The neurotypical is not completely unlike the psychopath when it comes to taking responsibility. Sure, maybe they are willing to take responsibility for a fuck-up at work or a missed appointment, but they never take responsibility for their own self-inflicted wounds. I’m thinking primarily of interpersonal relationships gone south. A relationship should be ended whenever a party is harmed; you don’t get to scream ‘abuse’ when you could have chosen not to stick your hand on the hot stove repeatedly. If you missed every single warning sign that another may inflict damage upon you, then get actively harmed, and still choose not to leave … well you have no one to blame but yourself.
There are a seemingly infinite number of websites for those seeking to recover from abusive relationships. Of these, a non-trivial number focus on relationships in which the “survivor” swears that their ex must have been a “psychopath.” This is asinine for two reasons: by sheer probability, the odds that such an abusive relationship was with an actual psychopath is small, and it creates paranoia for those that should know better.
Does anyone actually “recover” from Antisocial Personality Disorder (ASPD) or psychopathy? Yes and no. We must remember that by the very definition of the disorder that those with ASPD display a persistent and pervasive disregard for the rights of others. This gets at a mindset that is exceptionally selfish and callous, and we must keep in mind that personality disorders tend to be for life. As such, the term ‘recovery’ must be treated with skepticism. It is fair to acknowledge that one with ASPD may learn to show restraint as a means of keeping himself in the good graces of society, however to believe that such restraint is brought on by a seismic shift in personality – that one with ASPD suddenly begins to care about the well-being and rights of others – is laughable.
This is the last post for 2015. By the time the dawn shines on January 1, 2016, I will have remained clean for a year now.
These are the fibers that only twitch. These are the vessels that give me strength. These are the claws that are ready to rend. These are the bones that will not break. This is the skin that keeps me whole. These are the teeth that keep me fed.
This is the dance that will never end. This is the song that calls my name. These are the words that fill my soul. This is the light that will not fade. This is the dark that encompasses all.
I stumble. I stumble. I stand.