The Sociopath Next Door by Martha Stout

The Sociopath Next Door

Martha Stout
241 pages
Broadway Books
Mar 2006
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Who is the devil <i>you</i> know? <br><br>Is it your lying, cheating ex-husband?<br>Your sadistic high school gym teacher?<br>Your boss who loves to humiliate people in meetings?<br>The colleague who stole your idea and passed it off as her own?<br><br>In the pages of <i>The Sociopath Next Door</i>, you will realize that your ex was not just misunderstood. He's a sociopath. And your boss, teacher, and colleague? They may be sociopaths too.<br><br>We are accustomed to think of sociopaths as violent criminals, but in <i>The Sociopath Next Door</i>, Harvard psychologist Martha Stout reveals that a shocking 4 percent of ordinary people - one in twenty-five - has an often undetected mental disorder, the chief symptom of which is that that person possesses no conscience. He or she has no ability whatsoever to feel shame, guilt, or remorse. One in twenty-five everyday Americans, therefore, is secretly a sociopath. They could be your colleague, your neighbor, even family. And they can do literally anything at all and feel absolutely no guilt. <i><br></i><br>How do we recognize the remorseless? One of their chief characteristics is a kind of glow or charisma that makes sociopaths more charming or interesting than the other people around them. They're more spontaneous, more intense, more complex, or even sexier than everyone else, making them tricky to identify and leaving us easily seduced. Fundamentally, sociopaths are different because they cannot love. Sociopaths learn early on to show sham emotion, but underneath they are indifferent to others' suffering. They live to dominate and thrill to win. <br><br>The fact is, we all almost certainly know at least one or more sociopaths already. Part of the urgency in reading <i>The Sociopath Next Door</i> is the moment when we suddenly recognize that someone we know - someone we worked for, or were involved with, or voted for - is a sociopath. But what do we do with that knowledge? To arm us against the sociopath, Dr. Stout teaches us to question authority, suspect flattery, and beware the pity play. Above all, she writes, when a sociopath is beckoning, do not join the game. <br><br>It is the ruthless versus the rest of us, and <i>The Sociopath Next Door</i> will show you how to recognize and defeat the devil you know.
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I married a sociopath a few months ago. I thought there was something weird about the way he had a history of hurting others but denying any responsibility. He was so charming to me and pretended to agree with me on pretty much everything, but a few times before the wedding, he became cruel. I blew it off thinking everyone has a bad day sometimes. After the wedding, he escalated into pure monster. He went into angry rages over tiny things several times a day, yelled and called me names, drove recklessly and sometimes ran people off the road, became physically aggressive with me, harassed his co-workers, conned people out of money, "forgot" his wallet EVERY time we went out to eat either alone or with others, and worse. (I don't want to share the x-rated details--but he was just as inconsiderate and cruel there as he was in every other area.) My first clue that something was wrong wasn't because he was being so mean, but was because he always blamed the person he hurt. He verbally attacked at me pretty much non-stop with hateful glaring in between outbursts, but told me I deserved it for getting on his nerves. But the things that were getting on his nerves would never bother normal people--stuff like getting dust on his jacket, (dust that I couldn't even see,) asking to stop to use the bathroom on long car rides, (seven hours with no food or bathroom break,) asking him not to scream at my child, accidentally stepping on the edge of his prized bath mat and getting dirt on it, (must have been invisible dirt,)not being able to read his mind, and more. Sometimes I was screamed at for things that never happened. For example, he had a real fetish about his bath mat and one day went crazy saying I was standing on it. (I definitely wasn't because I'd learned to walk on eggshells to avoid the rages.) He insisted I was on it and I looked down and pointed at my feet showing I was definitely NOT standing on it. He still insisted and I finally gave up and left the room crying ...

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Pages 241
Publisher Broadway Books
Published 2006
Readers 3