In the late 1800's Spaths were referred to as being "Morally Insane." Able to see that certain specific behaviors were wrong, but unable to grasp the fact that the entire group of behaviors that the specific behavior belonged to was bad.
Morals are Concepts.
Spaths are Detail oriented. However they cannot "connect the dots" to be able to grasp a concept the details point to.
The only way I can explain this is to make an example...
Little Johnny goes down the street and steals a Light Bulb from someone.
Little Johnny gets caught and is punished. His parents think they have taught him that stealing is wrong. However, Little Johnny only learns that it is wrong to steal a Light Bulb.
Later, Little Johnny steals a bicycle, and gets caught and punished again.His parents try to explain that.taking anything that does not belong to you is stealing and is wrong. However all Little Johnny has learned is that stealing a Light Bulb or a Bicycle is wrong. He is unable to grasp the Concept that Stealing is wrong.
I talked to a friend of mine that is a first grade teacher and she say's she has a sure fire test (one for females and one for males). She said she has been using it for most of the 45 years she has been teaching. She states that every student that has been "marked" by the test and that she's been able to follow into adulthood has exhibited the same "Morally Insane" behavior. By the way her Husband is a Psych.
They are simple tests. In the absence of other learning disabilities, for females in grades 1 or 2 it's a simple word association test. For males in grade 1, it's a simple arithmetic test. 1+1=2 and 2+2=4, so 1+1+1+1=?. If they don't immediately grasp that concept, the first two (1+1=2 and 2+2=4) are reviewed. If they still have trouble they are "Marked." She say's it's only "Marked" 8 boys in her 45 years teaching, and she's been able to follow 4 into adulthood. All 4 have had problems in High School, and one bad relationship after another. Of the other 4, she is aware that two of them have served time in jail for domestic violence. I can't believe that it could be that simple, but then, if we could keep our eyes open, it probably is. I asked her and how fool proof she thought it was and her reply was something like...It may have missed some, but it didn't mark one incorrectly. She said it just points out that Spaths can't grasp concepts. They literally learn by rote memory, but are unable to think with what they know.
This is a personal Blog about a Sociopathic Brother and how he is tearing a Family apart, and the horrible, unconscionable, things he does. Maybe reading it will help someone else understand they are not ill and the only thing they can do is endure the pain and leave. The only cure for a Sociopath is for the Victims to have NO CONTACT! So the cure is really for the Victims.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
The Madam
It's Sunday and Barry is telling us that he met this girl at church and she is a "Registered Madam" in the State of Florida. {BIG GIANT FRANTICALLY WAVING RED FLAG}
EXCUSE ME! A REGISTERED MADAM IN FLORIDA? Where PROSTITUTION in ILLEGAL!!!! I don't think so.
She wants him to drive a limo for her. Yea right. The Bouncer rides in front with him. He'll make 1G a week, under the table. How he has to get some security licenses and she's going to pay for them. Then he say's that she can help me too. I said "No way. I will not have anything to do with an escort service. I won't risk my security clearance!"
Then he tells us she has to have a prescription for special condoms for the girls and how they have to be checked every 3 months for VD and AIDS. It's the law. BULL SHIT! Maybe in Nevada, but not here in Florida where all forms of Prostitution are illegal..
Then he comes in on Wednesday and tell us that he had dinner with the Madam and her girls and how he pulled the chair out for each of them. And how they said that is the politest man. I guess they didn't look at his chewed to the bone fingernails {gaging}. Oh, and how the Bouncer eats on the porch.
[What Movie is that From? The scene is so familiar. I don't think it was the Best Little Whore House in Texas, or Night Shift.]
Then he starts telling Mom how the Madam will be giving her a check weekly for her to deposit to Mom's account and Mom will give the cash to Barry. Can you say Money Laundering!!!! I warned Mom, ANY involvement with this will mean the instant vaporization of me in her life.
Oh, come to find out, she lives way out in the boonies. Barry's truck broke down Friday afternoon and he missed a chance to make 1G by taking a Girl to Tampa in the Limo and then Picking her Up in the morning. [What flipping movie is this from???!!!]
EXCUSE ME! A REGISTERED MADAM IN FLORIDA? Where PROSTITUTION in ILLEGAL!!!! I don't think so.
She wants him to drive a limo for her. Yea right. The Bouncer rides in front with him. He'll make 1G a week, under the table. How he has to get some security licenses and she's going to pay for them. Then he say's that she can help me too. I said "No way. I will not have anything to do with an escort service. I won't risk my security clearance!"
Then he tells us she has to have a prescription for special condoms for the girls and how they have to be checked every 3 months for VD and AIDS. It's the law. BULL SHIT! Maybe in Nevada, but not here in Florida where all forms of Prostitution are illegal..
Then he comes in on Wednesday and tell us that he had dinner with the Madam and her girls and how he pulled the chair out for each of them. And how they said that is the politest man. I guess they didn't look at his chewed to the bone fingernails {gaging}. Oh, and how the Bouncer eats on the porch.
[What Movie is that From? The scene is so familiar. I don't think it was the Best Little Whore House in Texas, or Night Shift.]
Then he starts telling Mom how the Madam will be giving her a check weekly for her to deposit to Mom's account and Mom will give the cash to Barry. Can you say Money Laundering!!!! I warned Mom, ANY involvement with this will mean the instant vaporization of me in her life.
Oh, come to find out, she lives way out in the boonies. Barry's truck broke down Friday afternoon and he missed a chance to make 1G by taking a Girl to Tampa in the Limo and then Picking her Up in the morning. [What flipping movie is this from???!!!]
Rudeness beyond Belief
Mom and I were having a conversation about some business matters and what we are going to do when Barry comes barging in and cuts her off mid sentence. He just goes right into [The subject of the next post I don't want to spill the beans yet.] ...How he's going to make all kinds of money. How he has to get these Security Credentials and how the owner is going to pay for it...I finally cut him off and tell him that Mother and I were in the middle of an important conversation when he rudely burst in and cut her off mid sentence. He just yells back, "I'm talking now. Don't you interrupt me." Mom tells him to shut up because she and I were discussing something and we were almost done. Barry shouts out, "You listen to me, I'm not Done!" Mom tries to say something to me and I just got up and walked away....His mouth didn't stop till Mom went to bed. Then she called me on the cell phone to sneak into her room so we could finish our conversation. Mom's bedroom door is next to the sliding doors to the Sun Room where Barry has been sleeping. I quietly go into Mom's room and we start to talk and Barry comes barging in without even knocking demanding to know what "T***'s (me) saying about him." Mom tells him "How dare you barge into my room uninvited without knocking. Get out, NOW. T*** and I are trying to finish our conversation you disrupted. This has nothing to do with you!" Barry yells, "You don't order me out when you're talking about me." I just said "Good Nite Mom and walked out."
I heard Mom and him arguing for a bit and then nothing. The next morning, Mom and I finished our conversation.
I heard Mom and him arguing for a bit and then nothing. The next morning, Mom and I finished our conversation.
The Moron and the Psychologist
This is a bit digested, but I'm sorry I've grown tired of relating all the facts and would rather get to the point!
Barry goes to the Harbor to see a Psychologist to maybe get some help. Then comes home and spews his bull shit... Oh , the Psychologist is working on her PhD. How if He said anything to anyone she could loose her license. How it's going to take at least 2 years to help him. How she has another client that went through the same thing (and all the gory details) and how he has to continue to talk about it and we have to listen. How he showed the video of the Yard Sale to her and she said he need s to get an attorney and she will help him out, and she'll get him an attorney. And how he has the proof that I was trying to get him committed back in 2008. I said, Produce It! He exploded and Mom did too, on his side, I just said, "I'll wait till court. Let me refine my statement. you both have 48 hours to produce the evidence...I'll be seeing you in court." and walked away and made a phone call.
They were both bugging me like crazy about the phone call and I wouldn't tell them a thing about it. It had nothing to do with them. It was NUNYA (None of Your Business). It had nothing to do with anything, I was just returning a call from a friend in California. But it was driving both of them crazy.
Needless to say a few weeks have passed and nothing further has been said about it.
Barry goes to the Harbor to see a Psychologist to maybe get some help. Then comes home and spews his bull shit... Oh , the Psychologist is working on her PhD. How if He said anything to anyone she could loose her license. How it's going to take at least 2 years to help him. How she has another client that went through the same thing (and all the gory details) and how he has to continue to talk about it and we have to listen. How he showed the video of the Yard Sale to her and she said he need s to get an attorney and she will help him out, and she'll get him an attorney. And how he has the proof that I was trying to get him committed back in 2008. I said, Produce It! He exploded and Mom did too, on his side, I just said, "I'll wait till court. Let me refine my statement. you both have 48 hours to produce the evidence...I'll be seeing you in court." and walked away and made a phone call.
They were both bugging me like crazy about the phone call and I wouldn't tell them a thing about it. It had nothing to do with them. It was NUNYA (None of Your Business). It had nothing to do with anything, I was just returning a call from a friend in California. But it was driving both of them crazy.
Needless to say a few weeks have passed and nothing further has been said about it.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Paranoia to the max - More Lies that people believe
I wasn't shocked to learn that back in May 2008 (When his girlfriend left him and married the guy across the street) That in 2010 Barry was saying that he called the Crises Center ("The Harbor") to get some counseling assistance and the lady said she couldn't help him because He was already in the system as an Inpatient and that I had been working with them to get him committed. That the lady had to take him out of the system to be able to help him.
He told my Mother that story and even provided a name and phone number to call....OK, first, if you are going to verify a story you don't listen to the story teller and call the number the story teller gives you. Right?. You call the Harbor from a published phone number in the phone book and ask for the person the story teller named. Mom didn't do that, but when I did it by pulling out the phone book and looking up the number to the Harbor and having Mom read and dial it on speakerphone and the Harbor denied even ever having a person by that name working for them, she accused me of being a liar and working with them.
I'm really beginning to believe that she is either deftly afraid of him or that she is as nutz as he is. She keeps using the term "I'm his Mother..." as a excuse to believe his lunacy.
He told my Mother that story and even provided a name and phone number to call....OK, first, if you are going to verify a story you don't listen to the story teller and call the number the story teller gives you. Right?. You call the Harbor from a published phone number in the phone book and ask for the person the story teller named. Mom didn't do that, but when I did it by pulling out the phone book and looking up the number to the Harbor and having Mom read and dial it on speakerphone and the Harbor denied even ever having a person by that name working for them, she accused me of being a liar and working with them.
I'm really beginning to believe that she is either deftly afraid of him or that she is as nutz as he is. She keeps using the term "I'm his Mother..." as a excuse to believe his lunacy.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
As much as I want to get rid of Him....
I think I have found a way to end my misery....Let my Mother keep cooking for him.....High Salt, High Fat. He'll be dead in weeks. You Go Mom! I honestly feel that she's really trying to kill him or herself (and take us with her.)
She's stopped cooking Heart Healthy, and doing all the Bad stuff. Oi! I've skipped meals because of what she is cooking.
She's stopped cooking Heart Healthy, and doing all the Bad stuff. Oi! I've skipped meals because of what she is cooking.
Paranoia + Stupidity + Pharmacutical Abuse = Plain Nutz!!!
Pre info: Barry had somehow hornswaggled a Dr. up north (who will remain nameless) to prescribe a pain killer that is instantly addicting and only given to terminal patients, in addition to getting other Dr.s to give him muscle relaxers, and other stuff. Barry was abusing all this stuff.
Now, here are two good pointers as to how he lies by omission. First, the Dr. that was prescribing him the pain killer did not know that the other Dr. was prescribing the Muscle relaxers. If either Dr. knew about the other and what they were prescribing, Barry would have been made to choose which one he wanted because the two of them did not go together. Second, if you asked Barry he would say "I'm only supposed to take 4 a day," and the "twisted evidence" showed that. However, what he omitted was that he was taking 4 a day of each all at once! And he was mixing the medications, which he was not supposed to do. Oh, and by the way, just about every prescription he had filled was missing 5 to 10 tablets. I've been counting mine for nearly 30 years now and only once did one ever come up short and that was by 1. Before I had a chance to call the Pharmacy, they called me and told me about it. The short on pills thing with him continues to this day.
OK, here's about the subject of this Post...,
Nearly 20 years ago now. Two years after my Mother called me and pleaded with me to "Get Him Out of My House." I finally got him out of the house. "How," you ask? Well Barry did it Himself...
Backup about a month::: My Mother was away, so I came up from Tampa to stay there at her urging. It was a cold January and I was in the Garage tinkering with my favorite toys - Lighted Christmas Decorations of Ole. The clear Windowed Garage door was down. Barry was going through getting disability and was convinced people were watching him. At the time Barry didn't have the house down the cross street from my Mother. But, so you know, Mother's house sits at the top center of a giant "T" The vertical bar ends in a cul de sac. If you miss the stop sign, you'll run right up her driveway...Anyhow, Barry was sticking his head up to look out the window and suddenly dropping down below the window. He did that 3 or 4 times till I asked him what was going on. He insisted that someone was down the street, in the center of the driveway with a camera looking at the house. So I said, "I'll Bite" with a grin and took a look. There was nobody there. The nearest bush the person could hide behind was at least 20 feet to the side and 10 feet behind the person. So I ducked and Barry looked, I popped up and Barry said he just jumped into the bushes from the center of the driveway. Excuse me, the person would still be in mid-flight if he was in the center of the driveway nearly 25 feet from any cover in the tenth of a second it took me to focus. Barry Insisted. Here's the really funny part. Barry goes outside with a 4 legged cane and limp-ing-ly parades back and forth in front of Mother's house, moaning (like the little guy on the old TV program Laugh In), for just under an hour. Then, promptly at 17:00 comes back in, puts the cane away, grabs his keys, and bounds effortlessly into his car and drives off as if someone taping him stops working at 17:00! Oh, His car was actually Mom's old car at the time. It was originally Gray, but had been waxed and buffed by Barry to the point that it was down to bare metal in most places.
Two weeks later, and my Mother failing to believe me; I stayed for the weekend. My Niece (Barry's Daughter) wakes me up at 06:30 Monday pleading with me to take her to school. I do because I love the child. Just as we are leaving Barry is up and running around in circle screaming that he has a cramp and needs to go to the Hospital, "I need a shot of Toroidal," he exclaims. His daughter just say's "come on, he'll be asleep when you get back" and pulls me out the door. J*** was right. when I got home from dropping her off at school, he was sound asleep. Then the phone rings and it was J*** saying she forgot something important and wanting me to bring it to her, so I do... When I come back to Mom's, I can hear all this yelling and screaming going on before I open the door. As I open the door I hear Barry say "You old Bitch, when I get off this floor I'm going to Kill you." Mom was in her Bedroom and Barry was on the Porch. Next thing Barry is up and running circles again complaining about a leg cramp. [Here's where he did himself in] I didn't know what to do, so I call his Dr. and while I'm asking his Dr. what to do Barry picks up an extension phone and starts yelling and screaming at me that I am interfering in his life. The Dr. clams him down and tells him to hang up. Barry complies and as the Dr. is telling me what to do for him, Barry comes over and say's quietly "I have my gun and when you hang up you are dead." The Dr. Heard It!!! I told the Dr. it's OK he's really a Pussy, all talk and no action. The Dr. Chuckled and told me to take him to the nearest emergency room and asked which it was going to be. I told him, and then Barry shouted "You better watch it Bitch or I'll kill you next." The Dr., hearing that, immediately told me to take him to the emergency room and go to a phone where I could talk to him in private. I got to the emergency room and they took him straight in. Apparently the Dr. called ahead. Apparently the Dr. had already called ahead. They told me to go home (It was all of 5 minutes to get back). So I did and called the Dr. We talked for a moment and I said "Dr. Please help my Brother." He responded with "Go back to the Hospital." I went back to the hospital to checked on Barry. They brought me back straight away. The Guard/Nurse told me he was a bit tense. When they opened the door and I stepped in, there was someone in a white coat standing next to me and holding the door. Barry saw me and immediately said "You little Bastard, you did this to me." The Man in the white coat swept his arm across the front of me and guided me out of the room as he closed the door behind him. It took me a moment to process all I had seen, but Barry was shackled. I was left in the hall, looking at two glass doors leading to the outside. I saw Barry being led to a Police Cruiser. Someone grabbed my arm and pulled me away. I asked, "Did you really have to do that to him?" They responded, "Yes, the way he's acting, it's for his own good." They took me to a Nurses Station where I signed papers that stated that "I Believed that he would NOT do Bodily Harm to either My Mother or to Me." [I question that decision now. If only it had said "I believed he would not do Mental Harm..."]
I really had no idea what was going on, and when asked where they were taking him, the response was that his Dr. ordered them to take him to the crises center. Then they shooed me out. In the waiting room, as I was leaving, a nurse approached me and asked why they were taking him to the crises center when that hospital had a great psychiatric center. I just shrugged my shoulders and told her I have no idea why his Dr. wants him to go there.
Now, here are two good pointers as to how he lies by omission. First, the Dr. that was prescribing him the pain killer did not know that the other Dr. was prescribing the Muscle relaxers. If either Dr. knew about the other and what they were prescribing, Barry would have been made to choose which one he wanted because the two of them did not go together. Second, if you asked Barry he would say "I'm only supposed to take 4 a day," and the "twisted evidence" showed that. However, what he omitted was that he was taking 4 a day of each all at once! And he was mixing the medications, which he was not supposed to do. Oh, and by the way, just about every prescription he had filled was missing 5 to 10 tablets. I've been counting mine for nearly 30 years now and only once did one ever come up short and that was by 1. Before I had a chance to call the Pharmacy, they called me and told me about it. The short on pills thing with him continues to this day.
OK, here's about the subject of this Post...,
Nearly 20 years ago now. Two years after my Mother called me and pleaded with me to "Get Him Out of My House." I finally got him out of the house. "How," you ask? Well Barry did it Himself...
Backup about a month::: My Mother was away, so I came up from Tampa to stay there at her urging. It was a cold January and I was in the Garage tinkering with my favorite toys - Lighted Christmas Decorations of Ole. The clear Windowed Garage door was down. Barry was going through getting disability and was convinced people were watching him. At the time Barry didn't have the house down the cross street from my Mother. But, so you know, Mother's house sits at the top center of a giant "T" The vertical bar ends in a cul de sac. If you miss the stop sign, you'll run right up her driveway...Anyhow, Barry was sticking his head up to look out the window and suddenly dropping down below the window. He did that 3 or 4 times till I asked him what was going on. He insisted that someone was down the street, in the center of the driveway with a camera looking at the house. So I said, "I'll Bite" with a grin and took a look. There was nobody there. The nearest bush the person could hide behind was at least 20 feet to the side and 10 feet behind the person. So I ducked and Barry looked, I popped up and Barry said he just jumped into the bushes from the center of the driveway. Excuse me, the person would still be in mid-flight if he was in the center of the driveway nearly 25 feet from any cover in the tenth of a second it took me to focus. Barry Insisted. Here's the really funny part. Barry goes outside with a 4 legged cane and limp-ing-ly parades back and forth in front of Mother's house, moaning (like the little guy on the old TV program Laugh In), for just under an hour. Then, promptly at 17:00 comes back in, puts the cane away, grabs his keys, and bounds effortlessly into his car and drives off as if someone taping him stops working at 17:00! Oh, His car was actually Mom's old car at the time. It was originally Gray, but had been waxed and buffed by Barry to the point that it was down to bare metal in most places.
Two weeks later, and my Mother failing to believe me; I stayed for the weekend. My Niece (Barry's Daughter) wakes me up at 06:30 Monday pleading with me to take her to school. I do because I love the child. Just as we are leaving Barry is up and running around in circle screaming that he has a cramp and needs to go to the Hospital, "I need a shot of Toroidal," he exclaims. His daughter just say's "come on, he'll be asleep when you get back" and pulls me out the door. J*** was right. when I got home from dropping her off at school, he was sound asleep. Then the phone rings and it was J*** saying she forgot something important and wanting me to bring it to her, so I do... When I come back to Mom's, I can hear all this yelling and screaming going on before I open the door. As I open the door I hear Barry say "You old Bitch, when I get off this floor I'm going to Kill you." Mom was in her Bedroom and Barry was on the Porch. Next thing Barry is up and running circles again complaining about a leg cramp. [Here's where he did himself in] I didn't know what to do, so I call his Dr. and while I'm asking his Dr. what to do Barry picks up an extension phone and starts yelling and screaming at me that I am interfering in his life. The Dr. clams him down and tells him to hang up. Barry complies and as the Dr. is telling me what to do for him, Barry comes over and say's quietly "I have my gun and when you hang up you are dead." The Dr. Heard It!!! I told the Dr. it's OK he's really a Pussy, all talk and no action. The Dr. Chuckled and told me to take him to the nearest emergency room and asked which it was going to be. I told him, and then Barry shouted "You better watch it Bitch or I'll kill you next." The Dr., hearing that, immediately told me to take him to the emergency room and go to a phone where I could talk to him in private. I got to the emergency room and they took him straight in. Apparently the Dr. called ahead. Apparently the Dr. had already called ahead. They told me to go home (It was all of 5 minutes to get back). So I did and called the Dr. We talked for a moment and I said "Dr. Please help my Brother." He responded with "Go back to the Hospital." I went back to the hospital to checked on Barry. They brought me back straight away. The Guard/Nurse told me he was a bit tense. When they opened the door and I stepped in, there was someone in a white coat standing next to me and holding the door. Barry saw me and immediately said "You little Bastard, you did this to me." The Man in the white coat swept his arm across the front of me and guided me out of the room as he closed the door behind him. It took me a moment to process all I had seen, but Barry was shackled. I was left in the hall, looking at two glass doors leading to the outside. I saw Barry being led to a Police Cruiser. Someone grabbed my arm and pulled me away. I asked, "Did you really have to do that to him?" They responded, "Yes, the way he's acting, it's for his own good." They took me to a Nurses Station where I signed papers that stated that "I Believed that he would NOT do Bodily Harm to either My Mother or to Me." [I question that decision now. If only it had said "I believed he would not do Mental Harm..."]
I really had no idea what was going on, and when asked where they were taking him, the response was that his Dr. ordered them to take him to the crises center. Then they shooed me out. In the waiting room, as I was leaving, a nurse approached me and asked why they were taking him to the crises center when that hospital had a great psychiatric center. I just shrugged my shoulders and told her I have no idea why his Dr. wants him to go there.
More on the Hooters thing
This is what I posted on MDJunction-How does the family of A Sociopath Survive.
http://www.mdjunction.com/forums/antisocial-personality-discussions/general-support/1458071-how-does-the-family-of-a-sociopath-survive/limitstart/10
They don't unless they can exorcise the Sociopath from their Family; which is nearly impossible
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Long story short (still quite long), My older brother is a documented Sociopath and I am his current Target and My Mother is his current Victim. Unfortunately, My Mother is drawn in to his Faux life so much that when she is shown incontrovertible proof he is lying, she will deny it. She even lies for him, big time. One time she said she went to the Dr. with him and the Dr. said all kinds of stuff about me. While she was doing that, I pulled up the GPS tracking for her car and her credit card account and asked her how it was possible to be at the Dr. Office 40 miles away from where her car was and who made the three charges on her Credit card during that time, and where did the new small kitchen appliance and other stuff come from? She just got mad at me, yet she still sticks to her lie that she was at the Dr. with my Brother.
Most recently, we were out for wings and my brother was making snide comments about me. I just said, while waving my hand, "you know you really need to stop doing that." He grabbed my hand and squeezed so hard he drew blood at the fingernails. I told him if he didn't let go I was going to slap him. He squeezed harder, so I slapped him. He jumps up and yells "He hit me, did you see that?" and runs outside and acts like he got on his cell phone. He comes back in in about 10 seconds and say's "You're lucky, they were busy right now and they can't come and get you." I said, "whatever" and my Mother whom had just gotten done saying "I don't blame you he wouldn't let go," turn around and said "you hit him first, that's why he grabbed your hand." I said just go home, and went to go hang out with my friends and got a ride home from them.
I got smart and called the police after they left and had them pull the surveillance video which clearly showed him grabbing my hand, me saying something to him, and him not letting go till I slapped him...
My brother goes home and hits himself with something in the head to give himself a lump and, then gets my Mother to go to the police with him in the morning and get's her to file a false police report - which, thank God she didn't sign because she'd be in jail now.
Then She calls all the family and tells everyone the lie, and goes around and tells neighbors and friends the lie also...
After the police tell her of the video and that I slapped him in self defense and not anywhere near where his lump is, she refuses to tell any of the people she told the lie to what the truth is.
Now Note: He got Mom to file a report noting that when his lie is uncovered He won't get in trouble, but Mom would.
Beware of these people. He has torn our family apart. My Father passed away over 20 years ago. So I can't break the promise I had made to him to keep our Mother protected from my Brother. Well after this and several visits to the cemetery, I think my Dad understands that I have to break the promise, otherwise I'm going to loose it. Well I almost did because I took to Liquor for a little bit and after calling for help because I wanted to kill myself - out of total frustration - and being taken to the hospital by the police, because I scared the hell out of the person I was talking to and getting let go an hour later when they realized I wouldn't do it.
My Mother is a rocking 84. She still works, now she has to because she can't stop spending. She has a sharp mind, but she is so sucked into my Brother's lies and manipulation that she denies even the medical community.
My Mother twists things so badly now that if she asks me for an opinion, I won't give it to her. i.e. If she asks me if she should buy something and I say Do you need it or can you afford it, she'll tell people I'm controlling her and won't let her buy it. For God's sake, it's her money, she can do with it what she wants. But If I tell her buy it, she'll blame me for her bills! She's so caught up in it, I feel sorry for her.
I firmly feel that the only thing a Sociopath like my brother understands is a physical Beating. Several times in his life my Brother has been beaten. He drives people to it. Then he finally leaves them alone.
Well, he's here now and I can hear him. I have to put my Ear buds in, or my waders on because the crap is flowing....
http://www.mdjunction.com/forums/antisocial-personality-discussions/general-support/1458071-how-does-the-family-of-a-sociopath-survive/limitstart/10
They don't unless they can exorcise the Sociopath from their Family; which is nearly impossible
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Long story short (still quite long), My older brother is a documented Sociopath and I am his current Target and My Mother is his current Victim. Unfortunately, My Mother is drawn in to his Faux life so much that when she is shown incontrovertible proof he is lying, she will deny it. She even lies for him, big time. One time she said she went to the Dr. with him and the Dr. said all kinds of stuff about me. While she was doing that, I pulled up the GPS tracking for her car and her credit card account and asked her how it was possible to be at the Dr. Office 40 miles away from where her car was and who made the three charges on her Credit card during that time, and where did the new small kitchen appliance and other stuff come from? She just got mad at me, yet she still sticks to her lie that she was at the Dr. with my Brother.
Most recently, we were out for wings and my brother was making snide comments about me. I just said, while waving my hand, "you know you really need to stop doing that." He grabbed my hand and squeezed so hard he drew blood at the fingernails. I told him if he didn't let go I was going to slap him. He squeezed harder, so I slapped him. He jumps up and yells "He hit me, did you see that?" and runs outside and acts like he got on his cell phone. He comes back in in about 10 seconds and say's "You're lucky, they were busy right now and they can't come and get you." I said, "whatever" and my Mother whom had just gotten done saying "I don't blame you he wouldn't let go," turn around and said "you hit him first, that's why he grabbed your hand." I said just go home, and went to go hang out with my friends and got a ride home from them.
I got smart and called the police after they left and had them pull the surveillance video which clearly showed him grabbing my hand, me saying something to him, and him not letting go till I slapped him...
My brother goes home and hits himself with something in the head to give himself a lump and, then gets my Mother to go to the police with him in the morning and get's her to file a false police report - which, thank God she didn't sign because she'd be in jail now.
Then She calls all the family and tells everyone the lie, and goes around and tells neighbors and friends the lie also...
After the police tell her of the video and that I slapped him in self defense and not anywhere near where his lump is, she refuses to tell any of the people she told the lie to what the truth is.
Now Note: He got Mom to file a report noting that when his lie is uncovered He won't get in trouble, but Mom would.
Beware of these people. He has torn our family apart. My Father passed away over 20 years ago. So I can't break the promise I had made to him to keep our Mother protected from my Brother. Well after this and several visits to the cemetery, I think my Dad understands that I have to break the promise, otherwise I'm going to loose it. Well I almost did because I took to Liquor for a little bit and after calling for help because I wanted to kill myself - out of total frustration - and being taken to the hospital by the police, because I scared the hell out of the person I was talking to and getting let go an hour later when they realized I wouldn't do it.
My Mother is a rocking 84. She still works, now she has to because she can't stop spending. She has a sharp mind, but she is so sucked into my Brother's lies and manipulation that she denies even the medical community.
My Mother twists things so badly now that if she asks me for an opinion, I won't give it to her. i.e. If she asks me if she should buy something and I say Do you need it or can you afford it, she'll tell people I'm controlling her and won't let her buy it. For God's sake, it's her money, she can do with it what she wants. But If I tell her buy it, she'll blame me for her bills! She's so caught up in it, I feel sorry for her.
I firmly feel that the only thing a Sociopath like my brother understands is a physical Beating. Several times in his life my Brother has been beaten. He drives people to it. Then he finally leaves them alone.
Well, he's here now and I can hear him. I have to put my Ear buds in, or my waders on because the crap is flowing....
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