In the Wake of My Sociopath

By Kimberly Prescott

Tactics of a Sociopath features a real life story of a woman whose life was twisted and distorted by a sociopath and her rise to victory through research, recovery and the ability to help others through her prose. The story begins with her true story of her days on the road running for her life after her sociopath threatened her very existence. Leaving everything she knows behind, not sure of where she was going or how she will end up, this woman embarked on a journey of new life, new beginnings and a need to research the disease that brought her here, the disease of a sociopath.
The body of the book features tactics commonly used by a sociopath whether man or woman, these tactics are used over and over again as witnessed in research. The body of the book includes the unfolding of pieces of one woman’s true story while the research and evidence help to build credibility and style to the book. From love bombing to gas lighting and everything in between, the specific tactics documented in these chapters wrapped by a true story to help others identify and spot a sociopath since evidence shows that one in 25 people is a clinical sociopath. The research is staggering and as this book demonstrates, there is a great need and desire to understand the mind of a person without a conscience. This has been covered in the media, the movies and is fraught with despair by those that have been touched.
The conclusion of this book deals with the road to recovery, life after a sociopath and resources for those that have been touched by a sociopath. The book is my own personal story written without names to protect my children, but it is based on a true story and is written with all the passion, purpose and might a mother can have. I spared no details. The book is raw and explicit in its details of how sociopaths work. The conclusion of this book is my hope to make a difference in this world by helping others guard against these monsters that wreak havoc on people’s lives at all costs.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kimberly Prescott
• Release date: Sep 28, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370663163

Kimberly Prescott

After 20 years in corporate marketing with Fortune 500's and start-ups and everything in between, I have seen many amazing and enlightening marketing strategies. Some have worked. Some have tanked. But through it all I have found my place. Today, I write books on these varied experiences and am publishing my first of these in the next few weeks. My hope is to inspire others to greatness, to help companies grow and to shorten the journey into marketing automation as many are traveling this road right now. I am also an enchanted speaker who takes the audience on an adventure through real life experiences and into a world where anything is possible. May you enjoy the journey as much as I do each day.

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In the Wake of My Sociopath:

Weapons of Mass Destruction

By Kimberly Prescott

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Published: Sep. 28, 2016

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Contents

Part I: What is a Sociopath

1.         Running for Life

2.         What is a Sociopath?

Part II: Tactics of a Sociopath

3.         Hooks

4.         Love Bombing

5.         Charming

6.         Lie, Cheat, Steal

7.         Character Assassination & Triangulation

8.         Moral Compass

9.         Sexual Adventures of a Sociopath

10.       Gaslighting

Part III: Recovery

11.       Is there Justice?

12.       Understanding SEAT from a Survivor’s Perspective

13.       The Awakening of Spirit

14.       Resources to Help in Recovery

References

Part I: What is a Sociopath?

Chapter 1 Running for Life

Today is my first day on the run. Nobody knows where I am at or where I will end up, not even me. I literally got in the car and drove as far and as fast as I could away from the Emerald City, Seattle.

What am I running from? The sociopath. After being in the wake of one I decided to do some homework. I wanted to learn as much as I could. To that end, I began picking up books and sifting through them as fast as possible. One after another, the more I learned, the more certain I was the nurse that night in the child protective services secure area was correct, I WAS dealing with a sociopath.

But perhaps, I should take you back a bit so you understand the concept of being charmed. I took this phrase from a show called ‘True Blood’ where vampires use their eyes to charm their prey into believing whatever they are told. The sociopath begins the process by charming the target. I will use target for the remainder of this book to signify the person the sociopath has decided to move in upon as its host. This is very similar to a leech choosing a body to feed off of. So, here goes the historical part of our journey…

Flash back 11 years… this unusually handsome man took me to dinner one night late after a business meeting we were both at. He asked me a million questions and I thought he was truly interested. (Note to self: Anyone, who asks that many questions, is looking to hook you. What’s hooking someone? if you don’t know, good. If you do, it means a sociopath has probably hooked you. I will discuss this more in a future chapter.) We dated for nine months off and on. We had great passion and he was always very romantic. Then, my life changed, we broke up, I moved to California back with my parents. I was devastated as I truly thought we were in love. Was it really over? Oh no, you see, I was his target.

He found me in California and called incessantly. I stopped all conversation. It broke my heart, but my parents thought it best to cease the talks and move on with my life. I tried that and it worked for a while until I took a healing training. During this training, we were taught to call those that wronged us and make amends. I felt that I had to acknowledge my part in the relationship so I did. I called. He hooked. Then, he flew down to California the next day.

The ensuing months were filled with weekend visits only to be followed by a huge diamond ring (3.8 carats to be exact) and a wedding proposal. I accepted. My parents almost had a heart attack. They were terrified for me. They couldn’t understand. I didn’t see anything wrong, as this was my white knight riding in on his steed to carry me off, or something like that. You see he hooked me. A hook is where we humans have an emotional attachment to some item, some dream, some child and the sociopath knows this and uses it to their advantage, alas the hook.

I moved my son from a previous husband and myself up to Seattle to be with the man I loved, or so I thought. Two months later he adorned me with 1.5-carat diamond earrings. He said on July 4 when he gave them to me that he wanted to make sure everyone knew how much I was loved by the amount of diamonds on my body.

Then, three months later we had the wedding of a little girl’s dream, remember the hook? It was the event of the century with over 200 people invited. He spared no expense and took me to Luly Yang the famous Seattle couture dress designer. He wined and dined me and made me feel like the only person in the world. I thought, there could be nothing better until… our wedding day.

On our wedding day, everything seemed perfect, except that he got drunk. I had never seen him drunk so this was startling. Then, he left me at the head table as if the deed was done and now I simply didn’t matter. By the way, we had just announced we were pregnant so I had given him just what he wanted. The following week on our honeymoon was worse. The white knight on his steed quickly became the devil in disguise as he drank himself into oblivion. We fought constantly and he tried to leave three times. My birthday was that week too of which got completely overlooked until at 9pm. I told him how sad I was that he didn’t even remember. I guess the honeymoon really was over. From there, it was downhill.

After we were married, the drugs came out. He began only once a day or so. Soon, he couldn’t help himself; he was doing drugs 5 to 7 times a day. He would stop work to go get high. His eyes were always lit up. What’s worse, when he wasn’t high, he was mean….and I don’t mean mildly upset, I mean nasty. I was frequently scared and walking on eggshells with my newborn baby and son.

The ensuing five years of marriage read like a