WILL DRIVE YOU WHERE YOU NEED TO GO….and it ain’t gonna be the skank’s trip to the liquor store. LOL Aren’t you proud of me???? I said NO!!!! AND STUCK TO IT. LOL
Constantine:
I am doing OK. Just living life and taking what comes along right now.
You sound like such an optimistic and fun person…I like that!
Louise- thank you. I hope so.. Maybe it is a little funny. 🙂
Fad- I’m so sorry but you are human it’s bound to happen. I swore I would never let my son (now 9 1/2 months) see my cry but I had a major breakdown last week and simply couldn’t help it. Your explanation was great. Screw jerkface! Try to be kind to yourself. I liked candys idea of pampering yourself a little. We all need some of that.
One joy- sorry to hear you are sick. Your posts have sounded so positive lately. Take good care of yourself. If you were here IDE give you some homemade chicken soup. We’ve been sick also.
Ooops posted on wrong thread. Damn! To tired to even post! Sorry.
You too, Louise!
Oh, and I forgot to mention, “Falling Water” is practically in my backyard! And I agree with you that Frank Wright was a genius, though my own tastes run more in the line of 18th century Georgian architecture. The “Spath Manor” that we were joking about has no appeal for me at all. But a few thousand wooded acres surrounding a nice 1750 style Georgian mansion is, I must admit, pretty much my version of “earthly paradise.”
(That, and a dreamy young governess with whom I could stroll through the gardens in my breeches, sword and periwig–perhaps while she read aloud from a volume of old poetry!)
Nevertheless, for an ultra modern kind of bloke, FLW was not half bad! However, close though it is, I’ve never actually been to Falling Water. I’ll have to put that on my “to do” list!
On that note, have a good night, Louise.
Your pal,
C.
Constantine:
Hmmmm, interesting…Falling Water is almost in my mom’s backyard!!! You should go…it’s beautiful. Even if you don’t like that type of architecture, the grounds are beautiful and as you know that whole area around there is beautiful.
Good talking with you. Have a good night and sweet dreams.
Duped,
keep up your spirits, it could very easily be polyps.
My doc told me I probably had throat cancer 2 years ago!
It was just my allergies, I developed a canker sore in my throat because I was accidentally eating wheat.
Constantine! Don’t talk back to your mother! 🙂
My prayers go out for both you and Duped.
Heh heh–much appreciated, Sky.