In her own words, Patric Gagne is, unquestionably, a fauxciopath. I’m honestly still questioning if this whole “story” isn’t a complete joke; one awaiting reveal once sales are no longer high. I’m being serious.
It’s not because the initial conundrum I thought I was experiencing (and had fully expected to experience, given the nature of the illness). Of course embellishment and lying are part and parcel of a sociopath’s identity, so it it’s important to know and accept that you’ll be dealing with an unreliable narrator.
That’s not what the issue is at all, though. I’ve always been incredibly underwhelmed and annoyed by people who write books, go onto television shows, appear for interviews, under the auspices of being a sociopath.
It just doesn’t add up at all with sociopathic behavior (and believe me, I do know a couple confirmed ones - but they’ll be the last to agree to this label, as they either truly fail to comprehend it, or they prefer not to be questioned about their lack of empathy). Sociopaths seeking the spotlight to discuss their sociopathy is too unbelievable to me.
The strangest part about this all, however, is the fact that she’s “*known* she was a sociopath since the age of seven. Yet for all intents and purposes, she hasn’t really been independently diagnosed by an expert psychiatrist. Unless you count her own therapist (no doubt, extremely well-paid therapist) who is already informed, upon Patric’s first visit, that her patient is a sociopath, and only seeks to confirm this diagnosis. Never once did she look at similar disorders/illnesses which might cause her to act differently from “normal people” she encounters: psychopathy, antisocial personality disorder, autism, narcissistic personality disorder (my own armchair diagnosis), etc.
She knows what she wants, and what she wants is to shout from the rooftops that she’s a sociopath (as is evidenced by the exhausting number of times she references her “sociopathic behavior rearing its head” along with “a harmless stretch of my sociopathic muscle” - phrases like these are repeated ad naseum throughout the entire book, throughout every page). She self diagnoses herself, only “confirming” her sociopathy with the therapist referred to in the preceding paragraph, demanding the test which will determine this diagnosis by the traits she encompasses. (Non)spoiler alert: she lands perfectly on the scale of sociopathy but much below psychopathy!
There’s also a lot - or actually, very little - to be said about her “sociopathic traits.” For someone who claims to be completely apathetic and incapable of feeling love, she somehow manages to love her husband and children, her sister, as well as friends and family. This just isn’t the case in the sociopaths I’ve seen. She didn’t just develop the capacity to love based on her brilliant ability to “learn” and “apply” this behavior. Sociopaths might feel some intimation of love, but never the true connection typically associated with the term. Which means she’s either lying about her ability to love, or she’s lying about being a sociopath. I’m leaning towards the latter.
Her “behavior” and history include: stabbing a childhood bully in the neck with a pencil at the age of 9 I think? - said bully was not seriously injured. It also includes stealing things from people, but this is mostly a childhood behavior and limited to things like hair barrettes, necklaces, backpacks, or anything else a kid might find abandoned. Then I suppose she “graduates” to “stealing cars” as a teenager/college student.
I use quotations for stealing cars, because it’s not at all what you think: hotwiring a random car, taking it to commit a crime, leaving it in a ditch somewhere. It’s not pickpocketing a stranger and then locating their car in the lot, taking off with it, with no concern about getting it back or any damage potentially caused to the car.
No, her “bad habit” of “illegal activities” like stealing a car is actually not illegal at all. Apparently, her coaxing car keys from sleazy drunk frat boys (under the premise that they know her, and she’s just “running to pick up the cigarettes/chips/sandwich they asked her to get them, remember?”) is akin to the behavior I described in the paragraph above. I mean, they’re drunk guys looking at a cute blonde girl and have no idea what they’ve said, but I’m sure they’re thinking it’s true (and that when she gets back, maybe she’ll be down for some sex).
This is literally nothing more than borrowing someone’s car. Are you taking advantage of the fact that they’re drunk and blindly trusting you? There could be an argument made for that if she had malicious intentions for borrowing the car, or you know… actually stole the car and didn’t bring it back for a change.
Instead, she does exactly what she tells them she’ll do. She also mentions “joyriding” but fails to explain in any further detail what she means by that, so I can only take it to mean what she explicitly states. Which is basically that even though it’s not her car, she still drives around for awhile like it is, cruising the town and taking in the sights. Is she driving recklessly? No. Committing crimes in the car? No. I imagine if she had, she’d tell us. Nope, to her, “stealing a car” is persuading someone to let her borrow the keys, while she drives around for a bit on her own… then proceeds to do the very thing she promised the owner she’d do, and heads back. She even effusively tells us of how she “balances” these “bad” acts with good deeds: not only does she return the car after only a short time, but she makes sure to fill it with gas if she uses a lot, or you know, if the owner just happens to be low. Okay…?
Her other drastic behaviors include randomly entering neighbors’ or strangers’ houses and hanging out there for a bit. Again though, she’s acquainted herself with these people, so worst case scenario, they may have been alarmed if they’d caught her, but being young and pretty (and female) has its benefits. Whatever excuse she had at the ready in case she was caught - and let’s be honest, we know she had one - I’m sure would have placated the homeowner. At the very least to the extent that they wouldn’t call the police. She’s even familiar with their dog, who is happy to see her. There’s a good excuse right there - “I was just walking by and I thought I heard your dog whimpering. I’m sorry, I just kind of freaked out because he seemed scared, and I wanted to make sure he was okay.”
She prefaces this book (as well as mentions it plenty of times throughout the story) with the goal of wanting to “shine a light onto sociopathy” in order to “help the other 5% or so of others to realize that they’re not alone”, and allow them to feel seen, understood, and develop ways of coping and understanding that she was never given and just had to figure out on her own.
Yet, what exactly she does to help her “fellow sociopaths” eludes me. The entire book is just very petty and self-centered, which might be expected, again, but… I don’t believe I read anything meaningful that was addressed to other possible sociopaths that might help them process, give them some hope? Even though this is apparently her main objective in writing this memoir.
Instead, as others have pointed out, she does the exact opposite by gatekeeping sociopathy, which is hilarious in its absurdity, to be fair, by prattling on and on to her therapist about how
”SO many people just like, PRETEND to be sociopaths, and they’re not even real sociopaths! It’s SO unfair because they take attention off the REAL sociopaths like me, who need help!”
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This never seems at all to be hypocritical to her. After all, if she can self-diagnose as a sociopath, why should others be made to feel bad about doing the same, especially given that they, like she, often genuinely believe they’re sociopaths, and yet, while they’re often wrong (given sociopathy is one of the most misunderstood and most misdiagnosed disorders) she never makes any conscious effort to consider that she could be wrong as well. Then again, a book about a pretty blond woman with OCD or autism just wouldn’t generate the level of interest that the antiquated use of the term sociopath would, would it?
A major problem I find with her argument about writing this book “to help other sociopaths”, even if one were to truly believe she was a sociopath, is that not only does everyone’s experience vary greatly, but very few will relate to the privilege she enjoyed growing up with a father in the music business, representing internationally renown celebrities, living in and partying at Beverly Hills mansions. She’s obviously a member of the 1%.
What bugs me most though, with as much credit as she seems to single-handedly award herself for her outstanding self-awareness of her own sociopathic behavior, her personal treatment plans, her successful coping skills (so successful that today, she has a lovely home, and is happily married to David with two young children) - she seems to give even more - or at the very least, equal - credit to David, “the love of her life”, her “North Star” whose understanding and acceptance of her (mostly) gave her the confidence she apparently needed to truly better herself.
It’s not just about her needing to find the ability to love in her own way, without his presence. It’s literally about the idea that without David, she seems to believe she never would have made it to where she is now. Without his strong guidance and support, his compassion, his ability to balance her, she likely would have never truly come to understand emotional responses and to fight her inner battles.
Again, this leaves me asking: how exactly, again, is this then supposed to help other sociopaths? Surely a sociopath such as Patric, with an exceptional level of personal experience combined with years of experience in psychology research, would be aware that not only will every other sociopath reading this account
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have their own “David” to help guide them, but many may not experience any real desire to have that type of relationship (or may desire to try, but are unable to connect with someone in the same way). This wouldn’t be such a serious problem if Patric hadn’t, again, repeatedly attributed so much of her understanding of self to her partner.
Along with the overtly cringeworthy “reconstructed dialogue” by Gagne (which honestly just reads like a terrible comedic attempt at creating a conversation as to what two people - the “sociopath” Patricia, of course, lest we forget! - and a friend, family member, romantic partner - arguing over their understanding of what a sociopath is and hence how they believe she should behave), it almost seems as if she labels herself a paradox early on in order to justify all of the inherent contradictions and inconsistencies in her claims.
Two examples among countless others?
Well, for one, while she’s in her first year or so of university, she still claims that she is desperate not to be seen as “different”, or “too reckless”, “too indifferent”, “too uncaring”, and the like. She states that because of her fear that people will realize that she’s “not like them”, she often tries to make herself as invisible as possible: mimicking the behavior of others, keeping the attention/conversation on the other person and away from herself.
Yet, despite this desperation to be invisible, she admits to us readers, rather gleefully, just how much she enjoys tormenting her rule-abiding roommate Kimi, a Chinese transfer student who speaks little to no English. Knowing that Kimi is a light sleeper and hates to be awakened in the middle of the night by Patric coming home at 3 AM from parties, Patric not only makes no attempt to avoid Kimi, but explains to us how she enjoys winding her up:
”You broke curfew, you woke me up again, this is inconsiderate,” Kimi states.
“I know,” I replied earnestly, as I shifted slightly in my chair. “But it was unavoidable. I had to return the car I stole.”
Kimi seems not to understand her through the translator box she carries with her everywhere (although, a small box that could instantly translate Mandarin to English and back? In what, the early 2000s or so? Ok, because I haven’t heard of any such devices until very recently, either).
If you’re claiming you want to be invisible, why would you intentionally try to fabricate something extreme that would undoubtedly upset your roommate? And again, we come back to the fact that she doesn’t actually steal cars. It’s even right there in the dialogue. She had to “return” the car. Since when do car thieves return cars? They typically steal them for one of two reasons: one, to commit a crime in and not be identified by their own vehicle; two, to sell quickly either as a whole, or have it immediately broken down into its parts, for profit.
The second example…
On p. 306, she sees David again (who is to become her future husband), for the first time in quite a few months since their breakup and his moving out of their shared home. Here’s how it (supposedly) plays out:
”Then I saw him…
A crush of bodies knocked me off-balance, and I was swept sideways. But not before we locked eyes. He stepped forward and grabbed my hand. Allowing him to rescue me from the sway, I took a second to collect myself. Then I threw my arms around him.
Standing there, holding on for dear life, I said nothing. I just allowed myself to be held, plucked from the current, and temporarily resuscitated by David’s existence… gazing up at him, neon lights from the bar casting shadows across his face, it took all the strength in my soul not to confess. To fall into his arms and beg him to save me. To tell him the truth. That I loved him. Needed him. Ached for him. And not just because he was the only person who ever truly made me feel safe. And not just because being in his arms felt like home. But because he was home. David was the best person I’d ever known. The best person I would ever know.
Then, just 24 pages later (p. 330), she seems to completely forget how much she loves being in David’s arms - to the point that they feel like home..
After a long, rambling, and cliched “confession”:
David pulled me into his arms and kissed me. My body relaxed against his chest. Only seconds before, my thoughts had been a jumbled jigsaw puzzle. But now, everything fell perfectly into place. He pressed his forehead to mine as we stood there for a few seconds in silence. Then he wrapped me in another embrace, this one much tighter.
“I love you,” he whispered in my ear.
I kissed his neck. “I love you, too,” I said. I let him hold me for a few more seconds before adding, “but I hate hugs.“
His arms went slack, but he didn’t let go. He looked me in the eyes and asked, “seriously?”
“Yes!” I said, trying to keep things light as I wriggled out of his grasp. “This is what I’m talking about,” I explained. “I love you, but there are things about me that are just different. Not wrong,” I clarified. “And not less. Just different.”
🤯😂
Let’s just call this book for what it really is: “Possible Narcissist Attempts to Make Good Use of Manipulative Behavior by Convincing the Public She’s a Sociopath.” Despite repeatedly stating the very same stereotypes she claimed to despise. Right.
This book was so irritating I couldn’t wait to be finished. How anyone enjoys this nonsense is beyond me, but I don’t want to criticize others for different opinions, other. The whole thing, as I stated from the beginning, just seems to be a joke. Avoid at all costs. Seriously. If you really want to learn about sociopathy, I’m sure you could find something more authentic on YouTube than this ridiculous fantasy of a tale.
(Lol, I’ve realized the more I hate a book, the longer the review. Oops. I’ll really try to edit this one. I badly need sleep!)