#48 Psychopathy or Sociopathy???

https://health.clevelandclinic.org/psychopath-vs-sociopath

Where did Don and Freda fall???

What I know of Don’s childhood, his dad died around the time he was 8 years old and his step dad, Dave Cooper was a sharecropper and not exactly gentle… At one time Don might have been a nice person, but once he got the taste of abusing someone else… He ate it up… as for Freda??? Hers is a different story…

Freda’s dad and mom married and had a couple kids… Granpa Miller went on to serve in WWI and WWII… He was friends with the likes of Sgt York… and his wife, my grandma, she was a little crazy… because being a mom, wasn’t on her bucket list at that time in life and she dumped her kids at a orphanage… and granpa found out and took the kids to his sister, who in it’s self is a whole different criminal situation that is worth about half a million, if it had been pursued… I’ll leave that for another story…

Anyway, Freda was left to her own devices and no education and total brainwash on man’s god… she took both feet and jumped in and decided… This is how I will live my life and what I say goes and no one can tell me any different…

So where did my parents fall??? Psycho or Socio???

Psychopathy is genetics in a nut shell, where as Sociopathy can be the direct result of environmental and like thousands, if not millions of kids during the World Wars… Freda was a casualty of white man’s religion and politics and that impression at such a young age, would invariably impact her children, grandchildren and great grand children… Thus the current court case…

How do I know it was sociopathy with both parents??? Ya know, for me to go into detail about how I figured all this out and survived… It would take multiple books… Suffice it to say…

My parents were text book sociopaths and they hide their tendencies until they moved to Arkansas and when you decide to put down roots, well, like all small towns, people gossip and my birth family was ripe for the little town they moved to… I even lived there for a short time…

Understanding that my parents were victims of their own time lines, because of wars doesn’t excuse the choices they made… They couldn’t control their physical actions of violence, they were incapable of critical thinking and self awareness never entered the picture for any of my birth family!!! (Now imagine being born self aware, yea, that deer in the headlights was for real!!!)

Acknowledging the fact that my parents were in fact anything but christian or that my siblings are anything but christian… Yea, that’s something the Trump family will never do… but they will be sending each other love notes in prison, right??? Yea, when hell freezes over…

So, what does this have to do with anything…??? That’s the direction the book will go… It will tell how the military protected sociopathics in the service, because of their intelligence and genius with developing new tech… dad was one of those… (how Trump got elected tells you how crooked the religious and politics really are)…

Because they were sociopaths and not mentally ill, they made choices… They chose to abuse, they chose to lie, they chose to steal they chose to be who they were and tell others what they saw wasn’t the truth!!! (Sound familiar???)

Lack of sleep of late, is because of pain at night… Not because of PTSD or the court case or anything else… No I accept, that my direction I am headed is causing me to confront the reality… My birth family is no different from the Trump’s!!! EWWWWWW!!!

I will never forget the look my mother gave me when I told her, her kid raped my child!!!

No emotion, no blinking, no twitch, no change in breathing, not a flicker of emotion…

I stood up after that moment passed and left the house… 2010 and I never saw her again or had contact until she needed me to get her $80+K from the VA… another story…

Yea, it’s getting easier to confront what was, accept what is and move forward and put it all to rest…

Cranky is now centered around how sore I feel and not how tired I am from PTSD nightmares…

It really is sad… Don was highly intelligent and electrical genius, so you can figure where I got my love for tech from… Freda was a master at anything to do with sewing or knitting or upholstery… She taught herself…

What neither of my parents could teach themselves…

Empathy…

If they had, well you would be reading one of many novels by now from me or I would be in practice in neurology or psychology…

Instead… I fought to get answers so that 57 years of amnesia would come to an end…

I remember…