Often times our lack of empathy is of no real harm to others. So what if we can’t feel the pain or joy of others? We often have our masks in place and can feign enough concern or elation to where those around us don’t realize the disconnect between our thoughts and actions. Other times, our mask does not fit well enough and the perceptions others have of us come crashing down. Of course this is bound to happen; like one wearing a corset, eventually true forms return.
The long-time reader knows that I have been married before. The relationship was one of parasitism and it wasn’t until I drove my ex-husband to the brink of suicide that my playtoy left my life. In an intimate situation like that, every move is both under scrutiny and quickly forgotten. We notice the quirks of those that we are around most, but at the same time we often gloss over those details that are incongruent to that we expect. Many years ago, my lack of empathy would take the relationship to the brink – long before I had a word that explained it.