It feels strange to talk about this but I don't want to land myself in jail so an anonymous question can't hurt. It comes with a quick background:
I figured I have ASPD, though I didn't know it by that name, by the time I was about 16 but because of the stigma attached to 'psychopath' and 'sociopath' I kept it to myself and carried on (relatively) unhindered in life. In the past, I'd pushed the transparency of my indifference and manipulation too far and landed myself in care a couple of times but by playing the broken home card it was just put down to attention seeking... no problem there.
Last weekend, though, I came home from Uni to see some family who had travelled overseas to visit and I had a violent urge that has got me thinking about the self-control I once thought I possessed:
Everyone else had gone out for food but I decided to stay home -- there's only so much time I can keep up looking happy to see everyone -- and so had the house to myself. My mother and her boyfriend came home drunk and arguing since she took his keys to stop him driving to his house. He's a bit of a nuisance: It's him who twists my mother's arm in to asking me to come to the family events and when I'm there he makes extra effort to make me put up a face. Nothing too bad but still a pain, I'm sure you'll agree.
Anyway... tempers flared and he ended up getting kicked out. A few minutes later he came pounding on the door, trying to kick it down and then came back with a make-shift battering ram (the metal framing of a bench). I got out of bed, now pissed off that he's been an inconvenience and now stopping me sleep so I instruct my mom to go upstairs where she'll be out the firing line. The thing is, the only thought on my mind is to go into the kitchen, grab a knife and make the problem go away. There was a premise for self-defence so job done. So I wielded and was ready but then heard my mom calling the police on him. Clearly this was a problem -- getting caught using excessive force by an officer wouldn't be good. The station is on the street below to the likelihood is that they'd be there before I'd had a chance to put up an act of being scared and having remorse for doing it.
Later I pondered over it and realised that my only concern was that he was pissing me off and my mom's safety didn't even come into question - sending her away, on reflection, seemed more like a way to be alone to do what I thought I needed. If it wasn't for the 999 call, I'd probably have followed through.
So I guess my query is whether you think the urge I had is of serious concern. I clearly was rational about the consequences and backed down but being that close to the verge seems too close for comfort. Should I be seeking help, do you think?