Sociopathic Tendencies の小説・ストーリー

Contracts with emotional waiver clauses. And then, buried in the middle, something that made my blood run cold. A psychological evaluation. Of Declan. Dated five years ago. I skimmed the clinical language, my hands shaking harder with each line. Patient exhibits symptoms consistent with Antisocial Personality Disorder. Demonstrates lack of empathy, manipulative behavior, superficial charm used to control others. Relationships are transactional. Emotional connections are simulated rather than felt. Recommendation: Patient would benefit from intensive therapy to develop genuine emotional bonds. However, patient shows no interest in changing behavioral patterns. States current approach to relat

He had read up on her in the file - her interests, her habits, her daily routine. Her fetish was interesting. According to a part of the file, it read: the subject possesses a tremendous affinity for mental and physical dominance and exhibits exceptional skills in subduing men she deems powerful. Black Hound dressed the part and looked the part. The kind of power she wanted, he had no idea but he knew that his power was lethal and it worked for him. He had mastered the art of manipulation, effortlessly swaying people to his will. However, he was cautious of the woman driving. She was a psychopathic and unpredictable woman.

She moved her face closer to me and clenched her fists. "You believe your brother? Haha, that nutcase. He doesn't know anything about me." "You know, Bella, I've been researching about psychopaths since my parents died. And you know what I found out? They are manipulative and control people in the palm of their hands. But do you know what's more interesting? They kill people who get in their way." She whispered in a harsh voice. I glared at her and smiled. "Yes, that's how psychopaths are. So I advise you to stay away from me. You don't want to end up like the dead girl I saw a while back, do you?" I teased.

Tiodor Lison sat at his office desk, his gaze fixed on the computer screen. Yesterday’s events had made one thing clear: his victory was assured. On the monitor, he once again reviewed the report on Libia Musso. It detailed every time the young woman had seen a psychologist. He had needed some money to dig deeper into her file, but it only confirmed what he had already suspected. “Depressive disorders, anxiety, all due to a disorganized attachment in childhood,” he read aloud.

"Schizophrenics with antisocial personalities..." "Yeah," Madman's eyes lit up with interest. "Don't you think he's interesting? Is it worth studying?" My mouth twitched a few times. That's funny. I didn't realize it was scary, that's true. "Why do you have to study him?" "Do you know what a 'sociopath' is? Instead of answering me, he asked a question and proceeded to answer it himself. "People with antisocial personalities are highly impulsive and aggressive, have no sense of shame and are unable to accept or be accepted by society..."

he asked venomously. “Get off my ceiling. There are spiders up there-” “This is a journal of your dealings with me, isn't it! What, you think yourself an anthropologist?: 'Samael drifts towards psychopathic tendencies and seems unable to keep his mouth shut. He can't control his id and seems to have a schizotypal personality- Holy Mothers of Rot and Sin, are you psychoanalyzing me!” he roared, hurling the journal to the ground. I caught it just in time.

“Perhaps he fucked up and being stranded naked out in the middle of nowhere was a way to kill him off.” I realized that I didn’t like the thought of him being in danger. Although he didn’t seem worried… “Perhaps he’s a sociopath,” I wondered out loud. “They have a hard time relating to other peoples’ feelings, but unlike psychopaths, they do have the ability to make deep, meaningful connections, meaning they can feel love and sympathy and stuff like that.” And I was telling myself this, because---? Well, I wasn’t quite sure. Did Zane strike me as a sociopath? Like someone who could jump me and slice my throat without missing a single night’s sleep over it?

Possibly for clarity. “Exactly!” I said. Finally he got what I have been trying to convey to him. “Okay, now, this is a problem. As a sociopath, you shouldn't feel things like that. However, there are moments when sociopathy is secondary. Which is often caused by repressed trauma. I would fix you that appointment so that these grey areas can be brought to light.” He promised and bid me bye, before I hung up. My eyes settled back on the reason for my doubt of my sociopathy and I wished for a number of reasons that my sociopathy was magically gone. One of the major reason was that I wanted to love her senseless and witless so that she could experience what true love felt like.

In his small, off the map, hick town full of imbreds and idiots, as he refered to them, he was the smartest one around. Combine his above average intelligence with his unsual choice of hobbies, and he might be considered a sociopath. Nate knows this, because he has a book on mental disorders and behaviors that he has read cover to cover many times. If ever asked, he would be comfortable classifying himelf as a sociopath. After memorizing the contents of the book, he feels confident in make a diagnosis for bother himself and his father, concerning their mental statuses. He knows that what the things that he does is wrong, but he does these things anyways, because he enjoys them. He feels no r

“But Peter is a potential criminal; he can't just be out there without professional support. Which makes me worry about you. Are you really okay? People like Peter don't feel remorse about anything and can end up hurting even those close to them. You really must stay away from him, or you yourself will be in danger.” I hung up the call on her face, putting the device back on the payphone. I was scared and bewildered; there was too much information for just one moment. Not only that, but I mean, of course I had noticed that Peter's behavior was not normal; his attitudes towards social issues were really marginal, but I thought it was all due to a tantrum or because he was just a troubled teen