by Greatexpectations » Fri Sep 09, 2011 11:22 am
I know a psychopath, he told me he was 'a good boy till he was 10 years old.
This is when his father died, who he worshiped.
The family was thrown into chaos. Father had his own business which was doing well, but there were depts. That had to be paid off which meant they had to move from large farmhouse with land to a 'ordinary' house which Joe HATED.
His mother lost her husband, status, home and income. She did not cope well she sounds narcissistic, so there would have been no comfort for him there.
He said he couldn't cope, his father was his life.
From there on he was angry, very very angry. Why take my dad?
He cared for no one, as far as he was concerned now there was no one to care about him.
He took off and lived in woods on his own like a hermit, a wild thing.
His sister took him in eventually, he says she was more of a mum to him than his mother had been.
He wanted money, to buy land to be a farmer.
He went deep sea fishing in the arctic, a very dangerous job but the money was amazing.
After collecting enough money he brought a lorry then more lorries till he had a fleet, then he brought land.
He was involved in some shady dealings, they made good money. He was violent very violent, one very angry man/machine.
His father was a tough guy, I suspect a psychopath.
I think Joe was born psychopath. Their family history showed up some pretty suspect characters.
Did the trauma of his fathers death act as a catalyst, changing him from a 'good boy' into this creature?
It certainly accelerated it, whether he would have ultimately been different if his father had stayed alive I just don't know.
-- Fri Sep 09, 2011 11:31 am --
I had a trauma last year. My partner of nearly four years killed himself. I haven't felt the same since.
I don't trust anyone. I don't trust my own judgement. I don't trust the police any more, I used to trust them completely.
I'm angry, with people, with myself, I should have seen it coming there were warning signs that I should have picked up on, but I didn't. I failed him.
The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
Lao Tzu