This is a cross post from a comment I left at Lovefraud.com.
I’m curious. I consider Matin MacNeil to be an obvious-at-a-glance psychopath. Do any of the readers of this agree? I posted a few pictures here: https://pathwhisperer.wordpress.com/2013/10/11/psychopathic-doctor-martin-macneil-on-trial-for-wifes-death/ .
A while back Lovefraud had a post from a reader about ‘seeing psychopaths’, http://www.lovefraud.com/2011/01/15/letters-to-lovefraud-o-like-umbrella-and-the-shut-down-mechanism/ , https://pathwhisperer.wordpress.com/2011/01/19/as-time-passed-i-learned-how-to-see-psychopaths-it-was-as-if-a-sixth-sense-had-been-awakened/ .
Before developing the ability to ‘see psychopaths’ I think it would be necessary for most people to first believe that it is possible, that others can in fact do it. The doctors MacNeill and Swango are about as obvious as they come. Any thoughts? http://www.lovefraud.com/2013/10/18/dr-martin-macneill-stands-trial-for-murdering-his-wife/comment-page-2/#comment-195002
I think I recognized my first psychopath at around 5 years of age (of course, I didn’t recognize them as psychopaths then but did recognize that there was something wrong with them). I’m grew up in Inkster, Michigan. My mother was a librarian. I recall the library and the road it was on as being on an embankment through (at that time) orchards and farmland. My sister and I had gone down the embankment to wander through an apple orchard and climb trees. While my sister was high up in one tree a group of boys came along and joined us. Two of them came back down from the tree, saying my sister was too high and why didn’t I call her down and then we all could strip her naked and touch her all over. Of course, I was near to panic, not knowing what to do. We were invisible to the road and the library. Should I tell her to stay high and go get help? What to do? And of course I was scared for myself physically. Then my sister started climbing down, with the boys waiting hungrily at the bottom. Before she was too low I yelled out “Jump, run. They want to rip your clothes off.” So she jumped and took off. Luckily she didn’t turn her ankle and luckily eight year old girls and boys are pretty matched physically. So we tore through this beautiful orchard on a bright sunny day back to the library screaming.
It seemed to me at the time, that there was something wrong with the ringleaders of this group of boys. I recall thinking that their faces were too flat, by that I meant too much in a plane, that their eyes were even with the surface. Today I would say that their eyes were shallow, that there was no soul depth to them. Now as an adult I’m certain that these two boys were in fact psychopathic.