I admit to slacking quite a on the dating profile of the week. The time I've been devoting to my blog has mostly been spent on entries with real content and the POW has been left behind.
In order to make it up to my readers a bit, there are two profiles of the week, this time. It made sense because they both fall into the same category. See if you can recognize the theme.
Profile 1 is courtesy of Plenty of Fish user Sincerenow2118.
Seeking a male. Must be at least close to six feet tall or better. Please no out of state responses. If you are dating someone don't message me please. Must have your own place and vehicle. Must know How to treat a lady. No booty calls here.
Profile 2 comes from sannyjo3231, also on POF.
Made a few changes on my profile..
1st .. not your baby.. you have to earn that
2nd.. looking for fun means just that.. and for those of you that assume it means I want to **** your brains out..GET OVER YOURSELVES.
3rd.. I'm gonna leave this one open for now because I have a feeling I'm gonna need to update again.
And yes, those are their entire profiles. Of course, the thing they have in common is bitching about who's been messaging them and sharing absolutely nothing about themselves.
Way to draw a man in with all of your fantastic qualities, ladies. I'm certain I speak for most of the English speaking world when I say I'm baffled why you're single.
Happy Dating, readers!
Tuesday, July 11, 2017
OKCupid's Value Proposition
When I began working on this entry, I reached out to OK Cupid, asking for generic information on their questions, personality algorithm, etc. but received no response.
While enduring the online dating process, I'd found each site to have its own set of positives and negatives; OKCupid was no different. If you've never perused it, it's like other sites, in that users plug in their basics of age, height, body type, etc. and (on occasion) complete a few short essay sections on various topics. However, its value proposition is that it generates a personality profile for each user, so you can quickly see how romantic, spiritual, kinky, adventurous, etc. someone is. This is accomplished by the user completing questions, relating to religion, lifestyle, sex, dating, and so on. Sort of a cut rate e-harmony, if you will. In addition to providing your own answers, you may also select what response(s) you'll accept from potential mates. Finally, you can weigh the question with respect to how important it is to you. This allows OKC to determine how well you match with other respective users. The more questions where your responses agree, the higher the match. Surely, this is a good thing, right? Knowing, before you even send an email, that the other person's religion and lifestyle are compatible with yours can only be positive, right? Yes, it would be a great, but it doesn't seem to work out that way.
To better understand why I think the system is less than effective, we'll begin by taking a look at my own OKC generated personality profile.
Most of us tend to disagree with chunks of any personality assessment they receive, but on certain traits, mine isn't even in the ballpark. Those who know me will agree the top attributes are spot on, as are the calculations on spirituality and wholesomeness (or lack thereof). So, those are accurate. However, right now, almost every woman I've dated (some of whom read this blog) is calling 'bullshit' on the conclusion that I'm less romantic and energetic.
It would be understandable for readers to think 'he's just mad because it figured out how lacking he is on things women find important'. However, if you read on, it'll become clear that's not the case.
Anyway, as OKC failed to provide insight on how they calculate these traits, I resorted to searching their website for clues. Something that touts their team of psychologists who've developed a patented algorithm, based upon years of scientific data.
However, the only reference to the process I could locate was this:
That's the best you could come up with? You're claiming to have an understanding of each user's personality but can't even conjure a bullshit explanation to validate said claim? If they can't come up with some plausible BS on how the system works, why would I have any confidence they're able to to draw meaningful conclusions about someone's personality? Hell, it's a free site, so one gets what one pays for.
In order to be fair, and partially out of curiosity, I reviewed all 397 questions I'd answered, searching for those related to my energy level. Surely I'd forgotten the ones pertaining to exercise, triathlons, or where I identified the sloth as my spirit animal. Except there weren't any. I couldn't identify one question that could be correlated to someone's energy level. Which leads me to a question I asked of OKC - How is it decided which attribute(s) are associated with each question? Some are obvious; the one above would provide an excellent indication of spirituality. Others, looked at sideways, through squinty eyes could potentially be distantly associated with other traits. Conversely, traits appear with no sort of substance to back them up, such as in my profile. Keep those thoughts in mind when reading the additional questions below.
What bothers me most about an inaccurate personality profile is how it impacts the interest of potential partners on the site. Again, I'll use mine as an example. If you're a lovely lady looking for a partner who's warm, kind, and will make you feel loved, you'll close my profile in a hurry, once you see I'm cold and make roadkill look like the Energizer Bunny. Surely, I'm not the only one whose cute little bar graph bears little resemblance to reality.
It seems clear the personality profile's accuracy is highly suspect, due to either the algorithm itself or the coding of questions.
As I mentioned earlier, OKC also calculates a percentage of how well users match each other. According to the site, this is based solely on how your responses match up with those chosen as acceptable by the other user and is not influenced by users' respective personality profiles. Seems pretty straightforward, right? Hard to mess up 'do their answers line up or not', right? As you'll see, much of the matching is inherently suspect as well.
Why is that? Well, the first flaw affects both the personality profile as well as user matching. That's poor wording of questions.
As they begin to answer questions, the first thing an observant OKC user will notice is that a large number of them center on absolutes and theoretical situations with no context. Words such as 'always', 'never', 'anything', 'right', and 'wrong' are commonplace. I highly doubt any of us live in a world of absolutes. 'Never' becomes 'very rarely' under the right circumstances. And just because something is 'right' doesn't mean it's important enough for us to actually do. You get the idea.
Here's an excellent example of the absolute world of OKC questions.
Perhaps my less adventurous side is showing, but I think trying anything once is pretty dumb. Because anything includes eating blowfish at a restaurant where the chef decided to give it a go (google eating blowfish and you'll understand). Anything includes activities prefaced by 'hold my beer'. And so on. Having traveled around the globe numerous times, I've become very open to new experiences, however, fugu fish at Denny's isn't one of them. Therefore, I chose 'not for me' as my answer to the question. Once that choice was made, my 'less adventurous' trait grew larger. Seriously, I checked before and after and the bar moved.
Had the question been centered on how open you were to new experiences in food, travel, sport, etc., my answer would have been quite different.
Why are so many of the questions garbage? Because one of the site's key source for them is its users. I know this because I dated someone who wrote several that the site used. One thing I didn't ask her was who determines how answers to those questions are interpreted and what personality traits they're associated with. We know it's not a team of psychologists. Clearly this is an issue, as I noted previously.
These first two are poster children for why users shouldn't be able to choose acceptable responses from others. In both cases, my willingness or lack thereof to date quiet people or those outside my race wasn't acceptable to them.
Why would she care who I dated, if it wasn't her? Is she a racist? Does she feel the need to enforce her beliefs on others? Or is her ability to utilize logic on par with a newt? Let's face it, those are the only potential reasons for her to answer in this manner.
Here's another example:
Most users take issue with my willingness to sleep with someone on the first date or satisfy a partner's desire to play out a rape fantasy. It's not as though 'you' are expected to do these things. Just because you don't have a rape fantasy doesn't mean other women shouldn't. In fact, I've met....never mind.
Here are two interrelated questions that leave me befuddled. Both questions are from the same woman's profile, although again, I see these responses from multiple users. Basically, what you're saying is you've got an issue with me dating you. Think about it.
Finally, a few that flat out mystify me.
I could go on, because other people's responses truly are the gifts that keep on giving. The entertainment value is the only reason I still have a profile on the site (although I'll kill it shortly after this article goes live). My lack of energy and romance insure I'm ignored anyway. Again, my point here is each time someone chooses poorly, it drives their matching percentages down versus those who don't provide those sorts of responses. I've seen more than one profile stating not to contact them if they don't match by x% or greater, so there are folks that rely on that feature. A feature that's driven to inaccuracy by badly worded questions and some rather odd folks.
To summarize, we've established both OKC's personality profiles and matching figures can be less than accurate, due to highly suspect algorithms, poor wording of questions, and user error. Despite that, you might be surprised I consider some of the questions to bring value, when considering whether to interact with a particular person. So long as you focus on basic, unambiguous questions individually, and ignore others' acceptable answers, one can quickly determine compatibility on religion, sex, lifestyle, and a few other aspects. These are often the areas where incompatibility is fatal to a relationship, anyway.
While enduring the online dating process, I'd found each site to have its own set of positives and negatives; OKCupid was no different. If you've never perused it, it's like other sites, in that users plug in their basics of age, height, body type, etc. and (on occasion) complete a few short essay sections on various topics. However, its value proposition is that it generates a personality profile for each user, so you can quickly see how romantic, spiritual, kinky, adventurous, etc. someone is. This is accomplished by the user completing questions, relating to religion, lifestyle, sex, dating, and so on. Sort of a cut rate e-harmony, if you will. In addition to providing your own answers, you may also select what response(s) you'll accept from potential mates. Finally, you can weigh the question with respect to how important it is to you. This allows OKC to determine how well you match with other respective users. The more questions where your responses agree, the higher the match. Surely, this is a good thing, right? Knowing, before you even send an email, that the other person's religion and lifestyle are compatible with yours can only be positive, right? Yes, it would be a great, but it doesn't seem to work out that way.
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| Example of an OKC question |
To better understand why I think the system is less than effective, we'll begin by taking a look at my own OKC generated personality profile.
It would be understandable for readers to think 'he's just mad because it figured out how lacking he is on things women find important'. However, if you read on, it'll become clear that's not the case.
Anyway, as OKC failed to provide insight on how they calculate these traits, I resorted to searching their website for clues. Something that touts their team of psychologists who've developed a patented algorithm, based upon years of scientific data.
However, the only reference to the process I could locate was this:
That's the best you could come up with? You're claiming to have an understanding of each user's personality but can't even conjure a bullshit explanation to validate said claim? If they can't come up with some plausible BS on how the system works, why would I have any confidence they're able to to draw meaningful conclusions about someone's personality? Hell, it's a free site, so one gets what one pays for.
In order to be fair, and partially out of curiosity, I reviewed all 397 questions I'd answered, searching for those related to my energy level. Surely I'd forgotten the ones pertaining to exercise, triathlons, or where I identified the sloth as my spirit animal. Except there weren't any. I couldn't identify one question that could be correlated to someone's energy level. Which leads me to a question I asked of OKC - How is it decided which attribute(s) are associated with each question? Some are obvious; the one above would provide an excellent indication of spirituality. Others, looked at sideways, through squinty eyes could potentially be distantly associated with other traits. Conversely, traits appear with no sort of substance to back them up, such as in my profile. Keep those thoughts in mind when reading the additional questions below.
What bothers me most about an inaccurate personality profile is how it impacts the interest of potential partners on the site. Again, I'll use mine as an example. If you're a lovely lady looking for a partner who's warm, kind, and will make you feel loved, you'll close my profile in a hurry, once you see I'm cold and make roadkill look like the Energizer Bunny. Surely, I'm not the only one whose cute little bar graph bears little resemblance to reality.
It seems clear the personality profile's accuracy is highly suspect, due to either the algorithm itself or the coding of questions.
As I mentioned earlier, OKC also calculates a percentage of how well users match each other. According to the site, this is based solely on how your responses match up with those chosen as acceptable by the other user and is not influenced by users' respective personality profiles. Seems pretty straightforward, right? Hard to mess up 'do their answers line up or not', right? As you'll see, much of the matching is inherently suspect as well.
Why is that? Well, the first flaw affects both the personality profile as well as user matching. That's poor wording of questions.
As they begin to answer questions, the first thing an observant OKC user will notice is that a large number of them center on absolutes and theoretical situations with no context. Words such as 'always', 'never', 'anything', 'right', and 'wrong' are commonplace. I highly doubt any of us live in a world of absolutes. 'Never' becomes 'very rarely' under the right circumstances. And just because something is 'right' doesn't mean it's important enough for us to actually do. You get the idea.
Here's an excellent example of the absolute world of OKC questions.
Perhaps my less adventurous side is showing, but I think trying anything once is pretty dumb. Because anything includes eating blowfish at a restaurant where the chef decided to give it a go (google eating blowfish and you'll understand). Anything includes activities prefaced by 'hold my beer'. And so on. Having traveled around the globe numerous times, I've become very open to new experiences, however, fugu fish at Denny's isn't one of them. Therefore, I chose 'not for me' as my answer to the question. Once that choice was made, my 'less adventurous' trait grew larger. Seriously, I checked before and after and the bar moved.
Had the question been centered on how open you were to new experiences in food, travel, sport, etc., my answer would have been quite different.
Why are so many of the questions garbage? Because one of the site's key source for them is its users. I know this because I dated someone who wrote several that the site used. One thing I didn't ask her was who determines how answers to those questions are interpreted and what personality traits they're associated with. We know it's not a team of psychologists. Clearly this is an issue, as I noted previously.
The question above provides another example of asking the wrong question. The answer is an easy one for me. I firmly don't believe it's a requirement to communicate daily. That doesn't mean I don't communicate daily, because I typically do; I want to hear my partner's voice and connect. A much better question would have asked how frequently you typically communicate with your partner. There's another question which pertains to being generous with gifts and such, but the question asked whether it was an obligation. Some people don't have the means or opportunity to do either for the ones they love. I'm fortunate enough that I can do those things, yet I still don't consider it an obligation. There's nothing special about complying with an obligation. There are so many questions that could be of value, if only they asked about the user's typical behavior.
You may be thinking I'm taking the questions too literally; that I should consider the intent of each one. To that, I'd say I answer the questions as they're asked and don't have the energy (ZING!) or interest to try to interpret each one. As someone who's involved in market research, where each question gets reviewed multiple times before seeing the light of day, I have an issue with studies where questions seem to be thrown in without any proofreading whatsoever.
Now that the dead horse has been properly beaten, we can move on to the final issue with the survey; users' ability to specify what answer(s) they find acceptable from other members.
The following are all questions / responses pulled from real profiles; my response is on the bottom and an active female user's on the top. Red indicates an unacceptable answer from the party whose response is in that color. These are all representative of trends I've encountered and not outliars.
The following are all questions / responses pulled from real profiles; my response is on the bottom and an active female user's on the top. Red indicates an unacceptable answer from the party whose response is in that color. These are all representative of trends I've encountered and not outliars.
These first two are poster children for why users shouldn't be able to choose acceptable responses from others. In both cases, my willingness or lack thereof to date quiet people or those outside my race wasn't acceptable to them.Why would she care who I dated, if it wasn't her? Is she a racist? Does she feel the need to enforce her beliefs on others? Or is her ability to utilize logic on par with a newt? Let's face it, those are the only potential reasons for her to answer in this manner.
Here's another example:
Aside from my nitpicking the wording and grammar of the question, I'm left to wonder why you care whether or not I want my mate to 'smell good'. If I want to date the worst smelling woman in the world, what business is that of yours?
My responses appear in red 90% of the time with this pair of questions as well.
My responses appear in red 90% of the time with this pair of questions as well.
Most users take issue with my willingness to sleep with someone on the first date or satisfy a partner's desire to play out a rape fantasy. It's not as though 'you' are expected to do these things. Just because you don't have a rape fantasy doesn't mean other women shouldn't. In fact, I've met....never mind.
Here are two interrelated questions that leave me befuddled. Both questions are from the same woman's profile, although again, I see these responses from multiple users. Basically, what you're saying is you've got an issue with me dating you. Think about it.
Finally, a few that flat out mystify me.
You don't eat in bed, but it's important I do? Were this question in the sex section, I could understand where there might be some ambiguity. I've been amazed by how frequently agreeing with a user is unacceptable to them.
Some have strong opinions in the oddest places. Fuck, how did I get this one wrong? Again, not uncommon.
This is probably my favorite example to support my point. This woman doesn't know what a safeword is, yet she apparently takes issue that I do. Either you're lying, and know what a safeword is, or just a special kind of stupid.
This is probably my favorite example to support my point. This woman doesn't know what a safeword is, yet she apparently takes issue that I do. Either you're lying, and know what a safeword is, or just a special kind of stupid.
To summarize, we've established both OKC's personality profiles and matching figures can be less than accurate, due to highly suspect algorithms, poor wording of questions, and user error. Despite that, you might be surprised I consider some of the questions to bring value, when considering whether to interact with a particular person. So long as you focus on basic, unambiguous questions individually, and ignore others' acceptable answers, one can quickly determine compatibility on religion, sex, lifestyle, and a few other aspects. These are often the areas where incompatibility is fatal to a relationship, anyway.
As always, I welcome feedback from my readers, both positive and not so much.
For those who have clicked over from OKC (I've hotlinked to this entry in my profile), I genuinely want your feedback on any of what I've written. If I'm so obtuse as to not understand, please edify me; explain the error of my ways. Or just call me a jackass, like some other readers. Feel free to use the comments section or email me at theinsightfulbachelor@gmail.com.
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Mental Illness By The Numbers
This is Part 2 of a set of entries revolving around the same topic. In Part 1, we established definitions for a few terms I've used and will continue to use. This entry will be a sort of fact check on prevalence of those with mental health issues within my dating demographic. Am I allowing my frustration to cloud my judgment or am I correct in my assertion that you're more likely to encounter someone with mental illness, in my dating demographic, than one without?
Some of my readers have taken me to task on that very topic and insist something in my subconscious causes me seek out the broken. That it's a reflection of me and not the population. Because someone being wrong in the internet is intolerable, I've taken some time to research and locate relevant data to either support my claim or discredit it. However, before I share what I've found, I'll make a crucial point, which is I don't write about everything that happens to me. I've dated women who seem to be perfectly well adjusted and provided not a hint of being broken. But these women didn't work out, for one reason or another. They're not interesting enough for me to put the effort into writing about, so I doubt the material would grab my readers' attention. Let's be honest, it's the fucked up stuff that people want to hear about; people can't turn away from a train wreck. So that's mostly what I write about.
Important Words and Stuff: Before I go any further, I'd like to make my position on mental illness crystal clear. While it may seem that I'm flip about the topic and uncaring of those who suffer, nothing could be further from the truth. I do not in any way, shape, or form, consider those suffering from a mental illness to be defective, nor do I seek to marginalize them in any way (with the noted exception of those who refuse to even consider treatment for obvious conditions). I can both sympathize and empathize with those who struggle to maintain some sense of normalcy in their lives, despite the voices in their heads telling them they're not good enough, that they don't deserve happiness, etc. In most cases, these issues didn't develop on their own or because someone's 'defective'. Abandonment issues, for example, require multiple traumas to develop; traumas inflicted by others. The affected women I've encountered, have almost invariably been kind, warm, caring, engaging, intelligent, and very much deserving of someone's love. But because one or more very important people in their lives have hurt them deeply, their brain compels them to act in a manner that destroys their relationships. It's heartbreaking to see such amazing women act in such a self-destructive manner. However, they can also break the heart of those who might come to love them. Therefore, I don't want to wind up in a doomed relationship with one. Not wanting to date someone with a mental illness is not the same as feeling they should be tossed aside. It's a big distinction that I felt needed to be made.
As usual, it'll seem like I'm picking on women but, aside from the usual caveat that I don't date men, I'll also point out that according the NIH, women are 50% more likely to suffer from mental illness than men. This shouldn't be surprising because, as I mentioned above, a wide array of mental illnesses have their genesis in trauma; trauma inflicted mostly by men. There are a number of other factors for the disparity between sexes that I won't go into, because I'd just be plagiarizing this article on the topic. It's worth a read.
About The Data: In every instance, the data I'm using applies to any mental illness, as listed in the DSM. This guidebook is rather comprehensive, categorizing everything from psychosis to phobias to depression, so the numbers include everything, except where noted. Again, no data provided sufficient granularity except for studies on certain conditions which tend to make folks completely non-functional as people. That's of no value here. I'll say this again, when I state that X demographic is Y% more likely to experience mental illness, said mental illness could be anything from depression to complete psychosis.
My goal was to discover the incidence of mental illness in separated or divorced, college educated women between the ages of 40 to 50 (my dating demographic). It should come as no surprise that level of granularity doesn't exist. However, the data that is available allows us to sort of back into a number, albeit with some educated guesses. For example, all of the data sets I've found have too wide a range (26-49) for this exercise. However, when viewing a graph of what sets I have found, it's clear that the incidence of mental health illnesses peaks in the thirties and forties, so there will be some weighting involved there.
Takes a deep breath.... So, with all of that being said, let's see what I found. Every study I've found indicates a rather sizable gap between the likelihood of mental illness in married people versus separated or divorced. The logic is somewhat self-evident. A stable (even if not stellar) home life will often not only prevent some mental illness from metastasizing, but also mask existing issues. For example, a woman who's been even somewhat happily married for two decades isn't as likely to suffer from abandonment issues as one who's been divorced twice. Also, it would follow that more virulent mental illness may be the cause for some to be divorced. Certainly, this was the case with my ex-wife, whose borderline personality disorder destroyed our marriage.
And here's the actual data, for you numbers types.
We'll start by establishing a baseline.
26% of adult population suffer with a diagnosable or serious mental illness (NIH)
Women are 50% more likely than men in general. (NIH)
That extrapolates to 31% of women.
Throw in a 5% bump (see above) to ballpark an adjustment for women in their 40's and you ultimately reach a incidence of 33%.
However, this doesn't take marital status into consideration.
The only base data I could find, with respect to marital status was a source (Robins and Regier, 1991, p. 334) that says 44% divorced or separated have mental illness versus 24% for married people. In that case, if we adjust for women being 50% more likely to experience mental illness, we reach a number of 66%, with no age adjustment.
If we stick with the 31% baseline number, from the first scenario, and apply another data set I've found (Marital Status and Psychiatric Disorders, Journal of Health and Social Behavior, June 1992), the impact is even worse. According to this study, separated/divorced women are 2.59 times more likely than married women to suffer mental illness. Now, you're at 80% on the very low side. I don't necessarily buy into the magnitude of that particular data since the sample size isn't as large as I'd like it to be.
Regardless of which data you use, it supports my assertion that in my target demographic, you are more likely to find yourself dating someone with mental illness than not. Granted, it could be anything from depression to anxiety to multiple personality disorder, but that's the best I could find, short of funding a study of my own, which won't happen.
Stay tuned for Part 3 of this series, in which I whine, wallow in self-pity, and wonder if I'm being unreasonable. It'll be fun.
Wednesday, June 14, 2017
Whackjob - Earning The Title
My last entry, on love and loss, left me feeling a bit melancholy and sorry for myself, wondering whether I'll ever fall in love again. However, it also kicked my brain into overdrive. This will be the first of two or three back to back entries further exploring a recurring topic in my blog; mental illness and dating. This one will establish a few definitions as well as serve as a platform for a mild rant. It may be offensive to some; they are welcome to go view cat memes instead. Worth noting is these entries are not references to the woman I noted in the love and loss. I wanted to make that clear because I know she'll read them.
Regular readers of my blog know that I’m nothing if not understanding of those with mental health challenges. That I have had more than my share of exposure to those suffering from various issues and have first hand knowledge of how lives can be turned upside down. I've always offered my support to those suffering these people and written a great deal on my experiences.
One thing I've taken flak for in the past has been my characterization of certain women (again, no experience with guys) as broken. That such a term is hurtful, stereotypical, and further stigmatizes mental illness. I've ignored this criticism and will continue to use the term for a few reasons. First, it might make be helpful to define broken, in the context of humans.
Broken (adj). - Suffering from a treatable or curable mental health condition whereby said condition significantly impacts or prohibits that person's ability to form or maintain a healthy relationship with others.
I've shared numerous examples of encounters with broken women in this blog. While most have serious signs of abandonment issues or intimacy issues, I've no doubt there are other conditions I've not been able to identify. I've noted a few of those in this blog as well. Regardless, they are all mostly incapable of having a healthy relationship. And while it's a bit stereotypical to lump them together, it would make entries unreadable were I to be so granular each time the topic came up.
To those who consider the term to stigmatize mental illness, go look at cat memes. Every time I encounter someone in whom I identify a mental illness (in the context of dating), I am incredibly supportive and urge them to seek treatment. I've never considered the term to be derogatory when I've used it. Of course, I'd be happy to never encounter a broken woman again, but that's a bit much to ask (more on that to come).
Not every person who can't build a healthy relationship is broken. Some merely have their heads up their asses, either with unreasonable expectations, being self-centered, chronically immature, etc. Others are just pathologically odd, but these people don't suffer with a diagnosable mental illness. These are the fuckups because, they have no excuse to be well, fucked up. I think we've all encountered a few of these people in our lives, although since I've jettisoned most quickly, I have no way of knowing whether they're broken as well.
Fuckup (noun) - someone without a diagnosable mental health issue yet causes havoc for those in their life
Having defined broken and fuckup, we'll move on to the title appellation and explore the whackjob.
Whackjob (noun) - A person with a treatable or curable mental health condition whereby said condition repeatedly causes harm to those around them but they never seek treatment despite overwhelming evidence of a condition existing.
Essentially, a whackjob is someone who's broken and despite overwhelming empirical evidence of their abnormal behavior, refuses to admit they're in need of treatment. The whackjob is where my kindness and understanding leaves the building because not only do they cause harm to others, they repeat the cycle over and over again. You may think I have an issue with whackjobs because of the harm they've caused to me, but it's much more than that. It's damage to the truly innocent who can't run away that make me dislike whackjobs so much. And yep, this term does stigmatize those who fall into it. That's intentional because if we call them for what they really are, perhaps they'll take responsibility for themselves. I tend to use this term quite sparingly, reserved only for the truly deserving.
My ex-wife represents an absolute perfect example of a whackjob. Her borderline personality disorder harmed many many people who I don't think she'd want to inflict that upon. Bullet points are probably best to document both behavior and impact.
While she made my life a living hell for almost a decade, it was her family and children who suffered the most. It's one thing to hurt someone who's a grownup and can extricate themselves from the situation but another to cause grave mental injury to defenseless children. Regardless of your ability to self-justify, anyone could see such behavior as being abnormal. She solidified her whackjob status after I sat down with her (after separating) and outlined all of this and more to reach the conclusion she had BPD. Like most borderlines do, she told me I was out of my mind and tried to get me to drop it.
One doesn't need as severe a condition as BPD to become a whackjob. I wound up in a one night stand with a woman exhibiting such nasty intimacy issues that she tried her best to disassociate herself from the event and left the house at a run when I tried to hold her after sex. You and I both know this wasn't a one off; it's a pattern in her life. But running from various men's homes doesn't seem to have made an impact. Shame too, because I really liked her.
And I get that the mind has ways of rationalizing your behavior and protecting itself. Hell, borderlines have been known to unintentionally, subconsciously 'rewrite' memories to where they could pass a lie detector test with their version of events. But. for most whackjobs, there just has to be a point where the evidence becomes so overwhelming they can’t ignore they’ve got some serious fucking issues. Certainly, those people exist, but they can't really function in society. When you're lying about your conduct, because you know it's aberrant, there's no way you can convince me you're unaware you're a mess. And that's one of the things I've asked the potential whackjob. 'Did you tell your friends what you did and why you did it?'
More importantly, how can you be so self-centered as to continue with the same behavior, inflicting pain and suffering on every person who comes to care for you? Instead of reaching out to an appropriate mental health professional and addressing your issues to take some fucking responsibility for your actions? When someone sits your ass down and provides pretty compelling evidence of your condition? When you know damned well it's hurting those you say you love?
(This is not a rant on my ex-wife. While some of the above applies only to her, the majority is relevant with other whackjobs I've encountered as well.)
I have no time for whackjobs and absolutely hate encountering them because they consider only themselves and not those who love them.
I warned you that kindness had left the building.
Now that I've got all of that off my chest, I have one final term to define. These are the people who are just odd or screwy. While they're not screwy in a manner that repeatedly damages them or others who care about them, they are screwy nonetheless. These are the people we shall refer to as normal, because let's face it, we're all a bit screwed up in some way. For that reason, you'll never see me refer to anyone as screwy.
Screwy (noun) - Normal
In my next entry, we'll delve into some numbers.
In the meantime, stay healthy, friends...
Regular readers of my blog know that I’m nothing if not understanding of those with mental health challenges. That I have had more than my share of exposure to those suffering from various issues and have first hand knowledge of how lives can be turned upside down. I've always offered my support to those suffering these people and written a great deal on my experiences.
One thing I've taken flak for in the past has been my characterization of certain women (again, no experience with guys) as broken. That such a term is hurtful, stereotypical, and further stigmatizes mental illness. I've ignored this criticism and will continue to use the term for a few reasons. First, it might make be helpful to define broken, in the context of humans.
Broken (adj). - Suffering from a treatable or curable mental health condition whereby said condition significantly impacts or prohibits that person's ability to form or maintain a healthy relationship with others.
I've shared numerous examples of encounters with broken women in this blog. While most have serious signs of abandonment issues or intimacy issues, I've no doubt there are other conditions I've not been able to identify. I've noted a few of those in this blog as well. Regardless, they are all mostly incapable of having a healthy relationship. And while it's a bit stereotypical to lump them together, it would make entries unreadable were I to be so granular each time the topic came up.
To those who consider the term to stigmatize mental illness, go look at cat memes. Every time I encounter someone in whom I identify a mental illness (in the context of dating), I am incredibly supportive and urge them to seek treatment. I've never considered the term to be derogatory when I've used it. Of course, I'd be happy to never encounter a broken woman again, but that's a bit much to ask (more on that to come).
Not every person who can't build a healthy relationship is broken. Some merely have their heads up their asses, either with unreasonable expectations, being self-centered, chronically immature, etc. Others are just pathologically odd, but these people don't suffer with a diagnosable mental illness. These are the fuckups because, they have no excuse to be well, fucked up. I think we've all encountered a few of these people in our lives, although since I've jettisoned most quickly, I have no way of knowing whether they're broken as well.
Fuckup (noun) - someone without a diagnosable mental health issue yet causes havoc for those in their life
Having defined broken and fuckup, we'll move on to the title appellation and explore the whackjob.
Whackjob (noun) - A person with a treatable or curable mental health condition whereby said condition repeatedly causes harm to those around them but they never seek treatment despite overwhelming evidence of a condition existing.
Essentially, a whackjob is someone who's broken and despite overwhelming empirical evidence of their abnormal behavior, refuses to admit they're in need of treatment. The whackjob is where my kindness and understanding leaves the building because not only do they cause harm to others, they repeat the cycle over and over again. You may think I have an issue with whackjobs because of the harm they've caused to me, but it's much more than that. It's damage to the truly innocent who can't run away that make me dislike whackjobs so much. And yep, this term does stigmatize those who fall into it. That's intentional because if we call them for what they really are, perhaps they'll take responsibility for themselves. I tend to use this term quite sparingly, reserved only for the truly deserving.
My ex-wife represents an absolute perfect example of a whackjob. Her borderline personality disorder harmed many many people who I don't think she'd want to inflict that upon. Bullet points are probably best to document both behavior and impact.
- Promiscuity, resulting in unwanted pregnancy and subsequently putting her child and herself at risk
- Inability to be alone, causing her children to see a parade of sometimes dangerous losers passing through their lives
- Compulsive lying serious enough that all three of her siblings cut contact with her at one point or another as well as destroy numerous friendships and job loss
- Now on her fourth husband, with uncounted engagements (seriously, she had a collection of engagement rings but would never tell me the actual number of fiances she'd had)
- Treatment of her daughter resulting in her suffering from borderline personality disorder as well. (because borderlines often beget borderlines)
While she made my life a living hell for almost a decade, it was her family and children who suffered the most. It's one thing to hurt someone who's a grownup and can extricate themselves from the situation but another to cause grave mental injury to defenseless children. Regardless of your ability to self-justify, anyone could see such behavior as being abnormal. She solidified her whackjob status after I sat down with her (after separating) and outlined all of this and more to reach the conclusion she had BPD. Like most borderlines do, she told me I was out of my mind and tried to get me to drop it.
One doesn't need as severe a condition as BPD to become a whackjob. I wound up in a one night stand with a woman exhibiting such nasty intimacy issues that she tried her best to disassociate herself from the event and left the house at a run when I tried to hold her after sex. You and I both know this wasn't a one off; it's a pattern in her life. But running from various men's homes doesn't seem to have made an impact. Shame too, because I really liked her.
And I get that the mind has ways of rationalizing your behavior and protecting itself. Hell, borderlines have been known to unintentionally, subconsciously 'rewrite' memories to where they could pass a lie detector test with their version of events. But. for most whackjobs, there just has to be a point where the evidence becomes so overwhelming they can’t ignore they’ve got some serious fucking issues. Certainly, those people exist, but they can't really function in society. When you're lying about your conduct, because you know it's aberrant, there's no way you can convince me you're unaware you're a mess. And that's one of the things I've asked the potential whackjob. 'Did you tell your friends what you did and why you did it?'
More importantly, how can you be so self-centered as to continue with the same behavior, inflicting pain and suffering on every person who comes to care for you? Instead of reaching out to an appropriate mental health professional and addressing your issues to take some fucking responsibility for your actions? When someone sits your ass down and provides pretty compelling evidence of your condition? When you know damned well it's hurting those you say you love?
(This is not a rant on my ex-wife. While some of the above applies only to her, the majority is relevant with other whackjobs I've encountered as well.)
I have no time for whackjobs and absolutely hate encountering them because they consider only themselves and not those who love them.
I warned you that kindness had left the building.
Now that I've got all of that off my chest, I have one final term to define. These are the people who are just odd or screwy. While they're not screwy in a manner that repeatedly damages them or others who care about them, they are screwy nonetheless. These are the people we shall refer to as normal, because let's face it, we're all a bit screwed up in some way. For that reason, you'll never see me refer to anyone as screwy.
Screwy (noun) - Normal
In my next entry, we'll delve into some numbers.
In the meantime, stay healthy, friends...
Thursday, June 8, 2017
The Girl Who Owned Nothing
Preface: Most of the names, places, and details in this post have been changed, or omitted, to protect the identities of those portrayed. These obfuscations do not materially impact the story. This post also introduces the use of green font, which will be utilized to denote when a particular sentence is pure sarcasm. There have been issues with some readers taking everything I write literally, so this should assist in clearing that up.
Over the years, I've encountered just about every personality type and disorder one can, but recently I ran across someone whose actions made it clear they were messed up, but in way I just couldn't put my finger on. I was friends with this person for a period earlier this year. Fadwa was highly educated, cute, and an international traveler, according to her Match profile. We traded a few notes before my better judgment took over; I told her I wouldn't date her because she was separated. If you've read my post on the topic, you'll understand why. She was disappointed and initially tried to convince me to reverse my decision. That wasn't happening, so we agreed to be friends. Fadwa shared that 20 years ago, she emigrated from a middle eastern country, was Muslim, and a virgin when she married her husband. She said she could probably use some friendly assistance navigating the world of online dating, considering her lack of life experience. I agreed to offer the insight I'd gathered over the past several years.
She would share 'snapshots' of the various men she was communicating with and ask my opinion on each. Most weren't accompanied by enough information to offer much insight, but a few were quite clearly ones to stay away from, in my experience. One who became a source of friction between Fadwa and myself was Nick. She shared how Nick was smart, successful, witty, etc. which made him sound like a good match for her. Then she shared that Nick was a recovering alcoholic. Danger, Will Robinson! She said he was six years sober and did yoga, running, and a few other athletic endeavors to assist in maintaining his sobriety. I warned her that she'd do best to steer clear of a former addict (having experience with this, myself) and that his sobriety seemed fragile, considering all the work he was putting into propping it up. She chose to ignore my input and went out with him anyway.
At some point, our friendship expanded to include benefits. She wanted to experience all the sexual freedom and pleasure she'd been missing, having only ever been with a man who sometimes wouldn't even get his clothes off before finishing. I made the offer and she accepted. And yes, this is germane to the story.
On either their first or second date, Nick flaked. I don't recall where the photo was (house, phone, etc.) but Nick saw one of Fadwa and her hubby together, it freaked him out, and he disappeared, saying he couldn't take seeing her with another man. At that point, I more strongly advised her to put him out of her mind and said, very specifically, that he seemed to be on the verge of a relapse. Freaking out at the thought of someone you're interested with another is screwy to begin with, but after two dates? That's just scary. She told me she really liked him and still wanted to see him.
Long story short, she went to visit him one Saturday night, and he was drunk. Wow, what a shock! No one saw that coming! But he convinced her that he had just started and this was his first relapse. Sure, because an addict would never lie about something like this. I did my best to make Fadwa realize this guy couldn't be trusted. That addicts will lie their asses off to everyone; I sent her a ton of source material to back up what I was saying. She was convinced otherwise, repeatedly telling me 'he's always been honest with me'. Of course he has.... She wanted to help him get sober in the hopes they could date again. Ladies and gentleman, I give you the height of naivete.
To be clear, I'm not unsympathetic to her situation. Having feelings for someone who isn't healthy for you or emotionally equipped for a relationship sucks. In fact, I can empathize, because despite my best efforts, I still have feelings for the woman I've mentioned in previous posts, whose abandonment issues destroyed our relationship. It's not just your rational and emotional sides duking it out on this particular issue. Logic says 'we care about each other, we're both available, and neither of us are in prison, so we should be together!' But you can't and attempting to wrap your head around that can be maddening. In any case, the strong feelings Fadwa had were out of place, after three dates.
At some point, Nick was temporarily put on the back burner and a new cast of characters came into play, one of whom became the straw that broke the camel's back for me. She wasn't terribly interested in most of the men, save one who looked good on paper. I shall call him Gomez. She pursued meeting Gomez but noticed what she thought were a few red flags, and solicited my input. For the sake of brevity, I'll just say he was attempting to 'couple' himself to her before they'd even met. I told her those were signs of either intimacy or abandonment issues. I warned her to be cautious, which seemed to motivate her to interact with him with him further. Gomez revealed a great deal about his past to Fadwa, which she then shared with me. This guy's history could have been included in a textbook for abandonment issues. Mother died, father remarried, new wife didn't like son so son was shipped off to live with family in Europe, previous significant other died, the list goes on. I practically yelled at her to stay away from this guy; to learn not make the same mistake I had. Seriously, if there's one thing I've got a ton of experience on, it's abandonment issues.
Throughout this period, conversations between Fadwa and I had become increasingly tense. I openly shared my frustration that she continued to make poor dating choices, despite having my guidance to prevent her from doing so. I pointed out that in every instance, what I'd said to her had been spot on, and listed them off one by one. I'd correctly called out Nick as being fragile and predicted his relapse. Before that, I'd provided input on how her mental well being had been impacted by an emotionally abusive husband and that she should break off contact with him. That he was continuing to manipulate her. Her therapist told her the exact same things as I did; that, she took seriously. But she repeatedly ignored my input. It doesn't take much of an imagination to realize this dynamic became incredibly frustrating to me. It even felt a bit insulting.
She told me she listened to my advice, but made her own decisions. I have to admit her response grated on me a bit because she just didn't get it. What I offered wasn't advice; advice implies an opinion. You ask for advice on whether the green dress or the blue one looks better on you. Whether you should study engineering or marketing. What I was offering was informed guidance that comes from possessing vastly greater life experience than her as well as my knowledge of human behavior. As parallel example, I'm not a certified mechanic but have wrenched on almost every car I've owned. So, I know a few things about them. Enough to be able to recognize that if a wheel has two lug nuts missing and the others having one thread of engagement, said wheel will fall off. That outcome is almost a certainty and well beyond the level of opinion.
The conclusion of every one of these exchanges was always the same. Fadwa would push her bad choices off on others. Things were left 'in God's hands' or it didn't matter because fate had already determined her path. My personal favorite was her saying she'd pray for guidance. I'd scream at her that I'd already given her great fucking guidance if she'd open her ears. That I was fairly certain God would want her to use the fucking brain he'd given her. But she wouldn't be the one driving; God needed to take the wheel. If you've read my religion post, you know that's something I consider to be beyond ignorant. And thus the title for this entry. She'd make one bad decision after another and pawn it off elsewhere. She owned nothing.
I recall the crux of the last few conversations we had. She told me she was in love with Nick. Sure, that's emotionally healthy after a few dates. The last conversation we had ended with her considering dating Gomez again. I'd had about enough of her acting like a child, so my warning at the time was only half-hearted. Besides, I'd said it all before and she never listened. The last words I heard from her were 'but I do like a smart man', referring to why Gomez was attractive to her. I know they were the last words because I hung up on her after she said them. I'd had enough and cut ties with her.
But the story, and the theme, don't end there. I'd apparently mentioned her (well disguised, of course) in a previous entry and she sent me a less than pleasant note demanding I remove the reference. Of course, I always do what I'm told by people who ignore my advice. I'm certain she'll throw a major fit after reading this post. Anyway, included in the email was this gem:
Over the years, I've encountered just about every personality type and disorder one can, but recently I ran across someone whose actions made it clear they were messed up, but in way I just couldn't put my finger on. I was friends with this person for a period earlier this year. Fadwa was highly educated, cute, and an international traveler, according to her Match profile. We traded a few notes before my better judgment took over; I told her I wouldn't date her because she was separated. If you've read my post on the topic, you'll understand why. She was disappointed and initially tried to convince me to reverse my decision. That wasn't happening, so we agreed to be friends. Fadwa shared that 20 years ago, she emigrated from a middle eastern country, was Muslim, and a virgin when she married her husband. She said she could probably use some friendly assistance navigating the world of online dating, considering her lack of life experience. I agreed to offer the insight I'd gathered over the past several years.
She would share 'snapshots' of the various men she was communicating with and ask my opinion on each. Most weren't accompanied by enough information to offer much insight, but a few were quite clearly ones to stay away from, in my experience. One who became a source of friction between Fadwa and myself was Nick. She shared how Nick was smart, successful, witty, etc. which made him sound like a good match for her. Then she shared that Nick was a recovering alcoholic. Danger, Will Robinson! She said he was six years sober and did yoga, running, and a few other athletic endeavors to assist in maintaining his sobriety. I warned her that she'd do best to steer clear of a former addict (having experience with this, myself) and that his sobriety seemed fragile, considering all the work he was putting into propping it up. She chose to ignore my input and went out with him anyway.
At some point, our friendship expanded to include benefits. She wanted to experience all the sexual freedom and pleasure she'd been missing, having only ever been with a man who sometimes wouldn't even get his clothes off before finishing. I made the offer and she accepted. And yes, this is germane to the story.
On either their first or second date, Nick flaked. I don't recall where the photo was (house, phone, etc.) but Nick saw one of Fadwa and her hubby together, it freaked him out, and he disappeared, saying he couldn't take seeing her with another man. At that point, I more strongly advised her to put him out of her mind and said, very specifically, that he seemed to be on the verge of a relapse. Freaking out at the thought of someone you're interested with another is screwy to begin with, but after two dates? That's just scary. She told me she really liked him and still wanted to see him.
Long story short, she went to visit him one Saturday night, and he was drunk. Wow, what a shock! No one saw that coming! But he convinced her that he had just started and this was his first relapse. Sure, because an addict would never lie about something like this. I did my best to make Fadwa realize this guy couldn't be trusted. That addicts will lie their asses off to everyone; I sent her a ton of source material to back up what I was saying. She was convinced otherwise, repeatedly telling me 'he's always been honest with me'. Of course he has.... She wanted to help him get sober in the hopes they could date again. Ladies and gentleman, I give you the height of naivete.
To be clear, I'm not unsympathetic to her situation. Having feelings for someone who isn't healthy for you or emotionally equipped for a relationship sucks. In fact, I can empathize, because despite my best efforts, I still have feelings for the woman I've mentioned in previous posts, whose abandonment issues destroyed our relationship. It's not just your rational and emotional sides duking it out on this particular issue. Logic says 'we care about each other, we're both available, and neither of us are in prison, so we should be together!' But you can't and attempting to wrap your head around that can be maddening. In any case, the strong feelings Fadwa had were out of place, after three dates.
At some point, Nick was temporarily put on the back burner and a new cast of characters came into play, one of whom became the straw that broke the camel's back for me. She wasn't terribly interested in most of the men, save one who looked good on paper. I shall call him Gomez. She pursued meeting Gomez but noticed what she thought were a few red flags, and solicited my input. For the sake of brevity, I'll just say he was attempting to 'couple' himself to her before they'd even met. I told her those were signs of either intimacy or abandonment issues. I warned her to be cautious, which seemed to motivate her to interact with him with him further. Gomez revealed a great deal about his past to Fadwa, which she then shared with me. This guy's history could have been included in a textbook for abandonment issues. Mother died, father remarried, new wife didn't like son so son was shipped off to live with family in Europe, previous significant other died, the list goes on. I practically yelled at her to stay away from this guy; to learn not make the same mistake I had. Seriously, if there's one thing I've got a ton of experience on, it's abandonment issues.
She told me she listened to my advice, but made her own decisions. I have to admit her response grated on me a bit because she just didn't get it. What I offered wasn't advice; advice implies an opinion. You ask for advice on whether the green dress or the blue one looks better on you. Whether you should study engineering or marketing. What I was offering was informed guidance that comes from possessing vastly greater life experience than her as well as my knowledge of human behavior. As parallel example, I'm not a certified mechanic but have wrenched on almost every car I've owned. So, I know a few things about them. Enough to be able to recognize that if a wheel has two lug nuts missing and the others having one thread of engagement, said wheel will fall off. That outcome is almost a certainty and well beyond the level of opinion.
The conclusion of every one of these exchanges was always the same. Fadwa would push her bad choices off on others. Things were left 'in God's hands' or it didn't matter because fate had already determined her path. My personal favorite was her saying she'd pray for guidance. I'd scream at her that I'd already given her great fucking guidance if she'd open her ears. That I was fairly certain God would want her to use the fucking brain he'd given her. But she wouldn't be the one driving; God needed to take the wheel. If you've read my religion post, you know that's something I consider to be beyond ignorant. And thus the title for this entry. She'd make one bad decision after another and pawn it off elsewhere. She owned nothing.
I recall the crux of the last few conversations we had. She told me she was in love with Nick. Sure, that's emotionally healthy after a few dates. The last conversation we had ended with her considering dating Gomez again. I'd had about enough of her acting like a child, so my warning at the time was only half-hearted. Besides, I'd said it all before and she never listened. The last words I heard from her were 'but I do like a smart man', referring to why Gomez was attractive to her. I know they were the last words because I hung up on her after she said them. I'd had enough and cut ties with her.
But the story, and the theme, don't end there. I'd apparently mentioned her (well disguised, of course) in a previous entry and she sent me a less than pleasant note demanding I remove the reference. Of course, I always do what I'm told by people who ignore my advice. I'm certain she'll throw a major fit after reading this post. Anyway, included in the email was this gem:
I don't want to be friends with you. I feel much happier now
that I am not in a fwb relationship as it is against my nature and
interest.
First of all, it seems she didn't quite get my not having anything to do with her for a month meant our friendship was over. More importantly, without context, one could infer that I'd manipulated this chaste and virtuous woman into being fwb's. Clearly I'd done an excellent job at it because she would regularly ask if she could come over for extra benefits, over and above the nights we'd planned. (In the interest of good taste, I'll skip describing the less than virtuous things she wanted me to do to her.) But yet another decision that she couldn't take responsibility for and wanted to pawn off elsewhere. And that's why she'll forever be known as the girl who owned nothing.
Wednesday, May 31, 2017
Living With Borderline Personality Disorder - A Former Spouse's View
In the time between clients, my mind begins to wander, well, all over the damned place. Lately, it’s been drifting toward past relationships and, in particular, my one and only marriage. I’m over the marriage, put it in the past tense, and moved on, blah, blah, blah. But you see my ex-wife has undiagnosed Borderline Personality Disorder. In fact, I’m the only one who truly recognizes her condition, being in the unique position to see her current and past behavior in fine detail.
This entry will provide a view of what it's like to live with someone suffering from BPD.
For those who aren’t familiar with borderline personality disorder, you can read more here:
http://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/topics/borderline-personality-disorder/index.shtml
The short version is that those with BPD do everything they can to prevent abandonment. This includes manipulating (i.e. lying, gaslighting) their partners in order to keep them from leaving. Their emotional state is in constant turmoil. Consider BPD to be abandonment issues on steroids and then some.
I’ll preface by saying, despite some parts of the story appearing to be, this is not a ‘woe is me’ story. Consider it as more of a precautionary tale for those who don’t realize that true nut jobs walk among us and can damage you in ways you never believed possible. I certainly didn’t have a clue this was the case, when I met my ex. Hell, I didn’t know what the hell BPD was. I thought mental illness was people wandering the streets, talking to inanimate objects. Surely, those people would be locked up or labelled or something, right? Aren't they required to wear tags around their necks? I obviously learned the hard way that's not the case. They walk among us and can appear very normal.
What sucks about BPD, is that it’s incredibly difficult to diagnose. In fact, I was dating a therapist who had been married to a BPD’er and didn’t figure it out until after the relationship ended, which is what happened with me. She also shared that when a patient at her practice is suspected of having BPD, they are interviewed by multiple therapists because of how adept they are at manipulation. As a result, most borderlines never receive treatment.
How did I determine my (ex) wife had BPD? First of all, I knew a great deal of her behavior was abnormal (as you'll see throughout this entry). In digging around, I found the DSM and considered my ex’s behavior; BPD was the landslide winner. It was solidified by research on the effects of children of Borderlines, which seemed as though they’d just written a description of my step-daughter. I compared notes with the aforementioned therapist I dated and it was as though we’d been living the same lives. The final piece of confirmation fell into place in an almost humorous fashion. I'd been seeing a therapist, during the dark days of my separation, and kept throwing supporting information at him but he refused to diagnose C as a Borderline. Not seeing her, ethics, blah, blah. Then, in one of my last sessions with him, I shared a recent rather lengthy email conversation with her where everything she wrote screamed ‘I’m a Borderline’. I showed that to my therapist, who after reading through the correspondence, blurted out, ‘Wow, she’s a high functioning Borderline.’ I looked at him and said, ‘gotcha!’
The Courtship
When I met C, she seemed like everything I wanted in a partner. Admittedly, I’d never experienced a true partner in previous relationships so I really had zero clue what I really should be looking for. But C was beautiful, smart, and thought I was the best thing since sliced bread. I was her savior from the other horrible guys she’d dated. And she’d dated a lot of losers, the most extreme example being her second husband who had done time for armed robbery. (Under the heading of ‘some people don’t change’ this would be the same scumbag who I, later, wound up showing the business side of a Glock to convince him he shouldn’t be following ‘our’ kids to their bus stop.) Truly, these should have been warning signs (not almost shooting her ex; that came later) but I defy most men to have a gorgeous woman praise them as their knight in shining armor and think ‘hmm, something ain’t right here’. It’s just not gonna happen! Hell, most guys are somewhat insecure to begin with, so they eat that up like a fat kid wolfs down cake. I know I did.
The relationship progressed incredibly quickly. On her side, the BPD was forcing her timeline. On mine, I was at an age where I decided it was time to settle down and C was amazing. It was almost as though my subconscious said ‘yep, you’ll do nicely’ and that was that.
The Relationship
So, all was right with the world. As time went on, there were little warning signs. I caught her lying to her kids in order to manipulate them. Hmm…she wouldn’t do that to me though, right? Her treatment of me changed over time as well. In the beginning, I could do no wrong but, seemingly overnight, I developed a dizzying array of character flaws. Every misstep was categorized and thrown on the pile. The general message from her to me was ‘I love you regardless of how useless you are’. Pretty effective at making someone feel really lucky they have such an understanding spouse. As time passed, my self-esteem dropped precipitously.
When there were differences of opinion, with respect to our relationship, I would try to be accommodating. There was a part of me that thought ‘she’s been married twice before so she knows better than me’. Hah! Dumb shit!
In general, every disagreement we had was seemingly my fault. When having a disagreement with a partner, my preference is to sit down, as soon as possible (sometimes one or both parties needs to let the steam vent before they can have a productive discussion) and have a frank and respectful discussion. But she wouldn’t discuss differences of opinion between us, ever. And when I would become agitated at her avoiding the discussion, I would somehow find myself apologizing for yelling at her. To be clear, I raised my voice less than half a dozen times, during my marriage, but apologized for yelling no less than fifteen times.
And she was the master at this type of manipulation.
She was also a black belt of the ‘I told you X’ to cover herself. I thought I was the worst husband in the world for not paying attention to my wife (adding to the shame). This was until I wound up taking notes from our conversations (for reasons too lengthy to get into here). Sure enough, her story (in this case, our relocation from PA to RVA) would change almost daily, yet she’d claim that whatever today’s story was had been her position the whole time.
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| My Ex Wife |
This entry will provide a view of what it's like to live with someone suffering from BPD.
For those who aren’t familiar with borderline personality disorder, you can read more here:
http://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/topics/borderline-personality-disorder/index.shtml
The short version is that those with BPD do everything they can to prevent abandonment. This includes manipulating (i.e. lying, gaslighting) their partners in order to keep them from leaving. Their emotional state is in constant turmoil. Consider BPD to be abandonment issues on steroids and then some.
I’ll preface by saying, despite some parts of the story appearing to be, this is not a ‘woe is me’ story. Consider it as more of a precautionary tale for those who don’t realize that true nut jobs walk among us and can damage you in ways you never believed possible. I certainly didn’t have a clue this was the case, when I met my ex. Hell, I didn’t know what the hell BPD was. I thought mental illness was people wandering the streets, talking to inanimate objects. Surely, those people would be locked up or labelled or something, right? Aren't they required to wear tags around their necks? I obviously learned the hard way that's not the case. They walk among us and can appear very normal.
What sucks about BPD, is that it’s incredibly difficult to diagnose. In fact, I was dating a therapist who had been married to a BPD’er and didn’t figure it out until after the relationship ended, which is what happened with me. She also shared that when a patient at her practice is suspected of having BPD, they are interviewed by multiple therapists because of how adept they are at manipulation. As a result, most borderlines never receive treatment.
How did I determine my (ex) wife had BPD? First of all, I knew a great deal of her behavior was abnormal (as you'll see throughout this entry). In digging around, I found the DSM and considered my ex’s behavior; BPD was the landslide winner. It was solidified by research on the effects of children of Borderlines, which seemed as though they’d just written a description of my step-daughter. I compared notes with the aforementioned therapist I dated and it was as though we’d been living the same lives. The final piece of confirmation fell into place in an almost humorous fashion. I'd been seeing a therapist, during the dark days of my separation, and kept throwing supporting information at him but he refused to diagnose C as a Borderline. Not seeing her, ethics, blah, blah. Then, in one of my last sessions with him, I shared a recent rather lengthy email conversation with her where everything she wrote screamed ‘I’m a Borderline’. I showed that to my therapist, who after reading through the correspondence, blurted out, ‘Wow, she’s a high functioning Borderline.’ I looked at him and said, ‘gotcha!’
The Courtship
When I met C, she seemed like everything I wanted in a partner. Admittedly, I’d never experienced a true partner in previous relationships so I really had zero clue what I really should be looking for. But C was beautiful, smart, and thought I was the best thing since sliced bread. I was her savior from the other horrible guys she’d dated. And she’d dated a lot of losers, the most extreme example being her second husband who had done time for armed robbery. (Under the heading of ‘some people don’t change’ this would be the same scumbag who I, later, wound up showing the business side of a Glock to convince him he shouldn’t be following ‘our’ kids to their bus stop.) Truly, these should have been warning signs (not almost shooting her ex; that came later) but I defy most men to have a gorgeous woman praise them as their knight in shining armor and think ‘hmm, something ain’t right here’. It’s just not gonna happen! Hell, most guys are somewhat insecure to begin with, so they eat that up like a fat kid wolfs down cake. I know I did.
The relationship progressed incredibly quickly. On her side, the BPD was forcing her timeline. On mine, I was at an age where I decided it was time to settle down and C was amazing. It was almost as though my subconscious said ‘yep, you’ll do nicely’ and that was that.
The Relationship
So, all was right with the world. As time went on, there were little warning signs. I caught her lying to her kids in order to manipulate them. Hmm…she wouldn’t do that to me though, right? Her treatment of me changed over time as well. In the beginning, I could do no wrong but, seemingly overnight, I developed a dizzying array of character flaws. Every misstep was categorized and thrown on the pile. The general message from her to me was ‘I love you regardless of how useless you are’. Pretty effective at making someone feel really lucky they have such an understanding spouse. As time passed, my self-esteem dropped precipitously.
When there were differences of opinion, with respect to our relationship, I would try to be accommodating. There was a part of me that thought ‘she’s been married twice before so she knows better than me’. Hah! Dumb shit!
In general, every disagreement we had was seemingly my fault. When having a disagreement with a partner, my preference is to sit down, as soon as possible (sometimes one or both parties needs to let the steam vent before they can have a productive discussion) and have a frank and respectful discussion. But she wouldn’t discuss differences of opinion between us, ever. And when I would become agitated at her avoiding the discussion, I would somehow find myself apologizing for yelling at her. To be clear, I raised my voice less than half a dozen times, during my marriage, but apologized for yelling no less than fifteen times.
And she was the master at this type of manipulation.
She was also a black belt of the ‘I told you X’ to cover herself. I thought I was the worst husband in the world for not paying attention to my wife (adding to the shame). This was until I wound up taking notes from our conversations (for reasons too lengthy to get into here). Sure enough, her story (in this case, our relocation from PA to RVA) would change almost daily, yet she’d claim that whatever today’s story was had been her position the whole time.
BPD’ers have a great deal of difficulty controlling their emotions, often ‘losing their shit’ on perceived transgressors, many times to the point of becoming physical. C was unusual, for a Borderline, in that she rarely went ballistic and never got physical. But when she did freak out, it was usually in a context one would least expect.
My favorite example almost invariably blows the minds of everyone who hears it. In fact, even the folks on the BPD support message boards (a community for those living with, or trying to escape, a Borderline) were impressed with this one. It involves cured meats.
The Ham Incident
We were hosting Easter, and my parents were visiting from out of state, along with my grandmother. The morning of, my mother and I were in the kitchen, both finishing breakfast as well as prepping some sides for Easter dinner. Somewhat out of the blue, C began an argument with me over something I’ve since forgotten. Suffice to say it was something trivial and I defended myself. The argument escalated, with her yelling at me and being generally nasty.
And then, it happened. Out of the blue, she threw the Easter ham at me!!! I was accosted by a projectile of porcine smoky goodness!
Needless to say, things got really ugly after that. After all, you don’t throw smoked pork at me and get away with it! Nothing physical but there was a ton of screaming and yelling from both of us. My parents were mortified and left (they later told me they never liked my wife).
We later sat down to talk and here’s the best part of the story. I apologized!!! God, she was an artist. The logic went like this: She had (allegedly) told me the previous night, to try to vacate the kitchen early so she could get the ham prepared. It was because of my mother’s and my loitering, in the kitchen, that she had no choice but to go ape shit and throw meat at me. Yeah, I guess it was my fault you had to throw the ham at me. I’m sorry; I don’t deserve you.
Attempting to project blame, to some degree or another, is a common theme in most relationships, so nothing new there. Most people try to deflect blame at some point. But she took projection to new levels of artistry. Here are two quick examples of her amazing projection, both relating to her wrecking her car, which she did regularly.
Once, she slid on ice, during a big snow storm, while approaching a stop light, and hit the guy in front of her who had already stopped for the red light. Whose fault was that? The dude who stopped at the light, of course. He should have kept going since it was icy.
The other one, that was quite inventive, was when she backed into a truck. We had moved into our new home a few months earlier and the builder was there to knock out some punch list items. His truck was parked in front of the closed garage door. C had to leave, opened the garage door, and promptly backed into the contractor’s truck. Whose fault was that one? It was mine because she was late and rushing to meet me. If it weren’t for me wanting to treat her to a nice dinner out, she wouldn’t have wrecked the car.
Her refusal to take blame for anything became a source of resentment for me. I wanted her to take ownership for something; anything. I tried to explain that I don’t care if someone makes mistakes; everyone does. But, if you screw the pooch in your marriage, you take ownership, apologize, and work through it together. Didn’t do a bit of good.
Gaslighting
C would often utilize a certain manipulation technique that I later learned was called gaslighting; a common tactic among those with BPD. Gaslighting is a form of manipulation that is considered torture, in some contexts. An excellent description can be found here:
C demonstrated some serious skill at gaslighting. There would be some sort of disagreement between us, followed by her returning (from work or a family ‘meeting’, etc.) with the message that other people with whom she’d discussed the topic with agree with her perspective on the matter. To top it off, invariably, someone she spoke with would allegedly make a disparaging comment about me. Sometimes, there was only a disparaging comment about me; ‘my friends think you’re an asshole’. But the underlying theme was that I was wrong and a piece of shit but C wasn’t the one saying I was a piece of shit. She remained blameless. (I’ll revisit that theme in a later story)
A quick example of her gaslighting: we’d had a non-yelling disagreement over a topic which has been lost to history (which I’m sure I apologized for). The next day, she returned home from work and informed me that she’d spoken with five coworkers about what happened. All five had said they never have arguments with their spouse and one suggested I had an anger management problem. Pretty powerful stuff, if you trust your partner, which I did at the time.
However, as time went on, she got sloppy (desperate) with her gaslighting and made more and more outrageous claims. I used to joke she would claim her colleagues advocated killing puppies, if that’s what her position was. She began to tell me her position was supported by people who she had no way of casually speaking with (i.e. were out of the country, people she had vowed never to speak with again, those she admitted she hadn’t spoken with in years, etc.). In one case, she tried to convince me she’d just discussed ‘whatever’ and gotten support from someone who I knew had passed away a few months earlier. Yep, even those pushing up daisies agreed with her!
To top it off, she was a compulsive (yet talented) liar; a typical trait of those with BPD. I’ve never met someone who had such an aversion for the truth as C. It wasn’t just me she lied to. After we had been married for a few years, each one of her three siblings shared stories of how her compulsive lying had caused a rift between them. Of course, my response was ‘and you couldn’t have told me this before I married her???’ Honestly, I missed most of her lies until later in our relationship or after we separated; she was that good at it.
After we separated, I called her out on the lying, citing various examples where I had concrete evidence. She admitted she had lied to me quite a bit, over the years, but explained ‘I didn’t feel as though I could be honest with you’. She was afraid I’d go bat shit over the truth. Huh? I asked her whether she felt the same way with – and proceeded to rattle off names of her family and a ton of others she constantly lied to. I don’t recall the fabrication she came up with in response and it doesn’t matter.
I have since come to understand that she was attempting to manipulate me into her own storybook version of the perfect marriage. Instead, the only thing she accomplished was to drive me away. But, to be clear, she was incapable of rational thought in many instances. In most cases, a Borderline truly believes their version of events because their brain can’t process the reality that they may be to blame for something. It’s called dissociative behavior and it creates a new reality of a situation that the borderline mind can accept. There were many occasions where she’d recall a recent situation / conversation / whatever and I’d wonder whether we were discussing the same thing, because I certainly wasn’t part of the event she was describing.
We tried two go ‘rounds of marriage counseling. However, in both cases, I was in the mode of accepting ‘things aren’t working out because I’m a bad husband’. And she certainly wasn’t going to admit to lying and manipulation.
I’m ashamed to say the lying, manipulation, turned me into a bitter, selfish man. I had an affair at the office (she never found out) with another married woman who gave me what C wouldn’t; the feeling that I was a desirable man. Time went on and I made a couple serious efforts to regroup and be the best husband I could be to C. When I asked for some sort of positive feedback on my efforts, she responded with the message that I’d likely go back to being ‘worthless’ soon. So, I truly became a bastard because why bother trying not to be?
I absolutely tried to be the best step-father I could. This was very important to me, as their own father wasn’t in the picture and C was incredibly erratic as a parent. On that, I believe I succeeded but that’s another story.
The ultimate tipping point was my taking a job in Richmond. She agreed to the move and was excited about my promotion. But, she wasn’t being honest with me or herself. As her sister later told me, ‘regardless of what she told you, there was no way C was moving down to VA.’ I’ll spare you the blow by blow but suffice to say that dynamic ripped apart what little was left of the fabric of our marriage.
And as the marriage finally disintegrated, I never once heard her tell me she loved me and wanted to save our marriage. Instead, she would berate me about not honoring my commitment; or abandoning her and the kids.
In all honesty, I didn’t see the lying, manipulation, and emotional abuse for what it was. My motives to end the marriage were purely selfish at the time. I was tired of being told how horrible I was as a husband and tired of being lied to. I wanted out. I had to get out. My self-esteem was shot to hell. I'll never forget that conversation I had in my head the night I decided to end our marriage. I thought to myself 'I'm a worthless man and no one will ever want to be with me, but I just can't take this anymore'.
The next evening, I told her I was done. I became an enemy in a heartbeat and she wouldn’t allow me into the house. It had nothing to do with fear of me taking things from the marital home; just that she didn’t want me in ‘her’ home, being the traitor I was. She told me, flat out, that she was going to punish me for not living up to my commitment. She was so petty as to change my contact in her phone to ‘Dickhead’. It should go without saying that she dragged out the divorce as long as she could, milking me for spousal support the whole time. She wanted to keep our house, and belongings, and have me walk away with nothing.
I can’t say I was devastated because I wasn’t. Sure, it hurt like hell that my world was turned on its head overnight. I was in a new city, in a new job, going through a divorce. Stress much? On the flip side, four days after I asked for the divorce, C had signed up on an internet dating site. I found this out later; her daughter was appalled.
Changed the Locks
Funny story about punishing me and how the manipulation continued during our separation. She and I were working on a day for me to come up to PA and collect some belongings. She had commitments come up on the day I had free. No problem, I said, I have the key and I’ll get what we agreed to. She then told me that the locks had been changed. I asked why; I hadn’t threatened her in any way, had I? No. And I lived four hours away, so it’s not like I could pop by to serve some ulterior motive. She said her brother-in-law (who I got along with very well) did it because he ‘just thought it would be best’. I said it had to be an expensive proposition, considering what we paid for the custom finish on our door hardware. Yes, but he wanted it taken care of.
I was visiting my parents, during this email exchange (she wouldn’t talk on the phone and I was glad for ‘paper’ confirmations of what she’d agreed to) and it hit me. That common theme again!!! I was being screwed, it was by some other entity, and C was blameless. I said to my parents, ‘the locks weren’t changed, she just doesn’t want me there.’ I tried to get my dad to take a $1k bet that the locks weren’t changed, but he’s a smart guy and passed.
So, the day arrived, and I pulled into my driveway, walked up and rang the doorbell. C opened the door and, after some small talk, I asked about the locks. I told her the finish matched really well to the original equipment. She took the bait and told me all about the process and how she didn’t want to change the locks but her brother in law did it without asking, etc. etc. etc. I let her dig the hole for ten minutes or so, then pulled out my key and said, ‘I guess this is trash and won’t work now.’ I stuck the key in the door, sure enough, it worked. The look on her face was priceless and all she could say was ‘whoops!’ I’ve never seen her so uncollected. She then began berating me about how useless I was and how I betrayed her and the kids. Broken record…
The Escape
The Escape
One very important thing to remember about Borderlines is that it’s tough to get away from them. Even though I was the enemy, C continued to reach out to me. These little pings took various forms but they all were intended to yank my chain to get a reaction; ‘I’m throwing out you’re X (that I wouldn’t allow you to collect) that you like so much.’ Or, if her new boyfriend went out of town, she’d act like I was her friend again. You see, even though we were divorcing, she was desperately trying to prevent my final abandonment. And that’s the fun gift that keeps on giving with a Borderline. Unless you find a way to make a final break, they’ll keep bouncing back into your life. You must escape, period.
How did I get C to leave me alone? Simple, I shared my assertion she had BPD. The short version is that, once I determined without a doubt, she had BPD, I sent her a letter detailing how her behavior was perfectly in line with someone with BPD. That even her daughter was a textbook example for behavior of a child with a BPD parent. I (stupidly) offered to reconcile in order to get her the help she needed. Thankfully, she refused (it was easier to stay with the poor guy who didn’t realize how fucked up she was) and denied she had BPD (as borderlines do). From that point on, when she’d try to manipulate me, or exhibit other typical BPD behavior, I’d point it out and tell her I understood it was her BPD driving her. She’d attempt to suck me into an argument by insulting me and I’d respond calmly that I’d be happy to discuss my shortcomings with her and her therapist. Ultimately, she stopped communicating. I’m sure there were two factors involved in her backing away. She was freaked about being identified as having BPD. In fact, she was freaked even more when her own therapist pointed out some unrelated corroborating evidence. Plus, she realized I had become impervious to her manipulation so there was no longer a payoff for the behavior. In fact, it became dangerous for her because every little nasty trick she pulled was answered as another behavior typical of borderlines.
During that period of punishment and nasty tricks, my friends would ask me why I wasn't more angry over her treatment of me. I told them the alligator story and explained she had no control over her actions. I can still remember the puzzled looks on their faces.
During that period of punishment and nasty tricks, my friends would ask me why I wasn't more angry over her treatment of me. I told them the alligator story and explained she had no control over her actions. I can still remember the puzzled looks on their faces.
There’s obviously a whole lot more I could share but those are the high (or low) points. Some readers might ask how the hell I could be so naïve not to see all the warning signs. Well, as I mentioned above, I’ll throw a beautiful, smart woman in front of you, have her extoll your amazingness to the world, and see how long you last. And with a borderline, when things are good, they're amazing. Once you’re in, it’s tough to break away because you’ve been convinced you’re not worthy of a good woman. It’s a slow, insidious process. Truly, the nut jobs who have their act polished are incredibly seductive. I wound up dating another girl who made the same noises (she didn’t seem to be a Borderline though) and it wasn’t easy to walk away from, even with the knowledge I’ve gained.
While some may read this and think otherwise, I’m not bitter over what happened. The truth is that C wasn’t in control of her actions and, as a result, I can’t blame her.
Ultimately, what came out of the whole episode? Well, I learned a lot more about myself. When I looked in the mirror, after we separated, I didn’t like what I saw and made a sincere effort to change the things that bothered me most. For some time after, I overcompensated for missing what I felt I should have caught by ‘chasing shadows’ in other women. OMG, she likes the same type of apple C does; she’s gotta be nuts! I developed a rockin' case of fear of intimacy. But, I’ve settled down and moved on to be what I would like to think is an emotionally healthy state. In the meantime, C has married her fourth husband; the shelf life on her marriages seems to be around seven years, so the clock is ticking.
So, to all of my readers, I wish you happy and healthy dating. Don't ignore warning signs in a potential partner. If something seems abnormal, it probably is, regardless of how the other party justifies it.
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So, to all of my readers, I wish you happy and healthy dating. Don't ignore warning signs in a potential partner. If something seems abnormal, it probably is, regardless of how the other party justifies it.
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Wednesday, May 24, 2017
Religion, Faith, etc.
Preface:
Because religion and faith come into play in the dating world, I thought it might be a good time to share my views on the topic. I'm doing this now because these topics will come into play in at least one upcoming entry and it's easier to throw it all out in one spot, instead of having to repeatedly explain my position. This is NOT meant as an all encompassing treatise on theology, nor as the basis for an existential debate on the topic.
Before I go any further, let me be very clear on one thing: I respect the rights of others to believe in whatever they wish and I expect that respect to be reciprocated.
Organized Religion
I have a hate love hate relationship with organized religion. There's no question that religious entities do some great work for the needy, but they've also been responsible for more than a little genocide along the way. More Jews and Muslims have died in the name of God than at the hands of the Third Reich. For centuries, religious institutions were the least tolerant and most oppressive forces upon society. But make no mistake, intolerance of other religions was all about power. In particular, the Catholic church had it and wanted to keep it at all costs. If that meant slaughtering members of some upstart religion? Um yeah, it was God's will they died. We'll come back to God's will later. But the insanity that's been seen its origin in organized religion is just overwhelming, if you think about it.
Christianity doesn't have a monopoly on power plays in the name of dogma. Sure, the split in Islam into the Sunni and Shia began as a difference in beliefs, but it's long since become all about, you guessed it, power. And thousands have died as a result.
As to the horrific things currently being perpetrated by a few meatheads in the name of Islam, I don't associate them with the religion. Power hungry (gee, recurring theme) despots exhort and fund acts by uneducated, ignorant, weak minded, goat fuckers because said despots don't have the economic horsepower to be true world leaders. The homegrown versions are about the same, except they don't have the lack of education to blame. And they likely still fuck goats.
I have to admit the current Pope encourages me just a bit. He seems to be interested more about his fellow man than the power of the Catholic church. Granted, by being so warm and fuzzy, he's hoping to entice people to join the church, but who doesn't have a motive?
My ambivalence toward organized religion continues at the local level, When I was much younger, I went to church every Sunday, participated in Bible study groups, and such. Some of the most genuinely kind and selfless people I've ever met were members of that church. Wow, I hadn't thought of them in years and the memories have warmed my soul just a bit. On the flip side, my church, as I'm sure most churches, included some of the most petty, selfish, jackwads I've ever met. These were mostly in leadership positions. They had their own agenda and it was all about, you guessed it, power, usually over the most inane things.
The Word Of God
Most of the atrocities I've mentioned have been in the name of some god and usually justified by citing the word of said deity.
As I'm neither a scholar of Christianity nor Islam, I'll stick with what I'm the least ignorant about, which is the former. Regardless, my position comes down to this: how the hell can you know what the real word of God is?
Most of us are aware that the Bible we know doesn't include all the books written, particularly with respect to the New Testament. That portion was written over the span of the first through the sixth century AD. Six hundred years is quite awhile after Jesus allegedly walked the earth to be writing about him with any credibility. I'll go out on a limb and say there weren't any first hand witnesses around when those books were written. The earliest books of the New Testament were written fifty plus years after, which makes one wonder why the authors waited so long to chronicle the deeds of the messiah. If they guy actually existed, performed miracles, and such, one would think his deeds would have been written about contemporaneously. And not all the books made the cut; one source I found said that there were originally three thousand books in the New Testament. Who says they weren't the correct ones? A group of clergy sat down and chose the ones to be included. Again, I'm fairly certain none of them had first hand knowledge of the events. Therefore, I would argue that we have no way of knowing what the actual word of God was.
Some of what's considered to be the word of God was most likely created as a way to govern the Hebrews as they sought out a new home. They no longer had a king to fear and obey, so a new entity to guide them was required. What better of a leader to have than a divine one who is all powerful and all seeing? What better to create unity than a benevolent deity, who loves his followers (and isn't afraid to raise a little hell when they get out of line)?
One of the items in the Bible that I'll point to as a support for the 'code of conduct' theory is the prohibition of eating pork, as outlined in Leviticus. It's only been recently that pork could be consumed without fear of contracting trichinosis, so consuming pork could be downright dangerous back before we understood proper food preparation and sanitation. 'Hey, to keep our people safe, we'll just put in that God said it's uncool.' For all we know, the guy who wrote that part of the scripture had a beef (no pun intended) with his neighbor, who was a pig farmer. It's all for naught anyway, because in Mark, Jesus contradicts God and says all food is okay. How did that go down when Jesus rose to meet Daddy?
God: You disobeyed my word by making meat from the pig okay
Jesus: Dad, there's this thing they make from pig; one of the disciples slipped it into dinner. That Joseph's such a joker. Anyway, it was delicious! Heavenly even.
G: Don't get carried away, son. So, what's this new food of the pig called?
J: Bacon!
There are plenty of other things noted in the Bible, that are naughty in God's eyes, yet even the church accepts them now. Just because you're 'the church' doesn't grant you the right to reinterpret the word of God. Although, the Bible was retooled and reinterpreted several centuries after JC left the building, so there's that.
How the Bible has been manipulated over the centuries is a topic unto itself, but it certainly casts a new light on various religions claiming theirs is the right one, and condemn those who worship differently as blasphemers. And they shallst be known as the greatest of the idiots.
The Existence of God / Allah / Ishvara / Other Deities
In short, the horrible things that go on in our world wouldn't occur, were there a loving deity guiding us and protecting us. So no, I don't believe in the general concept of God(s). That doesn't mean there wasn't a creator of some sort. Yes, the big bang theory has a great deal of evidence behind it, but what was before that? For all we know, our universe was a project for some cosmic teenager's senior science project, that he got a B- on.
People of Faith
Readers might be surprised to find I actually hold a great deal of respect for people of earnest faith. Those who truly live being Christian are some of the kindest, most giving, I've ever met. Truly, now more than ever, faith is something that's tough to hold onto. And if your faith provides you comfort, solace, and brings joy to your life, you're ahead of the rest of us. Not to mention, most religion's tenets provide an excellent moral framework.
However, that respect has a few boundaries. While I advocate the freedom to believe and worship as your faith dictates, practicing your religion should never impinge upon my ability to practice my own. Worship that golden calf all you want but if you get in my face for eating a steak, you're gonna have a chance to meet that golden calf maker sooner rather than later.
There is one other segment of the faithful that makes me want to punch them every time they speak; I refer to them as the ones who always want God to drive. These are the people who proclaim everything that happens to them as God's will and take little to no responsibility for their own actions. No, it wasn't God's will you're paralyzed and He's not doing it to test you; it's because you were a dumb fuck and got shitfaced before you got behind the wheel. I met someone recently, who repeatedly did stupid things, most of which I pointed out were stupid prior to said stupid actions being taken. Instead of modifying their behavior, they'd pray for guidance on what to do. Um, I just gave you the fucking guidance!!!! They would repeatedly say 'it's in God's hands'.
Listen people, if you believe in God, you still need to remember the two greatest gifts he's given to you; free will and a brain. And that's the argument I've had with more than one of the non-drivers. I've lost count of how many times I've said 'I'm fairly certain God would want you to use the fucking brain he gave you to make the right choices, instead of hoping he'll clean up after you after you make the wrong ones.' I don't believe in God but I'm fairly certain if he actually existed, he wouldn't appreciate you treating him like your janitor.
Because religion and faith come into play in the dating world, I thought it might be a good time to share my views on the topic. I'm doing this now because these topics will come into play in at least one upcoming entry and it's easier to throw it all out in one spot, instead of having to repeatedly explain my position. This is NOT meant as an all encompassing treatise on theology, nor as the basis for an existential debate on the topic.
Before I go any further, let me be very clear on one thing: I respect the rights of others to believe in whatever they wish and I expect that respect to be reciprocated.
Organized Religion
I have a hate love hate relationship with organized religion. There's no question that religious entities do some great work for the needy, but they've also been responsible for more than a little genocide along the way. More Jews and Muslims have died in the name of God than at the hands of the Third Reich. For centuries, religious institutions were the least tolerant and most oppressive forces upon society. But make no mistake, intolerance of other religions was all about power. In particular, the Catholic church had it and wanted to keep it at all costs. If that meant slaughtering members of some upstart religion? Um yeah, it was God's will they died. We'll come back to God's will later. But the insanity that's been seen its origin in organized religion is just overwhelming, if you think about it.
Christianity doesn't have a monopoly on power plays in the name of dogma. Sure, the split in Islam into the Sunni and Shia began as a difference in beliefs, but it's long since become all about, you guessed it, power. And thousands have died as a result.
As to the horrific things currently being perpetrated by a few meatheads in the name of Islam, I don't associate them with the religion. Power hungry (gee, recurring theme) despots exhort and fund acts by uneducated, ignorant, weak minded, goat fuckers because said despots don't have the economic horsepower to be true world leaders. The homegrown versions are about the same, except they don't have the lack of education to blame. And they likely still fuck goats.
I have to admit the current Pope encourages me just a bit. He seems to be interested more about his fellow man than the power of the Catholic church. Granted, by being so warm and fuzzy, he's hoping to entice people to join the church, but who doesn't have a motive?
My ambivalence toward organized religion continues at the local level, When I was much younger, I went to church every Sunday, participated in Bible study groups, and such. Some of the most genuinely kind and selfless people I've ever met were members of that church. Wow, I hadn't thought of them in years and the memories have warmed my soul just a bit. On the flip side, my church, as I'm sure most churches, included some of the most petty, selfish, jackwads I've ever met. These were mostly in leadership positions. They had their own agenda and it was all about, you guessed it, power, usually over the most inane things.
The Word Of God
Most of the atrocities I've mentioned have been in the name of some god and usually justified by citing the word of said deity.
As I'm neither a scholar of Christianity nor Islam, I'll stick with what I'm the least ignorant about, which is the former. Regardless, my position comes down to this: how the hell can you know what the real word of God is?
Most of us are aware that the Bible we know doesn't include all the books written, particularly with respect to the New Testament. That portion was written over the span of the first through the sixth century AD. Six hundred years is quite awhile after Jesus allegedly walked the earth to be writing about him with any credibility. I'll go out on a limb and say there weren't any first hand witnesses around when those books were written. The earliest books of the New Testament were written fifty plus years after, which makes one wonder why the authors waited so long to chronicle the deeds of the messiah. If they guy actually existed, performed miracles, and such, one would think his deeds would have been written about contemporaneously. And not all the books made the cut; one source I found said that there were originally three thousand books in the New Testament. Who says they weren't the correct ones? A group of clergy sat down and chose the ones to be included. Again, I'm fairly certain none of them had first hand knowledge of the events. Therefore, I would argue that we have no way of knowing what the actual word of God was.
Some of what's considered to be the word of God was most likely created as a way to govern the Hebrews as they sought out a new home. They no longer had a king to fear and obey, so a new entity to guide them was required. What better of a leader to have than a divine one who is all powerful and all seeing? What better to create unity than a benevolent deity, who loves his followers (and isn't afraid to raise a little hell when they get out of line)?
One of the items in the Bible that I'll point to as a support for the 'code of conduct' theory is the prohibition of eating pork, as outlined in Leviticus. It's only been recently that pork could be consumed without fear of contracting trichinosis, so consuming pork could be downright dangerous back before we understood proper food preparation and sanitation. 'Hey, to keep our people safe, we'll just put in that God said it's uncool.' For all we know, the guy who wrote that part of the scripture had a beef (no pun intended) with his neighbor, who was a pig farmer. It's all for naught anyway, because in Mark, Jesus contradicts God and says all food is okay. How did that go down when Jesus rose to meet Daddy?
God: You disobeyed my word by making meat from the pig okay
Jesus: Dad, there's this thing they make from pig; one of the disciples slipped it into dinner. That Joseph's such a joker. Anyway, it was delicious! Heavenly even.
G: Don't get carried away, son. So, what's this new food of the pig called?
J: Bacon!
There are plenty of other things noted in the Bible, that are naughty in God's eyes, yet even the church accepts them now. Just because you're 'the church' doesn't grant you the right to reinterpret the word of God. Although, the Bible was retooled and reinterpreted several centuries after JC left the building, so there's that.
How the Bible has been manipulated over the centuries is a topic unto itself, but it certainly casts a new light on various religions claiming theirs is the right one, and condemn those who worship differently as blasphemers. And they shallst be known as the greatest of the idiots.
The Existence of God / Allah / Ishvara / Other Deities
In short, the horrible things that go on in our world wouldn't occur, were there a loving deity guiding us and protecting us. So no, I don't believe in the general concept of God(s). That doesn't mean there wasn't a creator of some sort. Yes, the big bang theory has a great deal of evidence behind it, but what was before that? For all we know, our universe was a project for some cosmic teenager's senior science project, that he got a B- on.
People of Faith
Readers might be surprised to find I actually hold a great deal of respect for people of earnest faith. Those who truly live being Christian are some of the kindest, most giving, I've ever met. Truly, now more than ever, faith is something that's tough to hold onto. And if your faith provides you comfort, solace, and brings joy to your life, you're ahead of the rest of us. Not to mention, most religion's tenets provide an excellent moral framework.
However, that respect has a few boundaries. While I advocate the freedom to believe and worship as your faith dictates, practicing your religion should never impinge upon my ability to practice my own. Worship that golden calf all you want but if you get in my face for eating a steak, you're gonna have a chance to meet that golden calf maker sooner rather than later.
There is one other segment of the faithful that makes me want to punch them every time they speak; I refer to them as the ones who always want God to drive. These are the people who proclaim everything that happens to them as God's will and take little to no responsibility for their own actions. No, it wasn't God's will you're paralyzed and He's not doing it to test you; it's because you were a dumb fuck and got shitfaced before you got behind the wheel. I met someone recently, who repeatedly did stupid things, most of which I pointed out were stupid prior to said stupid actions being taken. Instead of modifying their behavior, they'd pray for guidance on what to do. Um, I just gave you the fucking guidance!!!! They would repeatedly say 'it's in God's hands'.
Listen people, if you believe in God, you still need to remember the two greatest gifts he's given to you; free will and a brain. And that's the argument I've had with more than one of the non-drivers. I've lost count of how many times I've said 'I'm fairly certain God would want you to use the fucking brain he gave you to make the right choices, instead of hoping he'll clean up after you after you make the wrong ones.' I don't believe in God but I'm fairly certain if he actually existed, he wouldn't appreciate you treating him like your janitor.
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