Notes From Kristen

I Used To Be One Of The Non-Believers Too

“…Conscience…is an intervening sense of obligation based on our emotional attachments–including most especially love, compassion, and tenderness… Fortified with potent emotions, conscience is the glue that holds us together and it is stickier than it is just… A strong conscience insists, You must take care of him [or her or it or them] no matter what…The problem is… not everyone has it.”                                                                                                                     -Martha Stout, The Sociopath Next Door

 

I sit here reading this book The Sociopath Next Door for research into people who lack empathy, remembering vividly when the book was released. I was in graduate school and I thought I was too good to read it. I was too arrogant. I didn’t really believe in sociopaths. I mean, I obviously knew they existed because I believed in and respected the field of psychology. Yet the whole thing was rather abstract to me. Sociopathy seemed like a rarity, like something you only encountered when you were watching a horror film and a man in a mask chased teenagers through dark woods with a butcher knife.

I believed in the relative safety of the statistics I made up in my mind and in cheap thrills.

Which is exactly why the book pissed me off and I didn’t read it. What I didn’t believe in was the premise of the title, so I never even gave it a chance. Sociopaths do not live next door, thank you very much, I thought.  I was offended by what I felt was alarmist.

Although I didn’t consciously flesh out all of this in my mind at the time, that book and the way it presented itself was contradictory to my understanding of the world. It conflicted with and thus threatened my worldview that people are essentially good. I used to believe that people basically have good intentions, although we sometimes make mistakes.  Conscience, I believed, is inherent in being human, but people sometimes make a bad choice in a moment.  Conscience is humanity.

There are exceptions, I thought. Those serial killers out there. The ones who snap. They stand apart, I allowed myself that. But I hadn’t ever really thought about whether I thought that was an inherent part of them or if they had a conscience buried in there somewhere. I just never thought about it.

Even though “sociopath” is a buzzword, it’s also a diagnosis. It’s a personality disorder, but just like so many other people do, I made the mistake of using the former to substitute for the latter.  But what does all of this really mean about my mistake (or anyone’s) in judgment when it comes to how to conceptualize sociopaths?  Here’s what I didn’t know or think through well enough that I know now.

  1. Sociopathy is a subset of antisocial personality disorder.
  2. To have a personality disorder means to have an unhealthy way of viewing and relating to the world that causes problems in many areas of a person’s life over a long period of time that doesn’t go away.  It’s not just a one-off.
  3. Sociopaths aren’t just making a bad choice every once in awhile and then learning from it.  It’s a way of life, and they often don’t view what they are doing as wrong.
  4. The criteria for having antisocial personality disorder or sociopathy don’t say anything at all about murder or even physical harm.  But what they do say is that people with these disorders do things without remorse, lack emotional empathy, exploit and manipulate people for their own personal gain, are pathological liars, and can be very charming.
  5. People with these criteria can pass for normal or mostly normal in everyday life. These criteria could manifest themselves in a variety of ways depending on what a person wants and could cause a lot of harm.

Although Stout’s book was very popular, still the idea has not caught on in a mainstream way that people with antisocial traits engage with everyone else on a daily basis and have the potential to and do regularly cause a vast amount of harm.

I know and accept my reason for rejecting the idea even when I had a chance to become familiar with it.

Even now, it still feels really strange to me to know that I was once on the other side of this.  That once I was so innocent.  I can even think back and remember being that innocent.  It wasn’t that long ago.

I also remember the moment I lost my innocence.  I didn’t think of it as losing my innocence at the time, but I remember something draining out of me. I could physically feel it in my body.  It was at a moment that I was learning abruptly about a series of deceptions and multiple lives he had concocted.  I, also, somewhere in my brain that was not yet numb was having to consider that his life with me was a complete deception as well.  The thought came into my mind that I was not dealing with a man, but something else entirely that was capable of such a thing.

Someone without a conscience.

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“There’s one thing you will never be able to get back: your innocence. Keep in mind that innocence has nothing to do with ignorance or naïveté. It’s simply the well-intentioned belief that all human beings have some good in them–the trust and the love that you whole-heartedly gave to someone else. That’s innocence. Moving forward, you will never see the world like that again. That’s not to say you’re now hypervigilant and jaded. It just means that you’re going to view the world and the people around you in a more realistic light. Instead of automatically projecting your goodness onto others, you let their actions speak for themselves. You see, this is not at all a bad thing. It’s just sad at first, because you can never know you’re losing your innocence until it’s actually gone.”                                                                                                                                                       – Jackson MacKenzie, Psychopath Free

Kristen Milstead

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5 thoughts on “I Used To Be One Of The Non-Believers Too

  1. Even though I’m still struggling to leave that denial at 100% and go no contact with that man, I already see the world differently.
    I thought yes, I was naïve, stupid to have let myself be fooled that way, because I’m a sort of strong woman, but with your article, I realise that WAS INNOCENCE. Omg… innocence for me is like having a pure heart, well, even though I made mistakes in my life before meeting the demon.
    That is sad to tell myself I won’t be able to trust anyone anymore. Especially men.
    A special thing is that before that relationship, I could listen to my intuition and clearly feel if a person or even a place was good or not for me. So: I do not understant why it is so different with narco. It’s like being mesmerised at the first contact with them. But why???? of course I felt something was not quite ok, very soon, but why is it I did not close the door as I used to do with other people or places????
    Do they have a sort of black magic power in their DNA?????
    Thank you, once again for your work here dear Kristen, thank you so much.

    1. Hello. I think they take advantage of the fact that we believe they are like us and we have this innocence that we don’t want to let go of. They also mess with our intuition with all those mind games they play like gaslighting us. I like the quote at the end by Jackson Mackenzie about losing innocence. It still makes me cry every time I read it. We can trust again, we just have to make people earn our trust and not give it because we assume all people are good like we are and won’t hurt us. It’s like like Mackenzie says, it’s a sad realization, but we will be stronger.

  2. Yes, that quote is so true…! thank you so much for sharing it. Yes it is so sad to loose innocence, but it sure will give us a special strenght I am sure.
    Your followed words are also so true and powerful : “we just have to make people earn our trust…” this is it exactly: MAKE PPL EARN OUR TRUST, just like an animal getting back into savageness , who’s always going to be aware, all senses wide open and who won’t trust blindly. “Earn our trust”, sounds so, so simple but those words are so powerful.
    Love from Europe

  3. I was once on that same page. A skeptic. But not any more. People are complex, and an outwardly friendly and caring person with whom you share a life can indeed turn out to be a complete fraud. I’m a believer now because I observed it. I lived it.

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