I have conquered a psychopath!! Epic karmic justice is mine!!
As an attorney I run into many psychopaths, both as colleagues and clients. In fact, I feel that there are more psychopaths per capita in my profession than any other, save politicians. When I chose my profession I was completely unaware of what a psychopath was or that I was such an irresistible treat to these low-empathy individuals. Had I known I probably would have become a philosophy professor instead.
I didn’t know how to recognize these individuals until I met Mr. V. Mr. V is also an attorney and a self-admitted psychopath. Mr. V gave me insight into what psychopaths found attractive about me, what they wanted from me, and eventually how they were going to exploit me. I learned much from Mr. V, but the best lesson I learned was that no matter what, any psychopath, given enough time, will find a way to hurt whomever they are around. And the hurt will cut so deep and so close to ones heart that it will send them reeling into the depths despair. So deep in fact, that sometimes they’re not quite sure if they will ever climb their way out.
High functioning psychopaths are social chameleons. Dr. Hare refers to this as glib and superficial charm. They instinctively know how to tell you what you want to hear, how to build a facade of trust and then how to turn that trust against you in order to spin you out into a raving lunatic struggling to incorporate the reality you have always known with the reality the psychopath is projecting for you. They enjoy watching you in turmoil as they play the puppet master of cognitive dissidence.
Mr. V did exactly that to me, he found my weakness, which was my hope to escape the poverty that I live in by reinstating my license to practice law. He led me down a path of promises to help me restore my career. Many times he offered me financial help then failed to follow through. He said it in his owns words “I love it when a woman gets so upset that she is crying and begging me to come back while I walk out the door, disgusted with what she has become. Then a few days later I ask her to fuck me again and she always does it, no matter how badly I treated her.” (maniacal laugh follows)
The final straw was when Mr. V promised to pay for the probation that was required for me to get my license to practice law, and thus my career, back. My license has been on hold ever since my marriage and subsequent divorce form EX2 created within me a dynamic of drug addiction and despair that ended with 4 arrests for driving under the influence of drugs in a veiled attempt to commit suicide. I couldn’t afford the $350 per month that was required for the probation, but Mr. V said that if I started the process he would pay it for me. I still trusted him at that point and I turned myself into the bar in order to begin the expensive probation that was going to be required of me. I called him the day I found out that disciplinary proceedings had begun against me, his response was flatly “no, I’m not going to help you. I guess you will be disbarred permanently now.”
Wow…just wow! It hit me with a resounding thud. I had relied on his word that he would help me get my license back and he reneged. I figured my career was over but I was unwilling to accept it. I did some hustling and found someone that hates him almost as much as me, the man who used to share an office with Mr. V, or rather the man who Mr. V used to mooch free office space and toilet paper off of. Mr. V had a 20′ x 40′ foot sign on the outside of this office, advertising his services. This sign was up until today… today my sign went over his sign.
God it felt good. Not only did I manage not to follow the trajectory of failure as Mr. V had intended, but in a grand display of epic karmic justice my sign now hangs over his sign for him and all to see. I not only overcame his harm I supplanted his success.