By Joyce Alexander, RNP (retired)
God, grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can,
and the wisdom to know the difference.
Reinhold Niebuhr
The definition of wisdom
Almost everyone is familiar with the above “serenity prayer,” which is used as part of its program by Alcoholics Anonymous. Until I looked it up, I didn’t know who actually wrote it. What is wisdom, though? Albert Einstein says, “Wisdom is not a product of schooling but of the lifelong attempt to acquire it.”
Still, that doesn’t tell us exactly what wisdom is. Wisdom is defined by Webster as:
1a: accumulated philosophic or scientific learning: knowledge
1b: ability to discern inner qualities and relationships: insight
1c: good sense: judgment
1d: generally accepted belief
2: a wise attitude, belief, or course of action
3: the teachings of the ancient wise men
According to the Bible, Solomon was the wisest man who ever lived. The story of him deciding who the real mother of a baby being fought over by two women is well known. He said, “I can’t tell who is telling the truth, so let’s just cut the baby in half, giving half to each.” Well, of course, the real mother said, “Oh, no, let her have it, don’t divide the baby.” Then he knew that the mother was the one who had the welfare of the infant first, and so he knew whose baby it was.
Solomon may have been “wise” enough to judge this case before his throne, after all, he wrote the book of Proverbs, which was filled with wise advice to his sons. However, in his own life, he didn’t always act wisely, especially where it came to women. He had hundreds of wives and concubines. He also let his children do evil. So even though he may have been wise in some areas, in others he was unwise.
Thomas Jefferson is my favorite president. I think his ideas of government finance were very wise; he demanded a totally balanced budget. However, in his own personal budget, he was a spendthrift and didn’t balance his budget in business or personal spending.
So we can see that we may have wisdom in some areas of our lives, and in other areas we may have little wisdom.
My wisdom gets sidetracked
I have found in my own case, that while I generally have “wisdom” in how I conduct myself with people, I frequently fall prey to the “love bomb” that we know psychopaths are so good at. I lack insight into people’s motives and actions if I allow my wisdom to be side tracked by a “love bomb” and allow my own vanity to blind me as to what I should do in dealing with that person.
There are times in my life that I have done things I knew were wrong, immoral, illegal, or just plain bad. But over all I have tried to live a morally upright life, in good graces with my friends, family, my community, and my God. I think most of us at Lovefraud are probably pretty much like I am in this respect. We have consciences, and we try to live within our consciences.
Unfortunately, not everyone has a conscience or empathy or the desire to live a morally upright life in good graces with friends, family, community and whatever Higher Power (if any) they believe in. To interact with this type of person we must learn what they are and how they behave. We must accept that they are not going to change and that nothing we can do is going to effect change with that person, or that relationship.
Maintaining serenity while dealing with a psychopath is extremely difficult. They twist reality (gas lighting), they pathologically lie, they divide our friends and family, and they slander us (smear campaign). They also keep us in the “spin cycle” by a thousand inconsequential problems that they create.
Healing comes from knowing
I’ve often said here that “healing starts out about them, but ends up being about us.” Each day I live makes that statement more firms in my opinion. We must learn about them, so that we know what we are dealing with. But if we get stuck in doing this, if we don’t advance past the learning about them, no matter how much we learn about them, we are not going to develop the wisdom to combat their evil.
After my husband’s death, I found among his papers this quote: “Experience is a hard teacher, she gives the test first, and the lesson afterward.” While writing this article, I found that the quote is attributed to Vernon Law. Psychopaths also give the “test first” and the lesson afterward, because we do not expect that a person can actually be that evil, that mean, that underhanded.
“He is truly wise who gains wisdom from another’s mishap” is another very true quote I ran across about wisdom. There was no citation of the origin, but that makes it no less true. That is one of the really great things in sharing our stories with each other. Not only do we validate each other, but we can gain from the experiences of others, without having to endure those hard lessons personally.
Accepting life
There is a great deal in life that we can’t change no matter what we do. We must accept that or we are like a moth pounding itself to death on the glass globe of a lantern. Accepting those things with a calm mind is difficult, but we can do so. As we move past learning about sociopaths, and move on to learning about ourselves, we gain the wisdom to discern the differences between what we can change and what we can’t and the courage to change what we can.
Hi To All,
Dorothy2, I think that I started to identify with him too much. I can be selfish, and I’m sure other non desirable things too…but the truth is I feel for and care deeply for every family/freind I have . When I make mistakes, I own it. I care very much when I do hurt another and I try very hard not to. I think in my hysteria of being confused by him on WTF actually happened, I allowed him to convince me I am as sick as he is…the dust is starting to settle and though I surely need to build proper boundaries…I can love and I don’t use people. So…I am at peace now knowing I am not like him.
Truthspeak, This experience humbled me too, and I agree with acceptance being huge.
Thx Ox Drover,
The knowledge…wisdom claification is…so true.
Thx again to you all for this place to get it thru my head and heart what my part was….slow but sure progress.
Blue
Just really meditating on acceptance today…
accepting that ..I loved a man…he did not love me.
” ” … he used me…I let him
” “…my boundaries were so weak, I did not protect myself from him
Accepting that even though I require respect, honoring treatment,faithfulness,reciprocity in giving and caring…I allowed myself to stay in a relationship where these things were not present with consistency.
Accept the fact that I disavowed my instincts …giving his words more credence than my own gut and spriritual guide within. I gave him my power….
A man who loves me, will not ask me for my power …he will not require that I hand over my power to protect my well being and then use that leverage to damage me.
Well learn to put my armor on, cloak myself in protective colors…stay concious. I went unconciuos with him…I accept this too.
Blue
Blue..AMEN. I basically prostituted myself, tolerated the intolerable, for companionship and the illusion of love. I loved him, yes but I loved the person he was pretending to be so that I didn’t see the person he was. I questioned the validity of his mask the entire time we were together and chose to accept his version rather than mine, all the while allowing myself to be taken advantage of and used for his selfish desires. Blah!
You said it perfectly. You really have a way with words. Thank you!
D2
I’ve been reading Anna’s blogs on various narcissistic topics and its really putting a lot into words I can hear. It’s the Narcissists Suck blog and her articles are incredible. All of these websites are amazing. LF, 180 Rule, Anna’s.
incredible wisdom.
Bluemosaic, one of the glaring truths about “acceptance” is that one is not morally, legally, or ethically obligated to “LIKE” what they’re choosing to accept as factual.
I bucked, whined, and fought my way through acceptance that the exspath set me up for a very long con to access my finances, only. All else was an illusion. I didn’t like this fact. Truth be told, I hated it. But, the choice to either accept the fact, or not, became a surrender of control for me. I couldn’t control whether the exspath’s illusion was fact or fiction – I did not have the power to alter the facts.
The ugly fact is that I loved an illusion – not a man who didn’t love me back. What was incapable of loving me back is an organism that walks, talks, eats, sleeps, eliminates, and goes through all of the motions of what “normal” human beings do, but he is utterly inhuman and only MIMICS a human being. So, accepting that fact allowed me to recognize that I have nothing to be ashamed of – no self-deprecation, no self-blame. I was targeted. I was set up. And, I was laid low by a predatory organism that mimics a human being.
“…accept the things I cannot change, and the wisdom to know the difference.” I cannot change the fact that the exspath was an illusionist. I cannot change the fact that I believed in the integrity of the illusion. I cannot change the fact of what was done to me for the sole purpose of money and access to it. I cannot change the fact that my finances are gone, and will NEVER be recovered. I cannot change Laws to my benefit. These are cold, hard, ugly, nasty, and unpleasant facts. But, I always have a CHOICE to either accept them, or not.
“Love” is not something that I have much faith in, anymore – certainly not romantic love. There’s always a catch with “love” and there are only 3 sources of unconditional love – agape. Pets, Great Creator, and myself. All others have underlying motives, even within platonic friendships and relationships. So, it’s a constant work-in-progress to secure my boundaries, across the boards. I don’t “like” this, either, but it’s given me the ability (luxurious ability) to pick, choose, and ignore whom I will allow into my circle.
Yepper……….lots of wisdom out there, and I’m drinking it all in as fast as I can. More than anything, I need to recover.
***Strictly Aside: I DO NOT refer to the exspath as “my exspath,” or “mine” in any discussion. As soon as the mask fell off, he ceased to belong to me on any level. He is THE exspath. THE spath. THE ex. He is nameless, faceless, and soul-less. I accept no association with any predatory human being.
Brightest blessings
Dorthy, we can learn from many sources…blogs, books, friends, spiritual mentors etc. but the things we learn are worthless unless we put them into PRACTICE.
That’s where the wisdom shows fruit in the form of recovery and healing….growing even.
We start out learning about THEM, but in the end, when we start to heal is when we must lear about OURSELVES, and as Donna said, face and resolve those childhood issues from our family of origin. We can do it. It’s work, and it takes time, but it iis well worth it.
Truthspeak, what a motivational post and I love your idea about not claiming THE SPATH. Another step in the right direction. When I sent the Spath my final parting email, after telling him that as far as I’m concerned he’s someone that I never knew, a fake and a parasitic imposter, then rescinded any declarations of caring about him, it was the first time I didn’t sign with I love and care about you no matter what or something to that effect.
That was a big move for me. It was a huge letting go and reflected that this was all a sham…..he is a sham. It was scary pushing the send button with those words on the page but looking back on it now, it was right. I will never say those words, the same words that flowed from his mouth sooooo easily from very early in the ” relationship “…… Too easily….., I will never say them again until I’m sure the person I say them to is someone who deserves to hear them.
Thanks Oxy, yes…..this all did start by me trying to learn about him….wanting to fix him…..wanting to KNOW what he really was and hoping he could turn the corner and be someone safe. What a clever trick I played on myself to get me to see ME! That’s what has happened and continues to happen through all the research and reading and blog comments and stories and articles.
I see now that I was not only having smoke blown up my ass by him but also by myself. I didn’t want to face the truth and accept the reality and he was more than happy to accommodate me in that way.
I’m certainly not making excuses for him but I do see the part I played and how it ties into my childhood pattern of trying to get those around me to change and be the parents I needed them to be….to be safe, to keep me safe.
Spath was actually my whole family wrapped up into one package. Elements of my mother, my father and my Spath brother all right there in front of me for my viewing pleasure. But I just didn’t want to “get it”. I SAW it but I didn’t want to get it.
Dorthy, that seeing but not believing is called “denial” and the trying to “fix” them is “enabling” them and my hand is waving wildly as I say ME TOO!!!! Though I did have some nurturing from my step father and my grandparents, I had none from my egg donor, and only abuse from P sperm donor once I got to know him.
I was programmed to be responsible for the happiness of others in my circle of friends and family. If someone was unhappy it was my fault and my responsibility to fix it. I also had t play “let’s pretend we’re a nice normal family” and more value was placed on what the neighbors thought about us than what we really WERE.
But even at 66 years old I am learning the things I should have learned as a child. Like Truthy says, too, ACCEPTING them is important. We don’t have to LIKE something to accept it as WHAT IS AND WHAT WE CAN NOT CHANGE. We can change the future but not the past. We learn, that’s knowledge, we put knowledge into practice, that’s wisdom. Wisdom leads to peace. Serenity.
Woke up in the muck of self-doubt. After more than 25 years of marriage and tears that could fill a bottle, I flipped through the Love Blog articles and came upon Serenity Prayer. My daughter asked me last night, incredulous, “You don’t want to see him anymore?” and the truth of that finality bore down upon me. I actually feel regret that it is over. I stand in a cell and stare at a prison door that has unlocked and flung open. I realize that the husband fed upon my grief in vampire fashion. I know that I can’t change him or my reality, even if that relationship produced nine off-spring, children I love. Dorothy2, you’re courage inspires me. Joyce, your article was a gentle push toward the door.