Revised: 2011.3.12Does “bad-upbringing” create a sociopath?
Upbringing will not make a psychopath, nor prevent one.
What defines “bad-upbringing” anyway? What defines “good-upbringing”?
Based on the fact that it’s genetic, passing from one generation to the next, it only seems logical that a psychopath would be raised by a parental psychopath. Since the elder psychopath is incapable of the emotions needed for bonding or nurturing, the majority of psychopaths would likely have an upbringing that was dysfunctional at best (by at least one parent).
The one scenario in which that would prove wrong is if the bad gene was inherited by a carrier-only parent, someone carrying the bad gene in a dormant state and not afflicted with one of the personality disorders.
No psychopath would be a model parent, other than in their public persona.
My paternal grandmother, dad’s mom, was a mean, demanding woman. She would come into our home and unjustly criticize my mom in front of us kids, and my dad would even join in.
My mom didn’t deserve it and they often drove her to tears. As I grew older, I liked my grandmother less and less. By the time I became an adult, I wanted nothing to do with her. My dad’s relationship to her was very similar to my oldest sister’s (Kathy) relationship with dad: very dysfunctional, and borderline sickening.
I recently discovered that my grandmother’s brother was simply known as trouble. Just plain bad. I don’t know any details of his activities, but I don’t believe knowing much more is critical to my research. For some reason, my grandmother, for at least part of her youth, grew up at a convent.
My sister Kathy was treated very special by my dad, but I believe that she controlled him until the day he died.
Al was a slug, similar to my dad, and was never involved with any outdoor activities, such as team sports. I do not recall him having a circle of friends. My main memories of him were sitting in front of the TV with a mixing-sized bowl filled with ice cream. Other than sharing a room with Alan growing up, I can’t say I really knew him.
My other sister, Marcia, was a middle child as I was, but she was a girl, and dad seemed to go light in general on both sisters — and my brother for that matter. I always figured that dad learned his lesson from me that he needed to treat his next son differently if he wanted any kind of relationship with him. But I do not see it that way anymore.
To say this easier, my siblings were treated relatively OK, but I was always treated as an unwanted outcast. My mom was never treated much better.
Being biological, hence genetically hereditary, indicates at least one parent was also a psychopath, or at least a carrier. And as being a psychopath, that parent most likely had very few positive traits of being a good parent. Remember,
There is no such thing as a “normal” person, as everyone’s brain is just wired differently.
Here’s what the esteemed authorities say:
“According to Dr. Robert Hare, the consensus among researchers in this area is that
There have also been brain scans of true diagnosed psychopaths. Here’s the report based on multiple test subjects:
“Data in the literature report a reduction in prefrontal gray matter volume, gray matter loss in the right superior temporal gyrus, amygdala volume loss, a decrease in posterior hippocampal volume, an exaggerated structural hippocampal asymmetry, and an increase in callosal white matter volume in psychopathic individuals.
These findings suggest that psychopathy is associated with
“If it’s hereditary, then why aren’t you a psychopath?”
She experienced a drastic personality change and became a pathological liar. When I caught her in a lie, she cut-off all communication with me and joined my sister in assassinating my character.
My true character has no resemblance to anyone else in my family, other than my late-mom. I can’t explain it, but I do have a some good theories. Many, if not most conditions can skip a generation. Consider physical diseases, such as diabetes, Alzheimer’s, and cancer, and how they run in families.
Kathy has always had dogs, too, but to her, they’ve been trophies, something to brag about, but shows no compassion for. She does not connect with dogs, nor did my dad. Most of those afflicted with that range of personality disorders have a difficult time relating to kids or pets.
Dad was so bad at connecting with dogs, that his actions permitted their dog — a Springer Spaniel — to become the alpha in the family. One day the dog thought dad was a threat to mom, and the dog attacked. Mom jumped up to protect dad, and was accidentally bitten. Dad didn’t even get a scratch. His inability to relate to dogs further endorsed his inability to relate to his own kids, specifically me.
My sister Kathy is an extremely evil individual. It’s amazing to me that people who are so fake can amass such a loyal following. “Shallow” is probably the nicest word that comes to mind.