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!
Meg: I missed “my” man so much. He was my identity, I was Dick Head’s girlfriend, I felt security in that, that is why I stayed so long in a relationship that wasn’t “right”. I knew something was wrong but I ignored it out of fear. We had fun times, I missed his smile and jokes, I missed the intimacy, I still loved him and it took time for my mind to wrap around that it was over, I thought we would always be together. I tended to just think of the good times. I have wasted 33 years of my life waiting for the guys to change, I just wanted to be loved and cherished, something I wouldn’t give myself. I just think to myself” right now, in this present moment, I am OK. I need to get a job, to keep busy doing fun things, I don’t think about all this as much when I am busy. You will slowly begin to feel better. Sometimes I would want to call him because the anxiety would become so great, but I knew I would get no relief from him.
These days I am grieving over falling for the S that came along after my ex. I was so needy and loaned him $1,000’s of dollars. I can see that it is not about him, but about me and the choices I am making and the thoughts I am thinking. I have forgiven myself, I did some stupid things, but I am still here, and so are you, and we are going to get through this.
I think everyone is walking around with emotional pain, and I don’t think I’d want to trade mine for someone else’s. Isn’t there some kind of saying about that? or a story? I can’t remember it.
Meg: I too miss the sociopath- the man I loved and thought was my best friend. However, I know that the person I miss was a fake, a great actor- and when the mask came off -when he devalued and discarded me- he turned into a monster right before my eyes. I have been practicing NC too- even when he e-mailed and left a voice mail on my birthday, I did not repond ( it was hard). This week has been hard too. Due, I’m quite sure, to some sleazy work practice (fudging reports rather than doing the actual work perhaps) he was suspended from work for five days. Of course, I have wanted to contact him, but I resisted. From afar, I will watch him self-destruct.- and am glad I am no loner associated with him. Be strong- I cried every day for a long time, but I cry less lately. Keep seeing the therapist- that helps too.
Dear Blindsided,
Well, sounds like he IS on a self destruct coure….and he should be. Many times they do self destruct, so keep the faith and be good to yourself. Glad you are doing better. (((hugs))))
blindsided31: Yes, when I was discarded I knew I would never have anything to do wih him again, but I still cried and cried and grieved. Suspended for 5 days? Too bad! HaHa
Shabby–
what this man did to me at the end– although he blamed me b/c of something i said under huuuuge stress and evil doing by his bro—
what he did–the discard was blatantly evil. Sadistic even. Oh my god it is horrible.
so why would I long for the person that did it? Or actually– the person BEFORE he did it?
so- why do i not feel like you– just cry and grieve and get over it?
why do i feel that the person I fell in love with– reALLy is in there/somewhere?–
you know folks–
i truly wonder how much this has to do with my being adopted–
always wondered- from time I was five—
“What did I do wrong?” “Why didn’t they keep me?” “If they only knew how talented and smart and pretty and good I am– they would have kept me” I used to even think as a little girl that “I wouldn’t eat that much—”
Oh– I don’t know–
maybe it was brainwashing– by his use of amazing sex–
yeah– ask me in the height of arousal if I want to “grow old with you”? If I want to have a child with you (He knew I never wanted any–)
He also knew I have no real family and an abusive past. How demonic. I feel molested.
shit– it was like he raped my soul.
maybe this is what I am not able to let go of.
it is not like I can confront my abuser and get my feelings out.
It’s not like I can go to court and get some money to help with bills and medical bills and therapy and relocating and getting my dog back and getting a job– and everything I had to give to goodwill just to get out of the state.
I am so humiliated.
i appreciate you all.
and then mine inherited 3 million– the moment he discarded me actually.
How am I not supposed to feel like trash?
akitameg:
I got rid of mine in November. Last week, when I was waiting for a flight to Puerto Vallarta, I had to fight down the urge to text message him from the airport — “innocently” making it look like I was texting someone else and telling them to meet me at the American Airlines Admiral Club for a drink to celebrate our trip.
And then I stopped myself because I realized that as lousy as I feel mentally and physically, no good could come out of any contact with him.
Also, I think you need to let go of the “if I only hadn’t said X on that last night, he would still be here.” Sugar, trust me when I say that it wouldn’t have mattered if you said something as basic as “the sky is blue.” He still would have done the D and D.
My therapist gave me some advice which I follow. He said whenever I start to miss S, think of the bedbugs he dragged into my apartment or some absolutely hellish thing he did to me to counter that so-called “warm” feeling toward S I was experiencing.
In your case, I still remember vividly one of your early posts where you recounted how he was kneeling on your neck trying to kill you. That memory would certainly work for me.
Regarding whether your being adopted has to some relationship with your S, I can’t speak to your being adopted so much as your adoptive mother who wasn’t there for you early on because she was mentally and physically ill. A lot of us on this site had parents who weren’t there for us and couldn’t give us what we needed — which conditioned us perfectly by the time our sociopaths entered our lives.
meg: Yes, that does sound evil and sadistic. It is mind bending to think that someone could say these things and not mean them, because we don’t think that way. The hurt is horrible. My dad left when I was a young girl, I have always had a terror of abandonment in my relationships, is that me still reacting as a child? I wonder about that too. I don’t know if I’m over everything or anything yet, still have been feeling deep sadness, so I started anti-depressants again.
You can cry and grieve, that is normal of course, but do not think bad thoughts about yourself, the things you are thinking about yourself are making you feel like trash, you can change the way you think about yourself. All my life I thought to myself “I’m fugly, fugly, fugly” HaHa, and guess what? I’m not fat or ugly, I don’t say that to myself anymore. I say “Chic, you are pretty, good enough, fabulous and I love you!” I can think whatever I want to about myself and I am not going to let one man decide my worth as a person. I used to do that, but there are 6 billion people on this earth, how can I give all my power away to one person? And God loves me, he does not make mistakes, I have to keep reminding myself of that!!
Meg: Just because he trashed me didn’t instantly stop me from loving him (or like you said, the person you thought he was before the D&D). I still miss him terribly- the fantasy person that he was pretending to be. But I have realized that NC is a good policy- as much pain as I have been in, re-contacting him will set you way back.
And yea-suspended for 5 days!!- not easy to accomplish where I work, it has to be something pretty serious. It is one of the last steps in progressive discipline before you are terminated. My friends kept telling me “what goes around comes around”. For a long time I didn’t believe it, but WOW, since he dumped me he’s not only had these major job problems, but both his parents have gotten sick so he probably does not have much time for his new “love” ( if she hasn’t yet figured out what a sleeze ball he is and dumped him).
Dear Akitameg,
Feeling disconnected from your spirit. I understand this. It took a very long time for me to feel reconnected. Somehow, I let the BM get deep into my spirit and he tap danced on the most delicate parts of my being. I was pretty bruised up inside for quite a long time.
I was just reading your comment aloud to Boyfriend, AKA Dr. Brad. He wants to add his 2 cents. Dr. Brad says, “My advice is to start dating a healthy man as soon as possible.” Thanks Dr. Brad. He’s off to bed now… oh if it were only that simple… Anyway.. as we all know, it is not easy to find a quality person especially if our “picker” isn’t working at optimal capacity. :o)
I think your link to your feelings about being adopted is very interesting. Check with yourself and see if there is something about trying to be “good enough” connected with this man.. in your mind.
The thing is Meg,
YOU ARE GOOD ENOUGH.
HE IS NOT!
That is the delusion. You are yearning for the delusion… to be “good enough” for him. He is all smoke and mirrors. YOU are real and caring and kind and loving and talented and and and…. :o)
Remember the LF Classic “He is the Lie from hello to goodbye.”
Or find some other tidbit of wisdom that you can use to yank yourself out of the reverie when you start to long for “him.” You are longing for how he made you feel about yourself at those heightened moments.. yes? no?
Strive to feel your FABULOUSNESS without him.
If you truly feel your own worth, then no one can give it to you one second and then take it back the next… because your SELF-worth is YOUR OWN!
Keep trudging along to NC Land. NC is where it’s at. It’s where the ASS Club meets. Bring you hat! Bring you darts!
Smart ASSes UNITE!
You are doing so great with your NC.
Keep on keepin’ on!
All the best.. Aloha