Back in May and June, the media blitz for The Psychopath Test, by Jon Ronson, was in full swing. I finally got around to reading the book.
Ronson is a British journalist who apparently specializes in writing about nut cases. He wrote The Men Who Stare at Goats, which was made into a movie starring George Clooney and Jeff Bridges. He has a BBC radio show that, according to the New York Times book review, is considered comedy. But he’s famous, and people like him. I guess I wish that he’d used his clout and notoriety to do some good with this book.
Its full title is The Psychopath Test—A journey through the madness industry. The title is accurate. The book is essentially a history of how the disorder was identified and how the study and treatment of psychopathy evolved, with the stories of a few psychopaths included, most of them killers.
Ronson makes the most important point of the book almost in passing. He describes several meeting with Bob Hare, the respected psychopathy researcher who created “the psychopath test” that gives the book its title (the Psychopathy Checklist-Revised, or PCL-R). Ronson includes a scene in which he is in the U.K., driving Hare to the airport.
Hare says that he wishes he hadn’t spent all his time studying psychopaths in prison—he should have also studied them at the stock exchanges. (I’ve heard Hare make similar statements.) Ronson writes:
“But surely stock-market psychopaths can’t be as bad as serial-killer psychopaths,” I said.
“Serial killers ruin families.” Bob shrugged. “Corporate and political and religious psychopaths ruin economies. They ruin societies.”
This—Bob was saying—was the straightforward solution to the greatest mystery of all: Why is the world so unfair? Why all that savage economic injustice, those brutal wars, the everyday corporate cruelty? The answer: psychopaths ”¦ We aren’t all good people just trying to do good. Some of us are psychopaths. And psychopaths are to blame for this brutal, misshapen society. They’re the jagged rocks thrown into the still pond.
I thoroughly believe that psychopaths are responsible for most of the human-caused pain in society. Ronson actually came out and said it. But unfortunately, he didn’t continue to make the case. After the statement on page 112 of the book, he never returned to the thought.
One other part of the book was enlightening. Ronson spends a few pages discussing the evolution of the American Psychiatric Association’s Diagnostic and Statistical Manual (DSM), now in its fourth edition, with the fifth edition underway. On page 239, he explains why the mental health field has not agreed on what to call this disorder—psychopathy, sociopathy, antisocial personality disorder, whatever. He writes what he learned from Robert Spitzer, a psychiatrist who became editor of the third edition of the DSM:
I’d always wondered why there had been no mention of psychopaths in the DSM. It turned out, Spitzer told me, that there had indeed been a backstage schism—between Bob Hare and a sociologist named Lee Robins. She believed clinicians couldn’t reliably measure personality traits like empathy. She proposed dropping them from the DSM checklist and going only for overt symptoms. Bob vehemently disagreed, but the DSM committee sided with Lee Robins, and Psychopathy was abandoned for Antisocial Personality Disorder.
So there it is—the beginning of the dispute about naming the disorder and how to diagnose it, which has only kept the general public confused.
You might be entertained by this book—Ronson’s writing style is engaging, and the historical background is interesting. But if you’ve had a close encounter with your very own psychopath, you aren’t going to learn anything to help in your recovery.
OneJoy,
your feelings about your mom are spilling over to how you respond to the inept staff. Try not to let it. You have dealt with rude and incompetent people before. You can do this without emotion. You want the staff on your side, regardless of how incompetent they are. The supervisor is not likely to do more than offer “platitudes”.
Panther,
Betty Crocker was not on my radar for gluten free. I’ve never seen it in the stores. Usually, I use a brand called Pamela’s and it’s so good that my BF prefers it to any other pancakes he’s had.
But I’ve never tried making dumplings from it. Not sure it would taste right.
It’s disappointing that the Betty Crocker website doesn’t list the ingredients in the mix nor does it give a list of grocery stores that carry it.
hi sky –
yes, sky it is coloured.
yes she did offer platitudes. but that’s okay- i only wanted info on my mom from her, and i will call patient relations to make a complaint.
this guy was a major asshole and i am not taking his crap.
for once my dad will look like the good guy. he can ‘get them on her side’. he can go in an placate them or whatever – i don’t care. i don’t care how i look, i am not putting up with shit. i have to wait and calm down before i call customer relations, i am livid right now and want to bite heads. this is a teaching hospital – i am disgusted. if i talked to someone like that in my work life i would be fired.
i need some nuerofeedback.
Panther-my Remy is an orange tabby who looks a lot like Morris but he’s much cuter. He is momma’s little daredevil boy. He doesn’t hang from the curtains anymore though. He’s very active and loves to play but also cuddles like a baby. He fell asleep in bed last night snuggled up next to my chest with his head on my chin. I could feel his whiskers. He does let me KNOW when he’s hungry though. He will wake me by either making as much noise as he can, or by hopping up on my pillow and getting two handfuls of hair and pulling. He also likes to wake me by swatting me in the face with a paw.
Hi One,
I was hoping you’de be feeling a little better today. It looks as though it’s not improving. Its SO difficult to be in pain and have to deal with incompetent people to boot. It’s that extra little icing on the shit cake.
Deep breaths…focus….and remember the objective…to be there for Mom. I know it’s so much easier said than done!!!
I’m sending you a big hug, some peaceful and positive thoughts…
((((((((onestep))))))))))
Skylar: I am thinking about maybe just looking up gluten free recipes online and making it from scratch. Usually American products are hard to come by in Germany, but I have been able to find “raw materials” that are gluten free. It would be more work. I have this weird notion that everything gluten free should be available online, since most stores (esp here) aren’t onto this yet as much as they should be.
Liz: ORANGE! AWWWW!!! I have actually been wanting an ORANGE kitty!!! The funny thing is my other choice would be a Savannah, those half-wild breeds. My boy was such a little terrorist that I used to call him my Spartan kitty. He handled his everyday activities as though everything were a matter of life or death: MUST KILL BALL OF LINT ON FLOOR OR ELSE THE WORLD WILL EXPLODE! MUST ATTACK THIS WATER OR WE WILL ALL DROWN IN IT! MUST JUMP ON THE BED OR THE FLOOR WILL DISAPPEAR!!!! He was soooo cute.
One/Joy: I half agree with Skylar about you being sensitive about your mom, but I also think hospital staff tends to be VERY impersonal. I think it has to do with them needing to keep an emotional distance from all the pain, suffering, and death that their job requires. I imagine they would have serious post-traumatic stress if they brought all of their emotions to work everyday. I can understand where they are coming from, but I also think they get blinded by this need to stay semi-numb and never analyze the consequences of this on the people they interact with. They are focusing only on self-preservation in an emotional war-zone. Yet who does this guy think he is TELLING you what to do as though you are a dog or small child? That is just ridiculous. Take a deep breath. I would be pissed too.
again, i love you folks.
coping – for the wonderful phrase, “It’s that extra little icing on the shit cake.”
lizzy – for just sending a big hug (especially when you know how stressed those folks are.)
panther – i think you hit the nail on the head it was PTSD meets PTSD. the moment i said ‘no’ he got quite ugly. loud, bullying, aggressive AND whiny. oh poor him. he was a real shit. (icing as we like to say! 😉 )
i was trying to focus on my mom – trying to get some info about what had happened since i left last night – she is SO much worse…i needed info about her last few hours so that i could figure out how to interact with her. she is still very delusional, but is also now incomprehensible. I am sure she got no sleep as they parked her by the nurses station all night, strapped to gurney as she keeps trying to get out of the bed (and she only has one leg0, AND pull out all her tubes. I spent 2 hours stopping her from pulling out her tubes last night, inc. an old iv that wasn’t working and that causing her some discomfort. nurse that she is, she was poking at it, and trying to take it out. she is bruised stem to stern on her hands and arms from at the iv lines, blood testing – big deep black bruises. i kept waiting for them to come, to put in the new iv line for fluids (she was so dehydrated that her skin was flaking off all over he body) and take out the old line…she almost hit me once. they kept not coming. so i went and said that i was having a hard time keeping her hands off the old iv…
she was really suffering mentally and she needed fluids and a small sedative – instead she sat in emerg for 6 hours without the iv, and didn’t get a sedative until 3 am this morning. she’s old and she has dementia – and she’s just right down on the bottom of the list of care. I understand that their is a necessary emerg hierarchy based on urgency and need – but i think that she is old and demented just knocks her off the list period.
ouuu, bet the shit nurse was a stand in for the n sire! nice…transference.
Dear One/Joy,
Right now,l nurses are being worked like Galley slaves in hospitals, given more to do than any ten persons could do, then whipped by admin because their paper work isn’t up to standards, so unfortunately, many of the more competent and more caring nurses have said “screw this” and left bedside care for something that is less stressful and pays better and doesn’t require being a whipping boy by admin, supervisors, patients and families….that said, you DO deserve respect and your mom DOES deserve good and compassionate care, and unfortunately, the SQUEEKY WHEEL GETS THE GREASE…
During the time I stayed with my elderly cousin and her husband was in the hospital (their daughter who was there most of the time too is an RN) we FIRED the doctor, who said her husband was having a PANIC ATTACK was the reason he couldn’t breathe….well, he was panicking, because he couldn’t breathe, but after another doctor DREW OFF 1 LITER OF FLUID FROM ONE LUNG, he4 COULD breathe. LOL
We raised all kinds of hell with the admin over a respiratory therapist who came into his room to deliver a breathing treatment but didn’t even have a stethescope or listen to his lungs. DUH!!!!
IVs that were infiltrated for hours and swelled up his hands, and your basic “turn and wipe” when he had a bowel movement were things that were not done….GROSS VIOLATIONS of infection control by nurses, not only aids…..
Believe me, I have the greatest empathy in the world for the hospital staff, but at the same time, I have GREATER empathy for the patients and family….so hang in there, go on BE A BITCH, just a CALM, COOL and collected one, and focus on one problem at a time in OBJECTIVE (not emotional) terms.
Actually, I’m glad your mom is “out of it” because she won’t perceive the problems as much as she would if she was totally “with it” BUT she WILL know that you are there, no matter even if she is unconscious. Just TOUCH her and TALK to her, she will KNOW. ((((hugs))))