The Unkillable Handbook, Dissecting the Counterfeit Human

Dear Sir or Madame, will you read my stack . . .

Today, I am launching The Unkillable Handbook, Dissecting the Counterfeit Human.

In which I aim to provide an anecdotal and clinical dissection of counterfeit “human” -- otherwise known as, psychopaths, sociopaths, narcissists, borderline humans, etc. -- and what to do when you encounter one.

Note -- I do not use the phrase “personality disorder”; here, because I reckon that is wrong on two counts: (a) first off, they don’t have personalities, since they aren’t genuine humans, and (b) secondly, there is no disorder, since they are fully functioning monsters and act accordingly. In other words, they ain’t broke, so you can’t fix them.

I will start with a few real life stories mixed in with my own take on what happened and why.

Over time, I will introduce a few more team members, invite experts and fellow victims to give their thoughts and tell their own stories. I will also give you highlights of the many helpful books, articles I’ve read and even a few movies I’ve watched.

By doing so, I aim to help you reclaim your sole from a predator -- and reclaim my own through the process.

I will look at the mechanics of sabotage, dark tetrad/ Cluster B individuals (which I call “Dark Tetris”; and “Cluster F”, because that sounds way more accurate); I will also explore family dynamics, gas-lighting and how to build a safe roadmap forward.

To start, I will tell my stories, as they happened, and maybe you will see you are not alone.

Also, I will say for now that psychopaths all seem to have a very limited playbook, and they keep repeating it. Call it the Psychopath’s Handbook – since it feels like they all get issued one at birth.

I spent over forty years being the “wonderful daughter”. I believed unshakably that my family was the best and loved me. I often found myself flying to the rescue and fixing crisis after crises. I trusted them completely. Yeah, I know. Turns out they were faking it the whole time.

Anyway, my opinion completely changed -- my mom is the crisis, a very skilled psychopath, and cannot be fixed. This change turned on one very specific set of events, causing me to reevaluate everything I’ve ever believed. I will tell you all about that as well.

This Substack is the New Studio where we turn the hell of living with a counterfeit human into a map for everyone else out there trying to find the exit.

I will start in 1982 on a caliche road in the rural Texas panhandle titled:

She Threw Me From a Car When I was 5. Now I’m Driving.