She’s in Parties writes about the difficulty of diagnosing psychopaths:
You don’t notice them until the damage has been done.
I am afraid that’s about it.
Over and over again, reading stories of those who have seen the damage of the psychopath up close and personal, you see a tale that looks something like this:
A psychopath is like this charming tornado that doesn’t even seem like a tornado that worms its way into your life, whirls you around and about in what you think is a dance but is really a shakedown and a beating and then quickly whirls away, never to be seen again.
You are left dazed and surrounded by destruction, and it finally occurs to you that a massive tornado just hit you, but it somehow hit so fast or sneakily that you did not even realize it until after it was gone. You are standing there, dazed amidst the ruins, wondering what hit you. You look outside at the shadow of the human Trickster/Twister worming and shapeshifting its way towards the horizon.
“What the Hell was that?” you wonder.
