I know how common it is for the transgendered or the psychopath to present an image contrary to their true status in one way or another. For the transgendered, that means presenting an image that gives no hint of their true biological sex. For the psychopath that means putting on the mask of the neurotypical in order to hide their different mindset and actions. I think there can be another reason such disguises are worn. Possibly the knowledge that one is different causes them to overcompensate hoping that the inevitable realization never comes. Hardly anyone wants to be a member of any shunned group in society. Maybe if the costume of normality fits well enough, one thinks that they will be normal. Such only delays the inevitable and is a mockery of the uniqueness of the individual.
The time shortly after I was diagnosed as psychopathic was a very difficult one. I essentially was diagnosed with stage four cancer of the soul. There was no way to candy-coat it. I was, and am, a member of one of the most hated groups on earth. It did not trouble me that I was considered psychopathic by a professional administering the PCL-R. I didn’t want to be a psychopath. I didn’t want to not be a psychopath. The label itself bore no immediate internal meaning. I was interested in learning about myself more than anything. However, once I had time to digest and reflect, it became difficult. Ignorance was bliss in many ways and now I had to reconcile the diagnosis with my own perception of self – which, granted, involved a lot of turning a blind eye to the actions of my past as well as downplaying my lack of empathy and conscience. When I finally had to confront those “demons” head on, I flailed. I was in denial.