Aspd cerita

Bronx couldn't say he enjoyed Alto, Georgia. Sure, The Bronx was a shithole (yes, he's named after a county, shut the fuck up), but it was a shithole he was familiar with. And it actually had stuff to do, like the old arcade five minutes away from their old house. Or, you know, the entirety of New York Damn City. Sure, his family was broke as fuck, but it was cool to walk around. The only reason they had moved was for his kid sister, Brooklyn. His Aunt Queenie (named after Queens) had hunted down a renowned developmental pediatrician in Middle of Nowhere, Georgia. Most of his arguments had vanished at that; while he was happy (as happy as he was capable of being, at least), they had been looking for someone to help Brooklyn (in his family, it was just a recurring theme to hate your children enough to name them after landmarks). If you hadn't guessed already, he's not an honest guy. "Down on their luck" didn't fit, since they'd never had any luck to begin with. Aunt Queenie worked her ass off as a secretary at an entertainment agency in NYC, and while it paid well, this country was in shambles, and so was the pricing system. Had to tap your 401(k) to keep a roof over your head. His aunt knew what he did at night; she didn't like it, but she turned the other way when she saw the first stack of cash he dropped onto their old, rickety dining table. Though his dubious income helped them breathe a little, it didn't stop her worry from shifting from finances to her wayward nephew. His trashy (affectionate) aunt loved him, and he loved her, but Brooklyn was the light of his life; he would have ended up in a ditch long ago if they hadn't been waiting for him at home. The first week was fine; whatever, really. He got his info packet from Alto High School. His busmate was some girl named Ashlyn; there were two other new kids besides him, and he would start in three days. Mundane shit. He never could have guessed what would happen on that trip to Savannah.

A young adult named Darin Rei is clinically diagnosed with ASPD-or anti-social personality disorder. In short, he is a sociopath. The trait runs in his family, and he picked it up quite young and was diagnosed when he was 18. Now 22, Darin's uncontrollable impulses lead him to burglary near his college in Pennsylvania. In this incident is where he meets Nadia Zen. A 22 year old girl from one of his classes with a special disorder: Somnambulism, commanly known as sleepwalking. Watch how a sociopath latches onto a girl through pure interest and admiration to indulge in his narcissistic personality.

I meet a guy that seemed normal at first, little did I know he was actually a high functioning Sociopath. He was just like my favorite book Sherlock Homes but he isn't just a private investigator. On top of his ASPD he has a list of other issues as well, has multiple personal disorder and all of this has been driving him to something very bad...

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a sociopath? To lack empathy or remorse for your actions, regardless of their consequences? To disrespect Authority? Have you ever wondered what makes a Sociopath? What the source of such vile, cruel and sadistic villains are? Just remember, there are two sides to every coin- and a price to pay for ignorance.

Ember was taught not to feel. her father made sure of that. For years, Ember lived in silence - existing, not living. Until a girl she never met followed her online and shattered the calm she spent years building. She shouldn't have mattered. But she did. "She Tastes Like Warmth" is a dark wlw romance about two broken souls - one who doesn't know how to feel, and one who's afraid to. Together, they learn that love can hurt, heal, and burn all at once. !!Every Tuesday and Friday new chapter!!

Idk I let out my feelings in this

based on anti-social personality disorder

This story is basically the stats and descriptions of all the voices in my head. Also known as my imaginary friends. I know this is strange for me, but bear with me please. I just need to get this weight off my shoulders

For the first few months after the fall of Amaret, things were settling relatively fine. Turns out, though, rebels desperate for freedom don't usually think that far ahead. The people of Amaret had never known anything but totalitarian rule, and now, they don't know how to function without it. It has been three years since the Anomaly Revolt, and the anarchist expanse now called Idyll is reeling after a devastating wave of natural disasters brought on by the failure of climate control technology. With most buildings in ruins and nearly all factories long defunct, the inhabitants of lawless Idyll fight each other for resources, land and ownership of the few production facilities in good enough condition to be repaired and restored. In a way, it is the ultimate test of humans' cooperative skills: can the former Amaretians bring civilization back to this forsaken territory, or is Idyll doomed without a government?

This is my new notebook I've never really seen anything like this from a actual person with an ASPD so I thought why not just post here as my diary.

I need a favor -SH Wrong person -JM Nope -SH I'm not one of your pets, Holmes -JM I know who you are, Moriarty -SH Roof of St. Barts, twenty minutes No weapons or your friends die -JM --- great minds think alike, though fools seldom differ --- a sheriarty fic set in no specific point of the chronology, cause i can do whatever i want, it's my story:) --- started: 29/04/21 ended: ongoing

A more educated version of an old series I wrote. You are looking in on a writer looking in on narrator looking in on a person with DID. Felicia is that person. So are several others. Conflict, guilt, confusion, and a lack of identity is completely ruining their life. Oh, and now they've all gotta have crushes!?

the therapist says its antisocial personality disorder. my friends say im becoming a psychopath. i say i dont care.

What if JD never killed anyone? What if he was just some poor bloke with a shit ton of trauma, a hella stigmatised personality disorder, and a crying need for therapy? I present to you - *drumroll* - a canon divergence Heathers fanfic with unproblematic JDronica! {Credit for cover art goes to Satmolly on Tumblr}

The CEO of the year has her own beauty but she's also known as a psychopath. She has a disease was known as ASPD or Antisocial Personality Disorder and she met her crush again who being an idol under her own company. But a guy who has the same condition as her also met her after some cases. " It will be pain Really Really Bad~" said Ayla with an excitement in her smiles. #TimsBetterTogether Love is like a game of tic-tac-toe, Waiting constantly for X and O

I don't really know what to say about it the title resumes it perfectly other than it's non-fictional at least not these first two chapters

An autobiography of a classic rock enthusiast, total nerd, and most importantly, me. "I'LL TAKE YOU DOWN THE ONLY ROAD I'VE EVER BEEN DOWN."