Absolutely love the transparency and insight on here: I am really beginning to understand how it works.
Unlike many kinder souls on here. My Dad used to enjoy hitting us, if he had a bad day he had something small and soft to relieve his intense frustration, we were tiny (2years old) when he started. He would never hit us so much that my mother would actually leave, no arm fractures etc, but just enough to relieve himself.
He would laugh wildly at times with the rush he experienced or violently retaliate if we cried too loudly or too much, because if he wasn’t enjoying it, then it just annoyed him, the sound of our distress actually irritated the hell out of him and he would become even more angry and violent.
We learnt to bite back our screams because it would only make him worse. He was, and still has never been remotely sorry. He just can not see what is wrong with his actions, to him, it was an action that he took because he needed to. There is almost a confused response when he has been asked about his grotesque treatment of his own small children. The answer is he doesn’t like children. Especially not small children and we were annoying him, disturbing the football match commentary so he fixed it.
There is no empathy or remorse. His eyes get very fixed when he is about to turn, and nothing can stop him. He has never been afraid of anything, not the police when they came, not other men - no one bothers him, because he knows he will do whatever it takes to win/survive. You can’t stop a person like this, nothing works. He has no real empathy or fear even for himself.
Occasionally my mother would vow to leave, and he would be indifferent, then if she became really serious he might offer to take her shopping or promise her to change. He never did, he just knew he could tell her whatever she wanted to hear and she would stay in her place where he wanted her.
He was capable of deeper cruelty than violence, and that was even worse. Throwing my favourite toy on to concrete to smash it’s face would be a great way to cheer himself up, and watch me scream, or lock us up for hours until we pleaded to go to the toilet for hours Knowing he would kill us if we had an accident.
The total absence of humanity was terrifying to live with. Sadly my brother seems to have acquired the same traits, and over the years I had to contend with both of them.
I am sure many on here are fully aware of their power. My father saw emotions and feelings as pure weakness, pathetic whimpering and he would always have the upper hand - without effort because we cared and he didn’t put simply. I would say there was contempt for people that felt empathy, love or helped others. He just thought why bother? No concept of helping others or understanding pain and suffering. It was another language to him. He would play the game occasionally if it benefited him, but never because he had thoughts for another’s plight. There would be a calculation in there somewhere that is an advantage to him.
If it’s between my father and a Rottweiler as someone said upthread I would feel bloody sorry for the Rottweiler!
You really should never underestimate a psychopath or assume they have limits, or if you dig hard enough for long enough you will find a soul and humanity within them, that’s the scary thing when you realise it just doesn’t exist. By then you are way out of your depth and in deep danger.
My experience as a child of a psychopath is this, it is tremendously frightening, terrifying every day and I am truly relieved to still be alive and posting.