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Psychopaths. They may ‘tell’ you who they really are.

What does a psychopath look like?

Psychopaths aren’t all like Hannibal Lecter. They’re not all criminals. They can look normal. But outward appearances are deceptive and they are masters of deceit. You’d never know just to look at them that their brains are different from mine and yours.

In a previous post I wrote about how their brains are wired differently.

psychopaths brain
lack of connections

The area of the brain affected is where emotions come from. This lack of connections means they are unable to deeply feel the emotions which can render the rest of us helpless: grief, shame, guilt, love, and, above all, empathy for others.

Psychopaths hide their true nature

Like the wolf in Red Riding Hood (Is your life a fairy tale?) the psychopath hides his/her true intentions. They have to do this in order to attract you to them. They know if you were aware they were only after your body, your money, your skills, your standing in society etc. you would never entertain them.

In order to attract you they pretend to be your perfect partner by copying you. They encourage you to talk about yourself and your likes and preferences so that they can fake being interested in the same things. Their ways of faking who they really are involve a multifaceted system of making you believe they truly care about you.

But they make mistakes. There are signs that give them away. They let the cat out of the bag without realising. While you may be familiar with the more obvious traits of psychopathy and the patterns of behaviour they employ to control and manipulate you, these ‘tells’ are involuntary clues to what’s really going on.

psychopaths let the cat out of the bag
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Psychopaths’ tells

Speech and Language

The way they talk and the language they use is often a sign that all may not be as you think.

Often they speak quietly and slowly. I’ve seen suggestions that this is to establish control by making you wait and listen hard. They may also pause mid- speech. They look as though they are deeply considering the topic when, in fact, they are calculating what’s the best thing to say next in order to protect their false persona.

Caught off guard, their choice of language can sound stilted, not quite on point, as if they were repeating speeches they’d heard in a film. They use inappropriate clichés or phrases and sayings they’ve heard somebody else use but they seem to be unaware that the particular phrase they’ve used is not transferable to a different situation.

Humour

They exhibit a juvenile sense of humour as if they never grew out of schoolboy jokes. Pranks amuse them. They enjoy setting somebody else up to be the brunt of their ‘jokes’. However, they can’t stand to be the target of anybody else’s pranks.

Other people’s misfortunes are highly entertaining. They like to sit back and congratulate themselves for not being so stupid as those in need.

Unnatural emotional responses
psychopaths lack true emotions
unable to react appropriately

Because they lack empathy for others they don’t know how to react to emotionally upsetting or stimulating situations. They copy what they’ve seen others doing in similar circumstances but may go over the top with their fake ‘grief’ or pretend ‘happiness’. They don’t truly feel it so they don’t know how much of a show of grief/joy to express.

Conversely when you’d expect an outpouring of emotion they can be completely cold and unmoved.

Presence of mind

Because they are always in self-preservation mode you can usually rely on them to act calmly in an emergency. They don’t panic because they’re not afraid. They can think rationally and focus on practicalities: they have the presence of mind to do this.

However, their theory of mind is undeveloped. They cannot see things from another person’s point of view nor do they connect their actions with consequences. They cannot allow that another’s expectations might be different from their own.

Exclamatory denials/admissions
psychopathic greed
greedy Billy Bunter

Billy Bunter is a character from children’s comic books. He was greedy and often stole other boys’ food parcels. In one scene, when approached by an angry-looking boy, Billy blurts out, “It wasn’t me who took your Swiss Roll (cake)”

This ‘blurting’ out before the other person has spoken is something psychopaths do when they feel cornered. Sometimes they blurt a denial which actually gives them away as in the Billy Bunter example.

Because they have no theory of mind and don’t pick up on others’ body language or facial expressions they can’t tell how you are feeling. For example, if you were nursing a stomach ache they might interpret your expression as having something to do with what’s in their own thinking and blurt “I haven’t been with another woman!”

These ‘out of the blue’ exclamations are clues to what is really going on behind your back.

Sense of smell
psychopaths poor sense of smell
psychopathic poor sense of smell

There’s usually something different about their sense of smell. Either they lack it completely or they can’t distinguish between familiar everyday aromas such as coffee and oranges. Again, this is due to non-existent/poor connectivity within that part of the brain governing olfaction rather than a medical condition such as nasal polyps or diabetes. Also, they are unable to distinguish between a pleasant aroma and a nasty stink.

Startle response

Normal people can be startled by sudden loud noises or movements or terrifying sights. We have bodily reactions. We may feel as though our hearts have skipped a beat or our feet might actually leave the ground when we ‘jump out of our skin’. Our pulse quickens, our eyes widen. We may throw out our arms then curl into a ball at a sudden and severe shock to the system.

Psychopaths do none of these things. They are not in the least perturbed by a vehicle backfiring that sounds like a gunshot and you can’t creep up behind them to make them jump.

Contagious yawning
psychopaths don't catch your yawns
yawning is contagious

Psychopaths don’t ‘catch’ yawns like the rest of us. This is a well-documented phenomenon based on several studies into the psychopathic brain.

Disclaimer: this post is the result of my research and personal observations. It is not intended as a diagnosis. As an author of fiction it’s fascinating for me to look deep into my characters’ personalities and discover these tell-tale signs.

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Free in January. People Who Hurt – a new book about covert abuse.

Free book for five days

free book
People Who Hurt -abusers and codependants – looking for answers

Sign up for your free copy of People Who Hurt. Publication date is January 2018. To coincide with the launch I’m offering the ebook free of charge on Amazon on all country platforms. Don’t worry if you don’t have a Kindle. You can download the Kindle app free and read on your tablet, laptop or phone.

(P:S: I’m English so I spell codependant with an ‘a’ it being a noun in the sense I’m using it. Codependent with an ‘e’ is an adjective in British English but I understand this last spelling is interchangeable elsewhere.)

Who is the book for?

Grammar police aside, this book is to help people understand the nature of covert abuse. I do not profess to diagnose anybody. I’m not seeking to influence others’ actions. In sharing my story I hope to reach others to let them know they are not alone in their confusion when experts in the field of personality disorders cannot agree on where the boundary lines lie between the differing disorders.

I am not an expert. I have no qualifications in this field. What I am qualified to say is how certain behaviours made me feel. It turns out these behaviours are so commonplace across the spectrum of disorders they have names of their own. You may already be familiar with some of them: gaslighting, projection, triangulation, silent treatment to name but a few.

Part memoir

People Who Hurt is part memoir, part informational. Using my own experience and data gathered from two years’ research into the subject of hidden abuse this new book shows how insidious passive aggressive behaviours can be. Many victims of this kind of treatment don’t know it is abuse. The abuser follows a pattern of behaviour designed to undermine their partner’s self confidence in order to gain control in the relationship. I give examples of the kinds of behaviour that leave victims confused, doubting and wondering whether the faults all lie with themselves.

Silence is one of the abuser’s best allies. I’ve remained silent long enough. I want to do my bit to raise awareness so I’m owning  my story and standing up to tell it.

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Edit: People Who Hurt is FREE on Friday January 26th.

Funny. What makes things humorous?

We’ve all got a funny bone

Actually it isn’t a bone. It’s the ulnar nerve. So why do we call it the funny bone?

There are two main ideas about that. One says it’s a pun on anatomy because the nerve runs along the humerus, which sounds like “humorous.” The other claims the nerve got its nickname because of the  odd (funny peculiar) feeling you experience after you hit it.

funny bone
funny ‘bone’

But humour hasn’t anything to do with your elbow unless when you bang it you make other people laugh. So . . .

What makes things funny?

Where do we register humour in our brains? Scott Weems tells us there’s been plenty of research into laughter.

His book Ha!: The Science of When We Laugh and Why explains in detail. But what about studying what it is that makes us laugh? Why do some of us find certain kinds of comedy funny but others don’t?

funny for life
humour is life enhancing

Humour appreciation appears to be based in the lower frontal lobes of the brain, a location associated with social and emotional judgment and planning according to imaging research. That might explain why people who have suffered strokes involving the lower frontal lobes of the brain may have alterations of personality which include loss of their sense of humour. Also why psychopaths whose brains are wired differently tend to have an infantile sense of humour.

Different types of funny

There are different kinds of humour including the following:

Affiliative humour – the style of humour used to enhance one’s relationships with others in a benevolent, positive manner. This style of humor is typically used in a benevolent, self accepting way. Individuals often use this kind of humour as a way to charm and amuse others, ease tension and improve relationships.

Self-enhancing humour is a style related to having a good-natured attitude toward life, having the ability to laugh at yourself, your circumstances and the idiosyncrasies of life in a constructive, non-detrimental manner.

Aggressive humour is a style potentially detrimental towards others. This type of humour is characterized by the use of sarcasm, put-downs, teasing, criticism, ridicule used at the expense of others. Aggressive humour often disregards the impact it might have on others. Prejudices such as racism & sexism are considered to be  aggressive humour.  At times it may seem like playful fun but sometimes the underlying intent is to harm or belittle others.

Self-defeating humour is characterised by the use of potentially detrimental humour towards the self in order to gain approval from others. Individuals high in this dimension engage in self-disparaging remarks where laughter is often at their own expense. Self-defeating humour often comes in the form of pleasing others by being the “butt” of the joke.

Does funny have a reason for being?

So what is the purpose of humour?

we need funny
what would life be without something funny?

Airing social taboos

If we can laugh at difficult subjects might we make it easier to discuss them? In my first collection of short stories Arsed End(s) I wrote about sexual harassment, boring relationships, funerals, infuriating hobbies and the end of the world. I’m a fan of dark humour. I think it has its place in this sub-category.

Social criticism

We can take a poke at local and national government, even specific ministers or presidents, corporations and institutions like Big Pharma or the police. George Orwell set his social criticism novel in a farmyard in Animal Farm. We could laugh at Napoleon the pig whereas in 1984 I don’t remember there being anything funny.

Consolidation of group membership

Jokes about one political party to confirm your allegiance to another. Humour based on the ‘easy’ life of a hospital consultant to establish membership of the junior doctor group. One football team against another. You get the picture.

Defence against fear and anxiety

Turning fears and anxiety into something to laugh about makes them less frightening: death, funerals, impotence, fear of flying, bad drivers etc.

Intellectual play

Clever sayings, puns and other plays on words. Witty reposts and dry one-liners. As Einstein said, creativity is intelligence having fun.

And that’s where I’d like us to leave it. Having fun. All this analysis of what makes things funny and how we assimilate that humorous information takes the shine off the fun, in my opinion. You have to wonder what the ancients laughed at. When some young blood cut his finger on his own sword in the Bronze Age you can bet the others didn’t sit around analysing what kind of funny they were sniggering at.

The oldest recorded joke in the history of mankind dates back to 1900 BC Sumeria:

“Something which has never occurred since time immemorial; a young woman did not fart in her husband’s lap”

It seems even the ancient Sumerians had a lavatorial sense of humour. I don’t get this ancient quip. I don’t find it at all funny. But I don’t know why. It doesn’t matter why. I obviously haven’t found all the answers yet to my questions about humour.

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Cheers! Have fun. Laugh a lot.

Take a Chance on Me

Take a chance on me. Who?

Who am I talking to? Who is it that needs to take a chance? What do the lyrics of the song say?

If you’re all alone when the pretty birds have flown,

Honey, I’m still free. Take a chance on me.

I loved Abba. And I loved the film Mamma Mia using Abba’s songs. The lyrics fitted the plot quite well. Okay, it was cheesy. The plot was thin. The acting, hmmm, predictable. But for a light-hearted romantic tale with some beautiful scenery thrown in, you could do worse.

And Julie Walters. Who could forget her rendition of the song? She wasn’t about to give up on the guy she had her sights on.

He looks terrified. But she keeps going. She’s willing to take the risk of asking him to take a chance.

So, what about me, then? Should I be getting out there doing a Julie Walters and targeting some bloke?

Err, no thank you. There are things I have to do first.

Who needs to take a chance on me?

I do.

I need to learn more about myself.

take a chance
questioning self

It’s a strange thing to reach this advanced stage in my life and come to the conclusion that there are things I still don’t know about myself. In my last post, I wrote about vulnerability. It isn’t a weakness. It’s the greatest strength humans possess – this willingness to be open and honest and take one’s chances in life with the people we meet.

But, see, the problems creep in when some of those people we meet don’t possess the same strength. They have ulterior motives. They hide them from you because they know if they were open and honest about what they had in mind, you’d run a mile. So they pretend to be something they’re not. Like the wolf in Red Hiding Hood featured in another previous post.

So, what’s a girl to do?

Keep Going

take a chance
four human endowments

How can we make the best of these attributes? It takes so much strength to overcome the negatives that sometimes come your way there are times when it’s easier to give in. You might think, ‘Is it all worth it?’ ‘What’s the point?’

The point is, what’s the alternative? You have to keep going. Don’t listen to those negatives in your thinking, telling you the bad stuff. You already know the bad stuff. The objective is to get out of the bad stuff.

take a chance
negative thoughts

I write from the heart. It’s who I am. I have all the tools I need to get out of the bad stuff and move on. Of the four endowments listed above I have conscience; I have independent will and I have an abundance of creative imagination.

I’m working on the self awareness.

I’ve identified areas of weakness.

You’d think I had all the confidence in the world if you knew the things I’ve done, the jobs I’ve had, the activities in which I took part. I won’t go into them all here and now. It’s enough to say I was never afraid to be in the public eye. Acting. Singing. Teaching. Selling my artwork at craft shows etc.

In the past I have had confidence to do many things. But when the aforementioned bad stuff comes along what happens to all that confidence?

It gets knocked out of you.

It’s a long haul upwards from the pit of overwhelming despair you find yourself in after years of emotional and psychological abuse. But, I’m hauling. I’m hauling.

I know some of my weaknesses. I make excuses for people who treat me badly. I don’t listen to my gut instincts telling me that something is wrong. I think I can make everything be okay when it’s obvious the situation is past redemption. I don’t like quitting when I should really walk away. I don’t have strong enough boundaries.

I’m finding out who I am.

take a chance
be yourself

Women of my generation learned from their mothers that the right thing to do is hang on in there when the relationship with the significant other faltered.

They didn’t have the pill in those days. They didn’t have the internet where all manner of information is readily available. They didn’t have the freedoms of women today. Many were completely dependent on their husbands.

Girls wanted marriage and a home of their own to start their own families. And in order to have those things it was necessary to have a good man to provide them. How lucky they considered themselves if they were Bobby’s Girl. If they wore his ring. If, if, if . . .

Girls grew up wanting to be chosen by the lad they had their eye on. My generation wasn’t taught how to be choosy instead.

So, here we are, then. Keeping going, recognising my own limitations so I don’t go and make the same mistakes all over again. Putting those boundaries in place. Learning how to recognise fakes and users.

Getting ready for whatever comes next. Writing from the heart.

take a chance
take a chance

The pretty birds have flown, Celia. You’re on your own now. You’re still free.

Wow!

 

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Daring not so greatly

Daring Greatly

Maybe we don’t realise how daring we are being when we write.

We just sit down and write words, don’t we? We write them in such a way as to make an entertaining story for our readers. We have a market in mind. There’s a particular women’s magazine that likes to see short stories about ordinary people with problems to face and how they overcome them. Another magazine prefers stories with a hopeful ending.

Blog readers want to read about the subject we’re known for. So we write blogs on topic and perhaps we do it with some humour and we add photos and memes and illustrations to make the whole thing attractive to the eye.

We want to connect

With our readers. With the world. We give of ourselves in our writing, not in a conscious way, I believe, but without deliberation. We are who we are and we give it. Give ourselves.  And by doing this we are exposing our vulnerabilities.

daring to be
daring to be

We give our opinions. We can’t help doing that. We don’t want to lecture but it’s almost impossible to write without giving opinions. They’re there in our writing whether we like it or not. Even when we don’t realise it, our opinions are hiding in the spaces between the words, between the lines.

My subtitle under the name of my website is ‘write from the heart’. It used to be ‘writer in Languedoc’ because I’d fallen in love with that part of France and couldn’t wait to write about it. I’d given my heart to a man and his son and moved there with them. After ten years he replaced me with another woman.

But I still love Languedoc and want to continue writing about it. I’m not strong enough to do that yet. Imagining the places I loved visiting or looking through my photographs still hurts me so I avoid it. I can’t write my Wicked Stepmother Chronicles now either because as well as losing my partner and my home, I’ve lost my stepson as well. Only insofar as I don’t get to see him everyday, though. When he comes to visit family in England he comes to see me too. So, you see, I wasn’t really Wicked. I made jokes about our differences. I gave my opinions on too many hours spent online gaming and the harm I thought it was doing. And my stepson understands this. He knows I was doing my best to help him make healthy choices. But it hurts that I can’t write either my Wednesday Vine Report or my Wicked Stepmother Chronicles because I’m somewhere else.

So today I’m writing something that isn’t hurting me.

daring courage
daring to be courageous

But it’s still from the heart. According to Brené Brown writing from the heart makes me courageous in the original sense of the word. I feel the things I write. And that makes me vulnerable. Here’s what Brené says:

She is FABULOUS. Watch all her videos. We can all learn from them. We can learn that it’s okay to be vulnerable. That it’s a necessary part of being human to feel our emotions. It saddens me that there are people who don’t have the opportunity to feel; people who are not only wearing shields or armour to protect them from their emotions but simply do not feel them in the first place. Or they experience emotions only in a shallow and fleeting way and to them vulnerability is the greatest weakness of all.

When I’m not writing posts for my website I’m writing about the people I’ve just described. I’ve known one intimately. He almost destroyed me. I thought I was weak, faulty, deficient in many ways. I was not enough of the things he wanted and too much of the things he came to despise. I know different now.

daring vulnerability
daring to be vulnerable

But I’m keeping my silence on the subject here on my website. For now. The book is coming along nicely and one day I’ll publish. Writing the book is giving me an inner strength and, encouraged by Brené Brown’s research, I know I’m doing the right thing.

daring strength
daring to be strong

It takes nerve to be vulnerable. It makes you nervous. You’re taking such risks in being human. Opening yourself to all manner of manipulation by deceitful people. But I have always been one who could cope with whatever life throws at me. I just wish it wouldn’t throw so much my way. Well, I’m still here. I’m still writing.

And now I can stop beating myself up. I’ve made my decision. I’m more informed. I’m not walking away from all the things that ‘give purpose and meaning to living’. I give of myself. It’s who I am. I want to continue loving life. I want to continue loving people.

daring to love
keep on loving

And keep on daring to be vulnerable.

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Silence is a dirty Yellow

Silence is supposed to be golden. Golden implies something of worth: a treasure. And I do think of silence like that, sometimes. I appreciate the quiet of a shady forest and a few snatched silent moments with a cup of tea at home after a busy, noisy day.

But there’s a place for everything. Staying silent when you ought to speak out against a wrong is cowardly in my opinion.

silence is dirty yellow
should you always keep quiet?

I don’t like having to keep my silence. But at the moment it’s probably the best way to go. I’ve taken down some of my previous posts in an effort to do what I hope is the right thing. At this moment.

silence is the best answer
keeping it simple

Words are powerful things. And you never know how somebody else might twist your intent. Words taken out of context are tricky. It’s quite possible that someone could make it look as if you said exactly the opposite from what you intended.

It’s so hard to stay silent when you’ve so much to say.

But needs must.

silence
Oh, I have plenty to say . . .

I have to carefully consider my options. Things are afoot. The very thought of those things makes my throat tighten. My stomach churns. My guts are all in a twist. I want to shout stuff from the top of the world. I want everybody to take notice and hear me. I want them to understand.

But I have to stay silent.

silence scream
I’m screaming, I’m screaming . . .

Please know that I’m not a coward. There is a very good reason for my silence at this time. I’m taking informed advice. I have to admit, it’s good advice. I can’t have things my way. I must do what’s sensible under the circumstances.

silence not a weakness
be patient

I’m exercising more strength in remaining silent than climbing to the top of the world and screaming my head off. You cannot begin to imagine what a hardship this is for me.

But I’m trying to find the positives in my new stance.

silence instead of rage
enigmatic silence?

I’m going to be very beautiful indeed, in that case.

There are a lot of lies being bandied about. My immediate reaction is to put people straight. Why should I have to suffer in silence? Don’t I have the right to tell the truth?

Yes. But not now. And not here.

silence and lies
the silent lie

I would rather have the freedom to tell my truth. Writing, as you know, is what I do when I feel well enough. I need the cathartic effect of writing my truth and it’s been taken from me. For now.

silence and struggle
writing as catharsis

My day will dawn. This I know.

I’m good at waiting. I’ve had a lifetime’s practice.

And when that day comes I’ll break this enforced silence on the subject at the heart of all these vague references. Friends and followers, bear with me, please.

I will not be silenced forever.

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The Other Woman. My change of heart.

The other woman. Who is she?

Everybody knows the phrase ‘the other woman’. Those three words immediately conjure up an image in our minds. The other woman is somebody to make you jealous, isn’t she? She’s stealing your man.  When you first heard about her your insides sank. Your mouth dried. Your whole body went into shock.

other woman
how is he treating both of you?

This has to be one of the worst moments in your life. You might dissolve in tears or maybe tempted to beg. Your insides are screaming at you to get this sorted to make it go away and your head is in such a muddle you can’t remember what you’ve said.

And then you get to thinking. She must be beautiful. Surely she must be everything he wants or he wouldn’t want to be with her. You wonder how long this has been going on? Has he been lying to you for weeks, months or years? Is he also lying to her?

A pattern of psychopathy

You see a pattern in his behaviour. He has changed overnight from a seemingly caring partner to a callous, heartless creature who is enjoying inflicting this pain on you. You do some research. You discover there are people who have no conscience, no sense of what it feels like to be on the receiving end of their cruelty. They feel no remorse. No empathy. Simply speaking, their brains are not wired for emotions.

psycho brain
no connections for emotions

The front part of a psychopathic brain shows a lack of response in the area which deals with emotions. People with this brain structure cannot feel the things we feel. Much research into this field has concentrated on the violent criminal type of psychopath. But what about the ‘ordinary’ men and women who have this same brain structure? How will their psychopathy affect the people with whom they have relationships? Have children?

In a Huffington Post article from April 2013 there is more information about this surprising phenomenon.

Can this knowledge help you?

So now you have your suspicions. You always felt that something wasn’t quite right but could never put your finger on what it was. Now that you are beginning to understand, how is this knowledge going to help you in your frightening situation?

He has another woman. You know he is planning to discard you and be with her. The other woman is now a fact. You realise that if he has psychopathic traits he is most definitely lying to both of you. It’s pathological with them. It’s who they are and what they do. They manipulate, manipulate, manipulate with lies and deceit until they get what they want.

At times you find a measure of comfort in common sense. You know, maybe from past experience, what the patterns are for somebody who is a cheater. The other woman will surely, at some point, find herself in the same situation as the one you’re facing now.

other woman

You feel angry

Anger kicks in. You feel you want to strike back. He has manipulated you for years, taking what he wants, doing only what he wants, using you until he became bored with you and looked for your replacement. You try to cope with your loss. You wonder if you were more like him you wouldn’t be in so much pain. You could be cold like him. You could be heartless like him. If you were more like him you could give as good as you got.

other woman
would it help to think like this?

It doesn’t help. You are not like him. You have deeply felt emotions. You cannot switch from one to another like turning off a tap. Human beings with empathy have real, physical responses to their emotions. Their stomachs react. Their muscles react. Their chemistry reacts. People with empathy can describe these reactions. They know how it FEELS. Psychopaths/Sociopaths/Narcissists don’t. They cannot describe what they’ve never experienced.

The other woman’s feelings

So how is the other woman feeling? She must be feeling how you felt in the beginning. She is in the glow of that wonderful ecstasy of being in love. Enamoured of him. She can’t believe how so right he is for her. Like you did, she is becoming hooked on her own bodily chemical reactions. Addicted to love. She had better beware.

other woman
at some point her doubts will begin

In the light of what you’ve learned about psychopathy you may begin to feel sorry for the other woman. She has yet to find out that she’s been chosen only because of what he can get out of her. When her usefulness has been exhausted she will be devalued and discarded in a similar manner to the one you are going through now. You torture yourself with thoughts that maybe they make a better match. Maybe it really is love this time for him.

He cannot love

No it isn’t. Not in the way you think of love. He’s happy he’s getting what he wants. That’s it. That’s all there is. And then he will be bored again. He might even be casting his net already.

I did feel sorry for the other woman. For a short time. I know her. I’ve been to her house. Remember, in an earlier post I explained how I guessed right first time who she was.

She isn’t beautiful. She is novel. And bearing in mind how my ex used to complain about the standards of my housekeeping she is a surprising choice. I need say no more. She was lonely. Vulnerable. An easy target.

other woman
the facts speak for themselves

So was I. He came into my life promising all the things I longed for. Now he’s doing it to her. She can’t believe her luck in finding such a terrific guy who actually loves her!

Poor thing.

Hang on. Wait a minute. There’s something else to take into consideration here.

Warnings

People have warned me about writing my story. Friends have suggested I need to be careful how much information I make public. It could ricochet, they say. It could cause me further harm somewhere down the line. He might be able to use it against me. Etc.

I will not be silenced. Keeping quiet about it is how abusers get away with their actions. I intend to keep on writing about my experiences in the hope that others may find comfort. When you feel like a victim you also feel alone. You need the support of others who understand to help you feel like a survivor instead.

other womanThere is an excellent website with tons of support round the clock from members who know exactly what you are going through. It’s called psychopath free and it’s a global community. There will always be somebody at the other end to listen to your problems. (Edit: this website is now closed to new members but articles are still available to read)

There are more websites and blogs on the subject and I am taking my place amongst them. If people want to unfriend me on social media they must do whatever is right for them. Writing is right for ME.

A change of heart

Here is my change of heart about the other woman in my story. Do I feel sorry for her now? Not any more. I’ve had plenty of time to think.

She KNEW I was ill last year. (Edit: 2014)  She KNEW I could hardly walk when she invited me to her house. She WATCHED me struggle with the pain of my CRPS. She SAW how I needed an arm to help me negotiate steep steps.

What kind of a woman makes herself available to a man whose long-term partner is so unwell?

Lonely and desperate are no excuse.

Her behaviour is as unforgivable as his regardless of how many lies he told her. They deserve one another.

And I WILL keep on writing about it.

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Creativity block.Emotional abuse

Where’s my creativity?

(Edited) I removed this post from public view in May 2015. Now I’m in the right place to re-release it)

I have a creativity block. I’ve posted on creativity before. In the early stages of my CRPS I was in so much pain I had no energy to write fiction. Constant pain and exhaustion, not to mention medication-induced nausea, put paid to creating new short stories or plot ideas for novels. I know about physical pain.  At the time I wrote that post I didn’t know a lot about the other kind of pain.

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saps your creativity

It’s been nearly two months since the cruel discard. In that time I’m learning to cope with losing my relationship, my home, my life in my adopted country and all the friends I made there. I miss my home and my friends. I want to have my own furniture around me. (I’m still staying with friends in their home) I long for the warmth of the climate in southern France. Cool breezes in the east of England don’t help the pain of CRPS. I miss distant mountains and blue skies, Languedoc vineyards and villages. I miss writing my Wednesday Vine Report here on my website. I miss choir rehearsals on Monday afternoons with wine and gossip at the bar in Capestang afterwards.

But I don’t miss him.

His verbal cruelty killed that. His cruelly callous treatment of me has ensured I never want to set eyes on him again. I don’t miss his face. I don’t miss his voice. Both were impostors. Both were lies.

I still yearn for the way I thought it used to be even though I now know it was all a pretence on his part. I still grieve for the lost dream.

But I don’t long for him.

My personal creativity block

I long for ME. The person I used to be. The one who was excited about her writing. The one who was full of ideas and couldn’t wait to get them down.

But my brain is crammed full of unpleasantness.

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what if it’s broken?

My heart isn’t in the right place. I want rid of the nastiness so I can concentrate on healing. I think it’s going to take a long time to break the creativity block. I’m going to have to get it out of my system before I’m free. Whenever I try to free my thinking from this frustrating situation, I’m disappointed. Free thinking doesn’t last long. I keep coming back to the same old, same old that’s troubling me. It’s like banging my head against a brick wall.

creativity brick wall
if I bang my head on it enough will I break through?

Creativity needs space. Space in your mind. And in your heart. Space in your intelligence. The right side of my brain where creativity comes from is all tied up with thoughts of what am I going to do? Where am I going to live? How am I going to be able to manage on my own? Do I stay in England or go back to France? What if he continues being awkward and refuses to pay me for my half of the house in France we furnished together?

creativity
my brain is overloaded

There’s no room left for creativity. Right now all I can write about is pure non-fiction: the stranger than fiction facts that have brought me to this place in my life. Until I’ve dealt with it and feel confident I can settle into a new life I’m stuck in this dark place. Fictionless. I can’t even read any.

On the website Insights on making ideas happen by Mark McGuinness there’s a list of things to help overcome creativity block. I’m concentrating on number four.

4. Personal problems.

Creativity demands focus — and it’s hard to concentrate if you’re getting divorced/ dealing with toddlers/battling an addiction/falling out with your best friend/grieving someone special/moving house/locked in a dispute with a neighbor. If you’re lucky, you’ll only have to deal with this kind of thing one at a time — but troubles often come in twos or threes.

Solution: There are basically two ways to approach a personal problem that is interfering with your creative work — either solve the problem or find ways of coping until it passes.

For the first option you may need some specialist help, or support from friends or family. And it may be worth taking a short-term break from work in order to resolve the issue and free yourself up for the future.

In both cases, it helps if you can treat your work as a refuge — an oasis of control and creative satisfaction in the midst of the bad stuff. Use your creative rituals to set your problems aside and focus for an hour, or a few, each day. When your work is done, you may even find you see your personal situation with a fresh eye.

I can’t comply with Mark’s first suggestion. I’m unable to solve the problem. As I write, I continue to depend on the goodwill of friends to put their roof over my head. Himself simply does not care about the situation he has deliberately caused.

And so I’m going to keep on writing about it. Maybe this will help break through the creativity block.

surviving the discard
writing as catharsis

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Passive aggression. Is it psychopathic?

What is passive aggression?

passive aggression
smile to your face; dagger in your back

Passive aggression is nasty. It’s what manipulative people do to hide behind. You can’t call them out on being openly objectionable. They’ll say you’re being silly; you’re looking to create bad feeling where none was intended. There you go again, over-analysing everything.

You can’t point out that they said they would do A and actually what they’ve presented you with is B because they’ll just deny saying it in the first place. You didn’t hear them properly. You misunderstood.

When they say they’ll be an hour, they’ll be all day. When they say they lost all track of the time, they’re covering up what they were really doing: being passive aggressive.

I’m no expert on psychopathy/sociopathy/narcissism. I can only speak from my own experience of being on the receiving end of confusing behaviours. I’ve still a lot to learn and, as I’m going along, I’m also learning more about myself. You’d think I’d know what was what at my age. It’s embarrassing to have to admit I’ve been duped into putting up with unacceptable behaviours for 10 years. I guess the old saying rings true: there’s no fool like an old fool.

But when you’re targeted at my age chances are you’ve been selected by a dysfunctional person who has had a lot of practice in duping partners. He’s a master. He’s learned which buttons to press. He has all his answers and excuses on the tip of his tongue. He knows which ones will work with you. For him, it’s a power game. He’s letting you know who is in charge here. He’s only ever going to do only what he wants to do. Don’t try to insist he does something that isn’t on his agenda. He’ll find enough displacement activities to last till this time next year. And don’t ever try to stop him from doing something he’s decided to do. Or you’ll be punished. But not in ways you’d expect.

passive aggration
you have to know how to recognise it

Always being late is a classic passive aggressive behaviour. Procrastination is his middle name. Promises? Forget ’em. He’ll dodge those promises and keep on ducking and diving all the while making it look as though you’re the one being unreasonable. And all the time he’s doing this he’s making it look to everybody else as if he’s the ideal partner, loving and kind. In reality, he is unable to form an emotional connection with you. He cannot deal with any problems in your relationship. He would rather simply walk away.

He forgets things ‘by mistake’. There might be a half-hearted apology but it won’t be sincere. Your personal belongings may go missing or even be broken and it’s such a small thing, isn’t it, why should you make a fuss over it? It’s just a glass candlestick – he didn’t see it there on the shelf. It’s only an ornament; you could always get another.passive aggression

If he feels slighted by you he will hold a grudge forever. Again, you will be punished. You might get the silent treatment. Either he completely ignores you or gives a one word answer. He will withdraw all intimacy between you. He is a sulking child who doesn’t know how to deal with adult differences in a grown-up way. Maybe he can’t cope with a real woman like you. Maybe he really needs a mother.passiveaggro5

 

Personal examples

In my previous post I wrote about the watering system that went into someone else’s garden rather than our own. I’d waited years for that to go into our own garden. He won a triple-dupe on that one by scoring ‘nice-guy’ points with a neighbour and being paid for the work at the same time as letting me down.

There’s a pretty resort I’d always wanted to visit just down the coast from where we lived. Every time we made arrangements to go something else would come up. There was always something he had to do first. That something would take the whole morning and then it would be too late to make the journey and be back in time for my stepson coming home from school. I never got to visit that place.

When he broke anything it was always just an ‘accident’. Except that it wasn’t. The things he broke were always items important to me. The glass candlestick was the one I’d bought to have on the table at the gathering after my mother’s funeral. If I had a favourite coffee cup it would be knocked against something and chipped. Another glass candle holder was the one my sister bought for me. He’d ‘accidentally’ spill chemicals on new bed linens I had bought. Drop china dishes and so on.

I had a Fire Dragon.

Duncan the Dragon
Duncan the Dragon

He sat on top of the log burner breathing his scented smoke. My sister bought him for me.

Nobody knows how he got broken. N said perhaps his son had knocked him over with his school bag. I don’t think so. What did I do? I wrote a short story featuring a broken ornament and how the ensuing ‘fix’ helped glue a troubled family back together. I sold the story to a UK women’s magazine.

Magazine artwork by Jane Stone
Magazine artwork by Jane Stone

When I look back at the time I was writing those words, I know now how much wishful thinking was going into it. The broken ornament was real: the hopeful ending was what I wish could have happened in my own life.

Why didn’t I act on my feelings? Why didn’t I read him the story and then tell him this was how I wished it could be for us?

Because he wouldn’t have cared. Actually, he wouldn’t have understood. There would have been another of those confusing conversations where I felt I had to explain human emotions to him. I knew there was no point. I was already conditioned to accept the way things were. His way.

I bet he was pissed off I’d turned a negative event into a positive and earned myself some money by selling the story. He wasn’t proud of my writing achievements. Never said so. He liked to tell me how well other people were doing instead.

Passive aggression is covert bullying

passive aggression
covert bullying

Look at the words in the illustration:

I could go through each one and give examples of how I tried to cope with all of them. N deployed each and every one, always shifting the goal posts so I never knew how I was supposed to react. I must have done the right thing most of the time: we were together 10 years. But as my usefulness wore out, particularly after my accident, communication became even more strained.

I changed tactics. I didn’t engage at all. I agreed with everything he said and walked away. Of course, I didn’t know he had his eye on his new woman to replace me so it wouldn’t have mattered what I did. There was only ever going to be one ending: the full discard with all its cruelty and callous tormenting.

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The strange thing is I hardly care about the other woman. I guessed who it was straight away. I’d seen how she looked at him; knew she was available to him. In some ways I feel sorry for her. She has just what he needs next: someone to help him through his poor language skills. She’ll be able to get him into the foreign social security system. Maybe she has some money. She’d better be careful with that. When he has got from her what he wants the devalue stage will begin.  I hope she doesn’t persevere for 10 years like I did.

I wouldn’t want him touching me ever again now I know what he’s capable of.

But I do care about my stepson. I wouldn’t have walked out on him had I not been forced. The most terrible thing that can happen to a young child had already happened: his mother had died when he was only three years old. Now he’s sixteen and he knows the truth of what his father has done. And he knows it isn’t my doing that I had to leave. I hope to continue a relationship with him but it won’t be easy hearing about what his father is doing.

So is this passive aggression linked with psychopathy? Not all passive aggressive people are psychopathic but I think passive aggressive behaviours are one of a psychopath’s tools to manipulate their victims.

I should have made a stand right at the beginning. I should not have tolerated it. I deserve better.

disrespect(to be continued)

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After the discard. How to get beyond it.

What can you do after the discard? Not a lot. It’s impossible to think straight let alone make any decisions. You are in a state of shock. You can hardly put a sentence together. How are you supposed to begin planning the rest of your life?

How the discard affects you

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You don’t know what to do. You don’t know why this is happening to you. You tell your closest friends and they look at you as though you’re the one telling lies. In your head you go over and over things said and done, looking for something, anything that might have made a difference to the way it’s turned out.

He’s always been so charming, hasn’t he? So affable. So helpful. Hasn’t he always been more than willing to drop everything and go rushing to someone else’s aid? In my case, N went to fix somebody else’s hot water problems when our own water was actually turned off waiting for him to finish the job he’d started at home. The garden watering system we’d bought to save me from lugging heavy watering cans went into somebody else’s garden – work that he was paid for – money that went into his own pocket.

But for me it’s not about the money. It’s about being relegated again. My own needs and desires were always pushed so far down his priority list they dropped off the bottom and were forgotten. It was much more important to him to impress somebody else, even a stranger, rather than complete his responsibilities at home.

And I allowed it to continue. I accepted that was how he chose to be. I put my own needs on the back burner rather than create a fuss. I didn’t know this was typical of the devalue stage of his planning.

His public face

This is so important to him. You’ve no idea the lengths he’ll go to protect it.

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N did not give to charity. N did not drop a coin or two into a collection box. N had no sympathy for people who had fallen on hard times.

But he volunteered to  transport equipment to and from a local cancer support drop- in- centre once a month. Actually, not as a true volunteer – he was paid for it. Again, money that went into his own pocket.

But didn’t the ladies think he was wonderful! So helpful. So kind.

Now that I know what I know, I bet he was scouting for his next target, looking for a suitable and useful person to supply him with his own needs.

How he plans the discard

Make no mistake; he plans it. He might not have a long-term plan for the rest of his life in mind, but he plans your discard with precision. Especially when it comes to his precious finances.

This is from Linda Martinez-Lewi   Ph.D. clinical expert

Narcissistic spouses are irritated and disgusted with spouses who are ill, have injuries or chronic physical problems. This cramps their style and doesn’t suit their high flying energy. Besides, it’s dreadful for their grandiose image. In many instances they find another partner and quickly plan to replace the spouse who has psychological or emotional problems or is going through a painful illness. Narcissists are without mercy or empathy. It is not part of their psychological makeup. After the divorce the spouse in great need and crisis is quickly abandoned like a piece of paper flying in an errant wind. Often there are no warnings that this individual is going to be abandoned and left without financial resources that have been purposely depleted by the narcissistic spouse.’

Here’s a link to Linda’s  website: where you’ll find lots of information about this type of non-personality.

Remember when my son came to visit in January? In my previous post I wrote about N’s crocodile tears recalling the day I was knocked down by a car.

He had already put into place his plan to discard me.

He had already opened up a new bank account in his name only ready to transfer funds he was planning to remove from our joint account. As he sat there, lying to my son, he knew it was only going to be a matter of days before he dropped the bombshell.

So what were the sobs about? Who knows? Maybe he was feeling sorry for himself. He certainly wasn’t feeling sorry for me. Perhaps they were tears of relief that soon his ordeal would be over. He’d had to stand by me, hadn’t he, during my period of recovery? Had to keep that public face in place. There was no way he could have discarded me when I was in such a state. What would people have thought of him? No. He’d had to wait a whole year. Another whole year pretending to be the caring partner looking after someone who could give him no supply because she was so tied up with herself.

From April 2014 I attended a day clinic for my CRPS. During that time I tried to remain positive. I had 4 months of non-stop treatments for which I’m eternally grateful to the French health system. When I returned home at 4pm I’d be so exhausted I had to go to bed and sleep.

I believe he was lining up his new supply then. While I was recovering from my injuries he was worming his way into someone else’s heart. He didn’t need to do much persuading. She was lonely. She must have felt flattered that he was showing interest in her.

How he chooses his next supply

Rule 1: She must have something he needs.

Rule 2: There are no other rules.

It isn’t about what she looks like. It isn’t about her age. It’s all about him and what he needs next.

It might be her money if he’s used up all yours. It might be her connections if he’s isolated you from all yours. It might be her health and energy if you’re ill. Whatever the reason, it won’t be because of love. He doesn’t give love. He doesn’t know what it is.

One breath at a time

So much has happened to you in such a short time. You are still struggling to come to terms with the speed with which you were cast aside as though you never existed.

But people break up all the time, don’t they? Relationships do fail. These things happen. But not this way. Not with all those cruel remarks. Not with callous disregard of your feelings. Not waving his happy, new life under your nose while planning to take away your dignity, your home, your relationships with other members of his family and your friends. Not leaving you without adequate funds to organise your removal from his life and his bullying. This way is not normal.

Decent human beings show some compassion for the one they no longer love. It hurts them to hurt you. They feel a sense of loss too. Maybe they feel a little guilty if they’ve deceived you. Perhaps they have regret too for the dream that died.

Sociopaths/Psychopaths/Narcissists feel none of these things.

noemotionsTake one breath at a time. That’s how to get through the next minute, the next hour, the next day.

Recovery is a long way off yet. Give yourself time. Allow your feelings to have voice.wherehaveIgonewrong(to be continued)

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