GoodPersonEffed
Brevity is my middle name, but my name was TL
- Jan 11, 2020
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My signature says to watch out for vampires who try to feed off of genuine need and altruistic intentions.
Vampires are not always evil, they are not always aware. But sometimes they are. Does it really matter when it's your own blood?
They seek to seduce to get their needs met by dangling carrots of promises they can't or won't fulfill. While the victim goes for the bait, they sneak in and take things that aren't explicitly offered, things left unprotected because the intended victim's attention is on the carrot.
Oftentimes times the vampires do not know how to ask directly in order to get their needs met. Other times, they fear hearing a no if they directly ask, so they manipulate to try to increase the odds of their getting what they seek. They dangle a lure that appeals to a genuine need and/or the desire to help others.
They promise: Feed me and I'll feed you. But they are never satisfied. Neither are you.
This is a boundary issue. A big one.
The following is the story of a suicidal vampire who drew a lot of energy from me until I finally knocked that shit off.
But wait! you may already be yelling at me. You sound uncompassionate! You are cruel!
Better to protect myself than him.
But he needed help!
Ah, but pity is a ruse. It promises that if you don't protect yourself, you will be rewarded by having protected someone else. Then you're undefended, and it turns out that the someone else didn't really want protection from the danger they claimed. They wanted things you never offered, or worse, that you had previously offered and they explicitly rejected, only to later steal it without permission.
This is the story:
When I was 14, my boyfriend committed suicide with no warning.
He is not the titular suicidal vampire of this tale.
When he did, I was already socially and emotionally unstable. I was very caring and supportive. I was an awkward, extroverted nerd. My family was abusive and negating. I needed and sought connection with others. All this made me a target for unhealthy people who would try to manipulate me to serve their own needs and wants.
There was another boy in my social group who began to target me after my boyfriend's suicide. He was on the periphery of the group. He was introverted. He was different.
And he told me he was suicidal.
Of course I wanted to save him! I couldn't save my boyfriend, I hadn't even known it was coming, but this time the darkness was made known, and I could shine light!
For over six months, he dangled the carrot.
He was suicidal.
He was not.
He was undecided.
I was his friend.
We would leave notes in each other's lockers at school. It was our pre-Internet suicide forum.
Day to day, I never knew what might happen to him. At long last, he said he was going to decide.
I waited for the answer.
One afternoon he left a handmade object on the front doorstep of my home. Inside was a tiny, rolled-up note.
I unfurled the note, expecting, at last, a definitive answer. The words were a cryptic poem that I was supposed to decipher.
I crushed the object. I crumpled the note.
I called him. I chewed his ass out. I yelled, "Fuck you!" I told him to never speak to me again.
A week or two later, I was cleaning out my locker and found a note from him. He happened to be waking by. I yelled at him in front of everyone around and told him to leave me the hell alone.
He acted surprised.
Perhaps the note was old and had gotten lost in the mess of my locker. I felt guilty about that, to eventually lessening degrees, for at least two decades.
Over thirty years later, I now know playing innocent is a manipulation tactic. I didn't feel badly enough to take the bait and soothe him, but guilt and pity sucked on my attention, my energy and the goodness of my heart for a very long time.
Today, this illustrates for me the potential danger of seeking a ctb partner or answering a private communication on a forum. I share here what I've learned from the past and the present, should you seek this knowledge. If not, this a good place to stop reading and I hope you got something of value from reading my tale.
If someone dangles a carrot, then they are like the vampire outside the window seeking permission to enter.
Be wary. The red flag has flown.
If your gut says something is off, it is off. You are not the one who is off, they are.
Be wary. The red flag has flown.
If someone's actions are confusing, they may be seeking to confuse you in order to disarm and control you.
Be wary. The red flag has flown.
If interacting with someone feels draining, they are already draining you.
Be wary. The red flag has flown.
If they respect your boundaries, autonomy, and safety, then their actions, not their words, will consistently demonstrate that. Then, maybe, they are safe. It takes a very long time to prove such things before you can trust someone has good and honorable intentions.
Sometimes a con is a long game.
By all means, have compassion. Compassion has boundaries. It is empathy with a desire to help. If help is not accepted, you can move on knowing your heart is good and you did your best.
If you feel pity, though, you've already been targeted to give more than you are willing to give, or are being set up to have stolen from you what you would have been willing to freely give. Pity is a clear signal to disengage and don't look back.
The red flag is flapping hard.
Resist the pull to go back and comfort the other because they may have been hurt by your harsh words, by your rejection, by your ghosting them. They depend on you to feel badly and to return to them in order to soothe yourself.
You are responsible for you.
They are responsible for them.
If they don't have the tools to manage, they didn't have them before you met them, and it's not tools they seek.
If they are unaware, they were unaware before you met them, and it's not awareness they seek.
Vampires are perpetually hungry. They always seek to feed. When you deny them access, they will seek to feed elsewhere.
Value yourself first above all others. You can't live without your own blood.
Save your own neck.
EDIT:
In retrospect, I should have titled the thread A Cautionary Tale of a Suicidal Vampire. The current title sounds like I'm pontificating. Oops.
Not meaning with this story to label and criticize folks, but definitely the dude who vampired on me.
We all have our patterns of not feeling safe to get our needs met by direct means, or feeling uncomfortable when someone directly asks. Vampiring is a metaphor, but its use can create monsters, making it harder to see such a pattern in ourselves, and heightening fear rather than awareness.
I just find it helpful to view things as story and metaphor, they reveal more information to me.
Vampires are not always evil, they are not always aware. But sometimes they are. Does it really matter when it's your own blood?
They seek to seduce to get their needs met by dangling carrots of promises they can't or won't fulfill. While the victim goes for the bait, they sneak in and take things that aren't explicitly offered, things left unprotected because the intended victim's attention is on the carrot.
Oftentimes times the vampires do not know how to ask directly in order to get their needs met. Other times, they fear hearing a no if they directly ask, so they manipulate to try to increase the odds of their getting what they seek. They dangle a lure that appeals to a genuine need and/or the desire to help others.
They promise: Feed me and I'll feed you. But they are never satisfied. Neither are you.
This is a boundary issue. A big one.
The following is the story of a suicidal vampire who drew a lot of energy from me until I finally knocked that shit off.
But wait! you may already be yelling at me. You sound uncompassionate! You are cruel!
Better to protect myself than him.
But he needed help!
Ah, but pity is a ruse. It promises that if you don't protect yourself, you will be rewarded by having protected someone else. Then you're undefended, and it turns out that the someone else didn't really want protection from the danger they claimed. They wanted things you never offered, or worse, that you had previously offered and they explicitly rejected, only to later steal it without permission.
This is the story:
When I was 14, my boyfriend committed suicide with no warning.
He is not the titular suicidal vampire of this tale.
When he did, I was already socially and emotionally unstable. I was very caring and supportive. I was an awkward, extroverted nerd. My family was abusive and negating. I needed and sought connection with others. All this made me a target for unhealthy people who would try to manipulate me to serve their own needs and wants.
There was another boy in my social group who began to target me after my boyfriend's suicide. He was on the periphery of the group. He was introverted. He was different.
And he told me he was suicidal.
Of course I wanted to save him! I couldn't save my boyfriend, I hadn't even known it was coming, but this time the darkness was made known, and I could shine light!
For over six months, he dangled the carrot.
He was suicidal.
He was not.
He was undecided.
I was his friend.
We would leave notes in each other's lockers at school. It was our pre-Internet suicide forum.
Day to day, I never knew what might happen to him. At long last, he said he was going to decide.
I waited for the answer.
One afternoon he left a handmade object on the front doorstep of my home. Inside was a tiny, rolled-up note.
I unfurled the note, expecting, at last, a definitive answer. The words were a cryptic poem that I was supposed to decipher.
I crushed the object. I crumpled the note.
I called him. I chewed his ass out. I yelled, "Fuck you!" I told him to never speak to me again.
A week or two later, I was cleaning out my locker and found a note from him. He happened to be waking by. I yelled at him in front of everyone around and told him to leave me the hell alone.
He acted surprised.
Perhaps the note was old and had gotten lost in the mess of my locker. I felt guilty about that, to eventually lessening degrees, for at least two decades.
Over thirty years later, I now know playing innocent is a manipulation tactic. I didn't feel badly enough to take the bait and soothe him, but guilt and pity sucked on my attention, my energy and the goodness of my heart for a very long time.
Today, this illustrates for me the potential danger of seeking a ctb partner or answering a private communication on a forum. I share here what I've learned from the past and the present, should you seek this knowledge. If not, this a good place to stop reading and I hope you got something of value from reading my tale.
If someone dangles a carrot, then they are like the vampire outside the window seeking permission to enter.
Be wary. The red flag has flown.
If your gut says something is off, it is off. You are not the one who is off, they are.
Be wary. The red flag has flown.
If someone's actions are confusing, they may be seeking to confuse you in order to disarm and control you.
Be wary. The red flag has flown.
If interacting with someone feels draining, they are already draining you.
Be wary. The red flag has flown.
If they respect your boundaries, autonomy, and safety, then their actions, not their words, will consistently demonstrate that. Then, maybe, they are safe. It takes a very long time to prove such things before you can trust someone has good and honorable intentions.
Sometimes a con is a long game.
By all means, have compassion. Compassion has boundaries. It is empathy with a desire to help. If help is not accepted, you can move on knowing your heart is good and you did your best.
If you feel pity, though, you've already been targeted to give more than you are willing to give, or are being set up to have stolen from you what you would have been willing to freely give. Pity is a clear signal to disengage and don't look back.
The red flag is flapping hard.
Resist the pull to go back and comfort the other because they may have been hurt by your harsh words, by your rejection, by your ghosting them. They depend on you to feel badly and to return to them in order to soothe yourself.
You are responsible for you.
They are responsible for them.
If they don't have the tools to manage, they didn't have them before you met them, and it's not tools they seek.
If they are unaware, they were unaware before you met them, and it's not awareness they seek.
Vampires are perpetually hungry. They always seek to feed. When you deny them access, they will seek to feed elsewhere.
Value yourself first above all others. You can't live without your own blood.
Save your own neck.
EDIT:
In retrospect, I should have titled the thread A Cautionary Tale of a Suicidal Vampire. The current title sounds like I'm pontificating. Oops.
Not meaning with this story to label and criticize folks, but definitely the dude who vampired on me.
We all have our patterns of not feeling safe to get our needs met by direct means, or feeling uncomfortable when someone directly asks. Vampiring is a metaphor, but its use can create monsters, making it harder to see such a pattern in ourselves, and heightening fear rather than awareness.
I just find it helpful to view things as story and metaphor, they reveal more information to me.
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