Do not misunderstand me. I am no one’s advocate except my own. I care not for the masses foolish enough to be manhandled by the antisocial and psychopathic demons around them. Nor do I care for those in which I see my own reflection. What I do is for myself. My ego may not be fragile enough nor hungry enough to require me to show my talents for all too see, but my will demands that I be in control. To be in control demands that I control the discourse to the best of my ability. To be in control dictates that I become both entertainer and educator. And, this I do gladly even if I feel little reward in return. Do you want to know the depths of darkness? Do you wish to become acquainted with the self-destruction and fury of the psychopath? Longtime readers would know that you’ve come to the right place. Moving forward, I will revisit topics that dominated the first two years of this blog though with insights that are more current. I am not cured and I never will be. What I am, however, is more aware than ever before.
I’ll be done with this arc soon enough, and I ask you, my valued reader, to bear with me while I flesh out this confusing time. Longtime readers will note that I have not been writing much lately. This is partially due to the fact that I have written so many angles on the subjects of ASPD and psychopathy that it becomes harder with each post to find new material that is insightful and engaging for new and old reader alike. More than this, however, I have found disdain for my communication circles that revolve around antisocials and narcissists. I grow tired of listening to stories of caricature, knowing all too well that I once was cartoonish with my antics as well. There is only so much benefit, of which diminishing returns had more than arrived, in communicating with the damned. I am tired of standing up for those that will not embrace their individuality. I may be mostly unconcerned with issues of morality, but I am an ardent believer in the fact that individuals are ultimately responsible for their own fate. Combine this with the fact that I have often been taken advantage of given my willingness to be a resource, and the discourse became less and less important to me. Where do I go from here? I do not yet know.
What are the differences between sociopaths and psychopaths? Nothing and everything, as it all depends on what is meant by each term. To continue we need to create an unambiguous framework for each term. According to Kent Kiehl, PhD, there are no differences between sociopaths and psychopaths because they both measure the same thing – the etymology is merely different. For others, the term ‘sociopathy’ is synonymous with Antisocial Personality Disorder. What follows assumes that we are talking about the differences between ASPD and psychopathy.
The term ‘psychopathy’ attracts far more than the antisocial. So many wish to gravitate toward this label for reasons that I will never fully understand. Those with low levels of empathy (affective or cognitive) seem to want to use the label to explain their being, regardless over whether it makes sense. Sometimes, the undiagnosed and mentally ill stumble across the term as a means for substituting something “hip” and “cool” for the treatment that they so very badly need. It’s all rather irritating. Wolves are wolves. If you are not a wolf, then you are not a wolf. It’s that simple, yet people want to be seen as something they are not. Ultimately, it is the responsibility of those with the condition to speak up, even if anonymously, to correct such dangerous misrepresentations and mischaracterizations of the disorder.
I occasionally bait “true crime” tumblr as a means of exposing idiocy for my own amusement. The denizens therein have an unhealthy obsession with serial killers and other unsavory types. They come up with the most moronic of tumblr handles to glorify and idolize these demons of society and they see nothing wrong in obsessing over every detail of the crimes this horrid people have committed. When they are criticized for essentially taking pleasure in the pain of others, they recoil. “That would be wrong,” they say, “I merely appreciate the minds that were involved.” They want to be as close to the bloody vignettes as possible without owning them. They don’t want to admit that which lurks in every human mind: a love for the macabre and deadly. This irritates me on several fronts. I am castigated for my antisocial alignment, though I know the difference between thought and deed. It also exposes a particular problem in this age of discourse: tolerance of the trash as a means of ensuring that everyone has a voice at the table. If you don’t like your metaphorical countrymen and the image that they impose on your own, you have a responsibility to silence them just as they have a responsibility to fight back if they feel their cause is just.