The “sociopath,” boiled down, is someone who routinely does, and takes, what he wants, unconcerned with the impact of his behavior on others. Nothing in my mind defines his essence more than this concise, factual description. He is rather unique, and thus diagnosable as a sociopath, to this precise extent.
Sure, we’ve discussed this before, but it always merits, in my view, fresh reconsideration. And so let me add, I think, an important caveat: The sociopath doesn’t necessarily feel he has the “right” to what he’s pursuing, or planning to take.
Rather, he doesn’t feel he needs the right. He just needs the want.
Simply wanting what he wants, with or without the right to it, meets his standard for laying claim to his quarry.
Because after all, you may ask the sociopath, “Did you have a ”˜right’ to take that? To steal it?” And he may answer, with intellectual honesty, “No. I realize, intellectually, that I had no right to what I took.”
Which gets to the nub, the essence, of his condition: His” right” to what he wanted wasn’t relevant, didn’t even enter his thinking; rather, his wanting it was the sole factor necessary to support his comfortable, non-conflictual pursuit of it.
To sum up, the sociopath’s disordered essence is captured best in his pattern of taking, without remorse, what intellectually he may very well know doesn’t belong to him—he has no right to it—yet he takes it anyway.
To be clear: when I say that the sociopath intellectually can understand he may lack the “right” to what he’s taking, I’m not suggesting that he lacks a sense of entitlement. Quite the contrary: his sense of entitlement is all the more astounding for his intellectual awareness that he may lack the “right” to what he wants, yet still takes it. In doing so, he is exhibiting self-entitlement, and attitudes of contempt, in their gaudiest, most audacious forms.
One always must beware of oversimplifying complicated concepts. The sociopath’s disorder is complex on many levels. Yet on some levels the sociopath’s mentality isn’t so complicated at all. In some respects it’s pretty simple.
In this article I suggest the sociopath is, essentially, that strange, disconcerting, disruptive individual with a history, and pattern, of taking from others what doesn’t belong to him with an impoverished sense of shame and remorse. When you confront an individual with this history and pattern, you are dealing with a sociopath.
What he takes, and even how he takes it, are less relevant considerations that that he takes, with no right.
(This article is copyrighted © 2011 by Steve Becker, LCSW. My use of male gender pronouns is strictly for convenience’s sake and not to suggest that females aren’t capable of the behaviors and attitudes discussed.)
Hi Katydids….Awe shucks you always make me smile,,,maybe it’s the moon but it has just been a freaky day for me…I didnt go to work ( to wet ) and was going to get so much done at home instead I just wasted the day away – I hate being unproductive…have a busy rest of the week planned so I will get back to my sarcastic witty old self soon…hugs
Dancingnancies, you ROCK GIRLFRIEND! TOWANDA!!!!
Skylar: I agree 100%. Reading about spaths in textbooks does not make one an expert. And yes, You can tell folks about them and they still won’t get it. We who have experienced them hands on and lived to tell the tale are the true experts. The others will never get it until they have their own “close encounter” with the spath.
No one could convince me otherwise that my ex was NOT A “SOCIOPATH” and suffering from some delusional undiagnosed sickness. A normal human could never carry out the handy work of a sociopath and live with it. His or her conscious would get to them.
I watch a story on cable TV called “I survived”. And believe it or not many of the victims tell tales of surviving near death experiences with sociopaths and serial killers and they tell their stories as a warning to folks to let them know what’s out there.
The stories they tell are very eerily similar to the stories here about the psychotic personalities they encountered.
We who have survived the “sociopath” are the “awakened ones.”
As far as my opinion on sociopaths getting bumped off goes: if someone came and told me my ex get knocked off it wouldn’t surprise me. I could even see the cops coming to question me. My ex-spath husband did a lot of dirty deeds to men & women in his past and any number of people could be out to get him.
I always assumed this was how his life was going to end and I still expect his life may end this way some day.
As I mentioned before my ex slept with 2 loaded rifles under the bed. I’ve always envisioned the day the cops would come and tell me someone took him down. I’m also waiting for the day his other ex-wife hunts me down to find out exactly what happened in our marriage. I always suspected he told her untruths about our relationship and made me out to be no good although at this stage of the game she probably figured out the truth.
On the other hand, if someone told me he was bumped off it wouldn’t surprise me nor would I shed tears over it. I’d tell the cops he had it coming. That I had nothing to do with it but I can’t say he didn’t have it coming. I don’t think I’d feel sorry for him either. We reap what we sow and if you live by the sword you die by the sword so to speak.
Hens
Webbles wobble but they don’t fall down. Same with spaths. You can wobble them (sometimes) but you can’t knock em down. But what they hey, it’s a prime example of unmasked monster. Must be close to halloween.
Now, there’s a full moon. and if ya look REALLLLL close, you can see it’s just me, mooning you. 🙂
Skylar
My friend told me ‘never wrestle with a pig. you only get dirty and the pig LIKES it.’
Katy, you silly thing you! Mooning the moon! LOL Yea, I think it is time for a little moon dancing! I’m dancing barefooted!
your just to smart for this old redneck country boy..it’s pumpkin time for me.
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I dont think the gays want to be accepted by the Westboro Baptist Church..
Oxy
I’m swing dancing neath the full moon. We got rain! 2 in! The frogs are chirping. Thought they were all dead. Not the huge chorus we had two years ago but am so happy to hear night sounds during my evening walk.
First though, think my dog wants a walk, She loves scouting for cats…. which is why I keep her on a lead.
Night all.
Hens. LOVE YOU. Every moment. Yr my main man.