The Sociopath Next Door – by Martha Stout

This is a must read book.  When I was doing jury duty a few weeks ago I met a wonderful woman…this woman suggested I read this book, and then one week later lent the audio book to me.  After reading this book I completely believe Morgan’s stalker was definitely a sociopath, and can not be changed.  He will never have feelings like normal people have, and I believe he will go on to do this again, and again.  There is no cure for sociopathy.  This type of stalker fits right in to society, we don’t really see him do we?

Martha Stout writes: We are accustomed to think of sociopaths as violent criminals, but in The Sociopath Next Door, 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.

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.

The fact is, we all almost certainly know at least one or more sociopaths already. Part of the urgency in reading The Sociopath Next Door 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.

It is the ruthless versus the rest of us, and The Sociopath Next Door will show you how to recognize and defeat the devil you know.

Saturday, August 13, 2011 – the 12th day of Morgan’s stalking

Morgan’s dad puts motion lights up all around the house.  He leaves to go up to the hardware store and right after he drove away, a person named Matt (that I have never seen in our neighborhood before) shows up at our front door, and asks to borrow an extension cord.  My suspicions about anyone or everyone in this neighborhood is now in full swing.  The officers that have come over to the house to investigate believe the stalker is someone in our neighborhood, or very close by.  The officers have asked us to keep it to ourselves for a little while, so they will have some time to investigate and close in on a suspect.  They believe this because no one can figure out how that stalker could be tapping or banging on windows within 10 – 15 minutes of Morgan arriving home, even when she switches cars. I think this person showing up on my doorstep is strange, so I get Matt to write down his phone number, so Steve can call him when he returns home.  I am just suspicious, because this person tells me he just moved in. And now this person shows up at our front door, right after it was obvious Steve is installing more motion lights around the house, and in one case had to use an extension cord. This Matt person said he had moved in on the corner recently, and is renting a room.  He seems to be the same height as the person in the picture, but his build is much larger.

Later on, Elliott (our neighbor across the street) tells me the name of the roommate that moved into that house, at the beginning of August.  The name Elliott shared with me was Eric, so Elliott states this Matt person is presumably the older brother of the other male living in that house. I don’t think this is the person we are looking for.  So we scratch him off the list.

Steve and I are keeping track in a book and on a calendar when we see cars in driveways right after an incident.  We want to see who is always there or who is not there when an incident occurs.

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Friday, August 12, 2011 – the 11th day of Morgan’s Stalking

After work today we went to purchase more motion detector lights, the high intensity types, along with more motion detector alarms.  We are trying to completely cover the perimeter of our house, and perhaps get advanced warning of someone approaching.

Earlier in the day at  2:58 pm I sent Morgan a text message, “M – text me a really good picture of Wyhla, and is that how you spell her name?”  Morgan texts me back, “You have a picture of her on your phone.  Or dad’s.  It’s Wylah.”

At 4:23 pm I sent her a text back, “Thanks!”  Then Morgan sends me a text that says, “Mhm.  Whatcha doing?”  At 5:59 pm I send an answer, “Just leaving Costco should we come get you?”  At 6:17 pm she responds, “No, it’s cool I was just wondering why you wanted a pic.”  I said, “To send to Bill.”  Bill is Morgan’s Godfather – he lives in Kauai.  She had just spent 2 weeks with him, and his wife Diane in June, and had such a wonderful time with them both…she misses them.  They haven’t seen a picture of her new puppy yet, so I thought I would send them one.  Morgan writes back, “Aww.  Yay.”

At 6:38 pm I sent her a text that says, “Suppose you can do that later perhaps?”  (not sure what that was about, I guess she must have called or sent her dad a text about something).  Then at 7:43 pm I sent Morgan a text that said, “Almost 8:00 pm can we come get you?”  Morgan texts back, “Give me an hour?”  I say, “OK – 8:45 where?”  Morgan texts back, “Mom…Nine.  Just call me when you’re close.”  I sent her another text at 8:46 pm, “We are at the Methodist Church right one?” She texts back, “K. Just a second.”

It’s strange to suddenly be treating our 19-year-old daughter like she was twelve again, but she doesn’t seem to mind at all.  She’s afraid, we’re afraid, and we are trying not to talk about our fear – talking about it would make it real.

Her stalking has been going on for 11 days now, and even though I may call it a quiet night, we don’t really sleep well.  Our guard has been raised and we are becoming, what the sheriff’s tell us later is called “hyper-vigilant.”  It’s like when you sleep in a new place that you are uncomfortable in, every noise no matter how small or slight, has added significance now.  We lie in bed and instead of kissing and saying, “Good night honey” we talk about what we are going to do if we should hear a rock against the window, because we know someone is out there trying to terrorize us.  Who’s going out the front door?  Who’s going out the back door?  Mag lights on, Mag lights off?  How are the two of us going to corner him/her?  We actually have no idea who he is, or if it’s even a he.  So far we have never caught the slightest glimpse.  If it were not for his/her actual footprints, up against our house in front of our windows, we would be dealing with that small doubt – we have had so many theories from our friends that maybe the windows could make noises on their own with temperature changes, or it could be bats with faulty sonar that smack into windows – however none of those leave Etnie skater shoe footprints on the ground.

Morgan still feels safer sleeping in our closet on the floor, and tonight there was no noise on the closet window…it was a quiet night.

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