A syndrome called post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) can affect victims of sociopaths. The trauma of losing love, friends, family, possessions and of enduring psychological/physical abuse is the cause of this disorder. To fight the symptoms of PTSD, it is helpful to understand the symptoms and how they relate to loss and trauma.
As I read through the current literature on PTSD, I quickly discovered that there is a fair amount of controversy regarding this disorder. We can actually learn about the disorder by listening to the arguments. The first question on which there is much disagreement is, “What trauma is severe enough to cause PTSD?” There were several editorials by experts disparaging the fact that everything from giving birth to a healthy baby to a boss yelling at an employee is now said to cause PTSD. Most experts are in favor of reserving this diagnosis for people who have suffered truly unusual life experiences, like kidnapping, rape, war, 911, etc.
The problem is that many people do experience severe stress reactions to difficult life circumstances. It remains to be determined what we should call these reactions.
Those of us healing from our relationship with a sociopath often vacillate between accepting the trauma and minimizing it. Thus, the argument about what kinds of trauma are severe enough to cause PTSD has a direct effect on us. The argument can leave us feeling weak, like we should be able to get over this. After all it wasn’t as bad as 911, Iraq or Katrina—or was it?
The second question is “what symptoms constitute PTSD?” The following table shows the most common symptoms seen in a group of 103 British men and women diagnosed by psychiatrists with PTSD (Current Medical Research Opinion, 2003):
Symptom | Frequency (n=103) |
Insomnia | 98 (95%) |
Anxiety at reminder cues | 96 (93%) |
Intrusive thoughts, images, sounds, sensations | 94 (91%) |
Irritability | 93 (91%) |
Poor concentration | 93 (91%) |
Diminished interest in significant activities | 88 (85%) |
Recurrent dreams of trauma | 86 (83%) |
Avoidance of activities or places associated with the trauma | 85 (83%) |
Foreshortening of expectations about the future | 80 (78%) |
Detachment from others | 78 (76%) |
Avoidance of thinking or conversing about the trauma | 75 (73%) |
Poor appetite | 69 (67%) |
Hypervigilance | 55 (53%) |
Startle reactions | 46 (45%) |
Acting or feeling as if the event was recurring | 37 (31%) |
Inability to recall parts of trauma (amnesia) | 19 (18%) |
I put up this table because I thought that a number of you would also endorse these symptoms. Notice that “acting or feeling as if the event was recurring” was really not that common. But similar symptoms, like “Intrusive thoughts, images sounds and sensations,” were very common. Amnesia was also uncommon. Startle reactions were only seen in half of the subjects.
A feeling of a foreshortened future is a particularly debilitating symptom because it impairs a person’s ability to plan for the future and leads to a sense of hopelessness. I will expand on this further, but I strongly believe this feeling of a foreshortened future has to do less with our thoughts about our past, and more with our thoughts about our present.
As I look at this list of symptoms, I am struck by the fact that many, many of those writing into Lovefraud complain of these symptoms, particularly nightmares. There is something special about having had emotional involvement with an aggressor that seems to produce nightmares. Since so many have all of the most common symptoms, I think it has to be that the trauma of life with a sociopath is severe enough to cause this disorder in many people.
Here’s where defining exactly what trauma is gets sticky. Rachael Yehuda, Ph.D., said in a recent article published on MedScape, “One of the things that biology has taught us is that PTSD represents a type of a response to trauma, but not the only type of response. It is a response that seems to be about the failure to consolidate a memory in such a way as to be able to be recalled without distress.” Well, this is precisely the definition that is too broad. I personally have a lot of memories that I experience or re-experience with distress. Yet these memories are not accompanied by the list of symptoms in the table above.
For me what made the experience traumatic was the truly life course-changing nature of the trauma. The answer to the question, “Will I ever be the same?” for me defines trauma significant enough to cause PTSD. The trauma that causes this disorder redefines us in a way that is different from other emotionally significant experiences. This trauma strikes at the core of our identity.
The final controversy surrounds the treatment of PTSD. Interestingly, there is no question that medications (SSRIs, particularly Zoloft) are very helpful. The problem is though that when a person goes to a physician and receives a medication, he/she is by definition “sick.” Assumption of a “sick role” or “victim identity” is one of the many factors that slow recovery from PTSD.
Many therapists are of the belief that “debriefing” or retelling the story is necessary for recovery. One group of researchers reviewed the studies on debriefing and concluded that there is no scientific evidence that it prevents PTSD. Instead, the evidence points to post-trauma factors like social support and “additional life stress” being most important.
How can we put this all together? Considering last week’s post, those who experience trauma serious enough to have stress hormone overdose as manifested by dissociation, are likely to also develop PTSD. An examination of the symptoms of PTSD reveals that at the core of the disorder is the fact that the person really doesn’t believe in his/her heart that the trauma has ended. PTSD is about ONGOING, not past, trauma. For those of us whose lives were assaulted by a sociopath, there is ongoing stress. The stress is the social isolation, financial ruin, and threatened further losses long after the relationship has ended. Those who recover from this without PTSD work hard to put the trauma behind them in every way.
Putting the trauma behind you does not mean you can’t take medication to help with the process. It does mean facing those bills, former friends, and other personal issues you want to avoid. Remember AVOIDANCE STRENGTHENS FEAR.
Above all, stop the ongoing trauma by ending contact with the sociopath. Do not assume a sick role, instead, work to stay healthy. Fight to be the person you want to be. Don’t allow this single experience to define you. Make living for today the place you love to be. As Louise Gallagher says in her recent post, “This is, in many ways, the greatest challenge of recovery — to accept the past is simply the route I took to get to where I am today, a place I love to be. The past cannot be changed. It cannot be altered. It cannot be made ‘better.’ It can only be accepted so that it, and I, may rest in peace with what was, eager to accept what is true in my life today.”
Blue, The thing is darlin GOD was in my corner! I see that now. He or She provided an escape route for me . The fundamentalist prayer group I used to go to were really No help, they kept encouraging me to STAY with my alcoholic husband.But God WAS on my side!
I think my sheer desperation and fear of being accidentally killed by either my ex or my older spath daughter, gave me the necessary rocket fuel to get the f- out, with virtually the clothes on my back, no money, but you know what? Everything came to me, cash, friends, work, a place to live, ans 6 months later I met my darling 2nd husband.
I should write a book about it all!Blue,trust the process, You ARE getting there!and {{HUGS!!}} Gem.XX
Bluejay and Silvermoon, big hugs for you both…
For me, the healing comes in fits and starts. Some days are so promising and full of healing light. Other days are full of deep, dark despair, and those are the days when I’m either fighting like mad, or giving in and allowing myself to sprial out of control. I guess that this is all part of being human.
No matter what we have been taught, or what has been expected of us, we are not perfect and we cannot be expected to carry the weight of the world. So, I have to force myself to pick and choose which burdens I can carry and set the ones that are too much for me to bear at the side of my healing path. At some point, either the Creator will pick that burden up, or it’ll just continue to sit by the path and decompose over time.
When I lost my spirituality and Faith, I think that was the darkest moment, yet. “Okay, God/Creator/Zeus, this is absolute bullshit, and I’d like to know precisely what this is all about!!! I’m tired of all of this, and I’m ready to pack it in!” That didn’t get me very far. I didn’t get the lightning bolt epiphany….BLAM!!!! THIS is what I’m supposed to be doing, and ….BLAM!!!! I’m finally HEALED!
Bit by bit, step by step, and moment by moment (sometimes, literally moment by moment), small, gentle, affirming events occur. Those are the moments that are whispers, “I’m still here – I never left. And, you’re okay, Buttons. You’re a human being, and you’re allowed to have your stumbles. Here, let me help you up, and dust you off. Now, let’s get moving – we’ve got a long way to go, yet.”
I thinkthe hardest part is that along with trust, my sense of belonging is shattered. I end up with the reality of being alone that I sought to best in finding a partner and accepting the illusion.
Of course, then, I believed it was real.
The devastating financial and social situation is a side product.
The world looks at me with suspicion because he is in jail and not because of anything I did but because of the association and the judgement I was an idiot. Therefore, it is justified in judging me harshly.
The reality of discovering all the underlying dysfunction that made me a prime target is painful. The people who were involved in it- my family will never admit. Never apologize. There will be no closure on those chapters either.
I don’t know what to think of it all. Its about proceeding and there are a few rope bridges to cross in that direction. There is nothing but to feel the fear, do it anyway and keep going the best you can.
The expectation that one day I will wake up from this nightmare and it will all be fine is far fetched. But I see what you describe Buttons that a little something, alittle bit of light everyday comes.
And that is the part of hope, that is the moment when delight is inspired.
And that is how an inspired life begins- no?
Silvermoon, nobody needs to know about your association unless it’s absolutely necessary. That’s one of the reasons that we got “hooked” by spaths in the first place – we gave them too much information, unknowingly.
The financial issues – yes. I’m still coping with those issues after leaving in 1996. I’ve been on welfare, faced homelessness, and all of the fears and feelings of inadequacy that go along with that. I promise that, as long as you take the bull by the horns, you will move forward down your healing path. Will you ever be able to trust, again? Maybe, but the trust will have to be earned, first, rather than given freely. Will you ever be free of financial issues? I can’t say one way or another, but some of the “richest” people I know don’t have two dimes to rub together, and they cope, manage, and practice resourcefulness and remain positive and hopeful.
What you’re experiencing is normal. You’re “allowed” to indulge in the hypervigilance, trust issues, etc., because you were HARMED…….YOU were harmed by another person, deliberately, and with malice. Just try not to let momentary indulgences become excuses or obsessions. Brighest blessings, my dear.
Well, in my case, trying to raise capital for a start up, unfortunately, I have to make sure I don’t have ANY secrets and there is no mistaking that I am doing the right thing, the right way as fast as I can because people check.
I’ve got the bull by the horms, but the problem is bringing him down fast enough to outrun the disasters.
I won’t say that I feel inadequate, I was fooled by someone who intended it. It is frustrating to suffer for it within the close relationships I;d counted on from family. But the Scotch – Irish are a tough bunch of souls. And a polluted gene pool.
Nothing I can do about it. And it does cause me sadness.
I am frustrated by being fearful of all of the horrible things which could happen to me and not having resources to deal with it. I am frustrated by the legal system that continually puts hoops before me without producing results.
Understand about excuses, there is not excuse. What is, is.
Right now, the frustration with moving forward and the sadness about what is real is pretty intense.
I am weary. I feel rattled on the inside. It costs much energy to be bright and transparent. I may afford moments of reflection about what is real and true.
The work which women have done to change their standing in our American society is far from over- although a year ago I might have said differently and I feel so aware of it now.
Its different in the West. Here it feels like a weight. And I am reminded of the notion of what if atlas shrugged? I tell you some days I think “I quit, let the takers have it all, they will destroy each other with it”.
I can afford musing and a reorder of philosophical perspective, I can afford to pray and to clear my mind-
But not delay. Not to hold back and not, for a minute to stop going forward. Even if I have to do it with a blister filled with anxiety over what has happened and what the light of truth reveals.
A psyche study reveals that people who are well liked are not any more successful than others. It is a revealing concept. The point is, its ok to be angry and demanding sometimes if it creates the results you need. So, I am musing, strategizing, feeling and working my way though to wounded innocence and toward righteous indignation.
It took 8 weeks to stop bargaining with God for the “insult”. It took that long for the dream to let go. Now I’m week 10 in the process and find that the grieving is substantial- not for the man who lied but for the me who wound up in a confusing, hellish place where there is judgement of who I am because of the poor judgement I made in believing.
Doesn’t matter if I like it. I have to deal with it. Homelessness not withstanding, fear irrespective, I get to wear the fact and I have to live it down. Yeah, I wish that there might be some embrasure that says don’t worry it will be ok and a little less tough reality. But there is a kind of love there too.
The most of the healing comes from hanging onto the planet with fingernails while these events unfold wildly in space and time finding here respite in the voice which echo- YEP, that’s it, that’s the way it is.
Bright blessings back to you.
A mature (over 50) lady gets pulled over for speeding…
Older Woman: Is there a problem, Officer?
Officer: Ma’am, you were speeding.
Older Woman: Oh, I see.
Officer: Can I see your license please?
Older Woman: I’d give it to you but I don’t have one.
Officer: Don’t have one?
Older Woman: Lost it, 4 years ago for drunk driving.
Officer: I see ….. Can I see your vehicle registration papers please.
Older Woman: I can’t do that.
Officer: Why not?
Older Woman: I stole this car.
Officer: Stole it?
Older Woman: Yes, and I killed and hacked up the owner.
Officer: You what?
Older Woman: His body parts are in plastic bags in the trunk if you want to see
The Officer looks at the woman and slowly backs away to his car and calls for back up. Within minutes 5 police cars circle the car. A senior officer slowly approaches the car, clasping his half drawn gun.
Officer 2: Ma’am, could you step out of your vehicle please! The woman steps out of her vehicle.
Older woman: Is there a problem sir?
Officer 2: One of my officers told me that you have stolen this car and murdered the owner.
Older Woman: Murdered the owner?
Officer 2: Yes, could you please open the trunk of your car, please.
The woman opens the trunk, revealing nothing but an empty trunk.
Officer 2: Is this your car, ma’am?
Older Woman: Yes, here are the registration papers.
The officer is quite stunned.
Officer 2: One of my officers claims that you do not have a driving license.
The woman digs into her handbag and pulls out a clutch purse and hands it to the officer.
The officer examines the license. He looks quite puzzled.
Officer 2: Thank you ma’am, one of my officers told me you didn’t have a license, that you stole this car, and that you murdered and hacked up the owner.
Older Woman: Bet the liar told you I was speeding, too.
Don’t Mess With Mature Ladies !
This just made me laugh. Yes, we can learn a lot from THEM!
silver – i wrote a long post to you at home, emailed it to myself, came to the library – and the damn thing didn’t show up. ergghhh. i wrote it before your anger showed itself so it may be a bit outdated. 🙂 i will post it as soon as i can. i don’t have enough time on the computer @....... the library to write long missives. respnding to you this AM was a huge help to me. i could see some things more clearly. so, thank you.
i have found that accessing anger about other things (like the dip shit lawyer and the un’do’ness of the legal process) helped me to access my anger about the ppath.
you are in my thoughts. you are going to get through this. no doubt in my mind. whatsoever.
Thanks one!
Good to see you.
Libraries smell good. Always enjoy them myself.
this one, unfortunately smells like stinky boy cologne.
Well so much for the sensory image of the intellect’s bucholic retrat…..
That does stink…..