Sociopathy in common usage, refers to condition similar to or synonymous with the conditions of Psychopathy, Antisocial Personality Disorder & Dissocial Personality Disorder.
Psychopathy is a personality or mental disorder characterized partly by antisocial behavior, a diminished capacity of remorse and poor behavioral controls.
Antisocial Personality Disorder however, is characterized by a pervasive pattern of disregard for, and violation of, the rights of others that begins in childhood or early adolescence that continues into adulthood.
Dissocial Personality Disorder on the other hand is defined as a conceptually similar disorder to Antisocial personality disorder.
As i was reading an article of Diagnosed sociopath M.E. Thomas is an author, law professor and founder of sociopath.com, i can't help but wanted to share it, i was surprise and horrified with the confession's, Bless there heart my prayer's are for them, here's what i read:
She's a successful law professor and a Sunday school teacher, with a host of family and friends. But there interpersonal calculus centers on how to manipulate and outmaneuver the many people in her life. Welcome to a world of ruthless cost-benefit analysis, charm and grandiosity.
I have never killed anyone, but i have certainly wanted to. I may have disorder, but i am not crazy. In a world filled with gloomy, mediocre nothings populating a go-nowhere rat race, people are attracted to my exceptionalism like months to a flame. This is my story.
Once while visiting Washington, D.C., I used an escalator that was closed, and a Metro worker tried to shame me about it.
Him: "Didn't you see the yellow gate?"
Me: "Yellow gate?"
Him: "I just put the gate up, and you were supposed to walk around it!"
Me: [Silence. My face was blank.]
Him: "That's trespassing! It's wrong to trespass! The escalator is closed, you broke the law!"
Me: [I stare at him silently.]
Him: [Visibly rattled by my lack of reaction] "Well, next time, you don't trespass okay?"
It was not okay. In explaining their horrible actions, people often say that they "just snapped." I know that feeling. I stood there for a moment, letting my rage reach that decision-making part of my brain, and i suddenly became filled with a sense of calm purpose. I blinked my eyes and set my jaw. I started following him. Adrenaline started flowing; my mouth tasted metallic. I fought to keep my peripheral vision in focus, hyperaware of everything around me, trying to predict the movement of the crowd. I was hoping that he would walk into a deserted hallway where i would find him alone. I felt so sure of myself, so focused on this one thing I had to do. An image sprang to mind: my hands wrapped around his neck, my thumbs digging deep into his throat, his life slipping away under my unrelenting grasp. How right that would feel. But i know I had been in a megalomaniacal fantasy. And in the end it didn't matter; I lost sight of him.
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