Not a sibling, but am the sociopath among us. Growing up, i've always had the lack of empathy towards anything, and usually get in trouble, but i usually find a way out of it. I did the nastiest stuff to animals, threw kittens up the air when i heard cats always land on their feet, and as i learned the hard way, kittens dont. Squeezed a fat goldfish until all is eggs came out. and countless experiments with house lizards, the likes of the japanese horrible experiments do back in world war 2. i cut themin half exposing their lungs still moving, heart still beating, as they tried to run for their lives, strapped a lizard in the middle of the fan and turning it on. left it for days until i had to take it out after it stared to smell.

i finally realized that i wasnt right when i was about 12, when a cat my mother found. it was an odd cat, i didnt mind it much as we already had several cats already. it was a sickly siamese cat with beatiful blue eyes. anyways, one day, i found it taking a shit on the living room carpet and i kicked it hard and sent her flying across the room, making a horrible hollow thud. as it tried to regain its balance i took it hard by the neck and locked it up in an unused freezer and left it there for a few days, my mum desperately trying to find it and i just keep my lips tight. Being an odd cat that it was, it didnt cry out nor was it trying to escape, the freezer was in the house and it was literally next to my mother when my mom broke in tears.. i took the cat out when everyone was asleep and it shat and peed in the freezer, no surprise. but after i let it out, and fed it, it started to walk towards me a rubbed against my legs... felt trickling down my face and realized i was crying.. it was something rare for me to do, especially when it comes to animals..

It was one of the first few things that i loved, other than my family. And it made me feel empathy. although i realized i still have a skewed view of empathy, i still try my best to be and feel to be in someone elses shoes.

Also, back when i was in school, they had us take an iq test of which i scored 140, they took me for counselling and the Councillor suggested me to therapy. of which i didnt really paid much attention to, i was just happy to be away from large groups of people.. They didnt told me what affliction i had, but i know..

im fine now, i dont hurt anything anymore after the cat incident. and i do try to understand peoples feelings.. having a highly sympathetic partner was perfect too and with her i found the deeper meaning of love and understood what empathy is more.

PS; for anyone asking about the cat, it was a sickly cat and had a few complications with its stomach, it lived for a few more year with us, but finally succumbed to its sickness. of which i was very sad.. and thinking about the animals i had harmed still haunts me..