By Ox Drover
Many of you know that I have a background and interest in animal behavior, and that I look at the way animals behave and apply what I see to my own life.
I have two mammoth (horse-sized) donkeys (correctly called asses) named Fat and Hairy that I frequently talk about on the blog. Someone called them the Lovefraud mascots, because I talk about them so frequently.
I’ve ridden and owned various horses over the years and they are loveable creatures, but really not very bright. They will trust their safety to you without question once they are trained and will do what you tell them to, usually without protest, even if it gets them into a situation where they will be injured or killed. If they sense danger from a sudden loud noise or something else, they will frequently panic, and in their own panic and efforts to flee the supposed danger, they will injure themselves or run blindly directly into the danger.
Asses, on the other hand are quite bright and will never trust their safety to anyone except themselves. Because of this tendency to refuse to budge toward something they don’t personally think is safe, asses have become labeled “stubborn” and “hard headed” and “balky” and “uncooperative.” In fact, it is not the case at all! They are just very very self-protective and cautious. They will never trust their safety to someone they aren’t sure puts their safety as high a priority as they do.
In the wild, or even with some tame horses, if there is danger, a horse will just take off in all directions at once, but if an ass senses danger, he will assess the situation before he does anything. He will decide for himself to flee or fight, and if he decides to flee, he will make sure he is going in the direction away from the danger. Not so the horse.
Asses never panic. They put their own safety as the top priority and they know that panic puts them at a decided disadvantage in taking care of themselves, over having a cool head in a crisis. While a horse will run blindly in panic and fear, the ass will stop some distance away from the perceived threat and turn around to observe if it is necessary to keep on running.
Asses are not cowards and sometimes they feel it is necessary to fight to maintain their safety.They are quite capable fighters, using their teeth and all four feet as formidable weapons. Because of this tendency, they are frequently used as guardian animals for sheep, goats and other prey-type livestock. They will not allow a strange animal in their territory. I even have photos of a mule killing a cougar. (Mules are half-horse, half-ass hybrids, but have more ass characteristics than horse characteristics. They are quite bright and also take their own safety into their own hoofs.)
Even though both asses and their mule offspring have reputations for being stubborn and difficult to deal with, I see their intense consciousness for their own safety and wellbeing as a positive characteristic that we should all emulate.
A while back I was riding Fat Ass on a trail ride and we came around a bend and he saw something new to him and stopped to examine it before proceeding. It was a bright shiny new white fence, in contrast to the barbed wire fences he was familiar with. He observed and sniffed this fence from a safe distance until he decided it was harmless and then proceeded. If I had tried to force him to proceed before he was ready to proceed, he would never have gone. His attention would have been diverted from examining the potential danger to resisting my forcing him. I could have beaten him with an iron rod and he would never have moved. A horse, on the other hand would have said., in essence, “Okay, if you think it is safe and you are going to hit me, I will go on.” Not an ass. They have minds of their own and their own safety is uppermost in their minds, as it should be in ours.
Like a horse, I have left my own safety in the hands of others. I have let them force me into places that were not safe, because of the punishment they inflicted on me if I did not do their will. Instead of keeping my own safety uppermost in my mind, I allowed others to “rein me in” and “spur me on” into unknown dangers. I abdicated my own good sense and let someone else take over the reins.
When I panicked, when I finally did see the danger that I had allowed someone else to lead me into, I “rode off in all directions at once” like a panicked horse, running blindly, sometimes right into the danger itself. I fled sometimes when I should have stood and fought, and fought sometimes when I should have fled, because in my panic I didn’t take time to assess the situation and come to a reasonable decision about what I should do.
When I was injured, I concentrated on the injury itself, rather than taking myself out of danger of further injury as an ass would have done. I begged my abusers to stop beating me. I gave in to their demands that I do something I wasn’t sure about.
If a horse has been injured or mistreated, it may remain in a hyper-vigilant state of high stress and never be able to relax. It may become nervous and anxious all the time if it has been hurt or stalked. After my injuries by the psychopaths, I became the nervous horse, seeing danger behind every tree. Living in stressful terror and “waiting for the other shoe to fall.”
The ass however, does not live in a hyper-vigilant state. The ass is continually alert for danger, but not anxious. He doesn’t blow and snort and dance the way an anxious or nervous horse does. He has confidence in the best protector of his safety, himself.
Yea, I’m working on becoming an A.S.S.—-Assertive Survivor of a Sociopath!
Dear Nomore,
It takes each of us in his/her own time to SEE what is right before us. None of us want to believe what we SEE with our eyes but dont’ want to believe with our hearts; that someone we love has an evil heart—pure and simple. I ust finished reading abook for the third time in 3 weeks, about abuse and our pain. The author makes the point that “loss BY DECEPTION” is more painful than any other loss, even loss by death of someone we love. I firmly believe that. The losses I suffered by deception of those I loved was much more painful to me than the death of my husband and my beloved stepfather only months apart.
The pain of the betrayal fills our souls and saps our strength. I know it is so tiring to even try to think, much less write, but I also know that sharing your story, “debriefing” is another term, and being validated by someone(s) who does “get it” and believes in you, and believes you is also very uplifting, so when you are ready to share your story, or as much of it as you would like, feel free to do so here. People here DO GET IT, and do understand. I am so sorry that you are going through this trauma and abuse, but as much as we can be, the folks here at love fraud (and I think I can speak for all of the wonderful group of people here) will be here to “hold your cyber hand” as you progress on the road to healing. ((((hugs)))) and my prayers for your safety and sanity! Oxy ps thank your friend for her compliment to me, I do hope that I can encourage others, because I know that being here is good for ME!
“Loss by deception is more painful that any other loss-even a death”
I have thought that many times -even tried to explain this to others who look at me blankly. But, that’s the way I feel- when someone you love dies, you can take comfort that the person loved you and /or was a genuine friend. But when someone you love turns out to be a sp monster- you are left with nothing- just emptiness and often, as in my case having to watch helplessly while he begins the whole game anew with his new love.
I keep kicking myself that I seem to take one step forward and two steps back. I will try to keep reminding myself that , with time, I will slowly heal-I may never be the same person I was before, but hopefully will be stronger for the experience.
Blindsised – We hopefully will never be who we were before. This is the most painful way to learn that we must change our ways and learn to respect ourselves and to never be so inhumanly disrespected again…..
So….I have some movies from the library, but I didn’t work out today. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to work out or watch a DVD. So I did both! I watched an REM DVD and danced my ASS off (loosely sticking to topic). LOL Any other REM fans here?? They are my favorite band. I don’t think any of them are sociopaths, but Michael Stipe is more than a little strange.
I go to Blockbuster about once a week – they know me so well they dont even ask for my card – the X and I went there often. It took me along time to go there alone, I think the employee’s probably know I am alone these days – they are nice and friendy, I want to rent Doubt with Meryl – anything she does is good….
Dear Blindsided,
Yes, it is I think more painful. I also think, too, that our own participation in our own undoing makes it even more painful. The fact that they pick us out at our most vulnerable point is another thing that makes it painful. We were vulnerable (down or needy) at the time they picked us, and then while we were down, they made us thing they wer epicking us UP, but then they more or less said “April fool!!! You didn’t REALLY win the love-lotto!” and DROP us.
Oxy- Yes, I think you have got it exactly right. I was very vulnerable when sp found me- my daughter (my only child) had just left for college and I was left alone with my husband who I no longer love. Their radar must be great (people tell me he must have done this many, many times before because he was so good at it) because he zoned in on me immediately. Then, after 18 months of telling me how I deserved better etc. he dumps me.
Now he’s zoned in on a woman going through at divorse!
Hey, coming in very late but just wanted to say how much I enjoyed your post, OxDrover. Wonderful analogy. Helps put things in good perspective.
I’m feeling a little anxious today as tonight I may run into the SP in my life (I never know where he’ll show up at a venue, pretending to be “supportive” but just to rattle me, I think) or two of the couples he turned against me (but one of which I’m starting to think have some antisocial aspects of their own). They may boycott me instead, which is fine. I just never know. And I might run into them in one of the other events I attend by accident.
If there’s anyone on here who occasionally has to interact with their ex fake friends, how do you handle the anxiety? And the interaction? Sometimes I’m successful at avoiding them but sometimes I’m not.
Thanks for any insights or tips.
I am also interested in the answer to Skippy’s question. There was significant abuse by proxy in my case (and that of my late friend.)
Thanks
Skippy & Leah,
I wish I had the answer to that one. I have been fortunate that I have only run into the spathhole once when I was by myself. I was not at all prepared. I remember that my heart litterally jumped up into my throat. I just stared straight ahead, & got to my car & locked the doors. I had been coming out of walmart, just as he came in. I don’t go out at night much anymore. When I do have to go to walmart, I cruise the parking lot to make sure the coast is clear. To make matters worse, the skank he had the affair with when we were still married works there. I just try not tempt fate. It doesn’t bother me when I have had to take him to court, ’cause my lawyer is there.