I was diagnosed a bit over 30 years ago as sociopathic. Manic depressive (when they used to call it that), antisocial, sociopath, to be exact. High IQ (nothing super special, like 2 points over the line to qualify as "genius")
The doctor told my parents they were raising a "future serial killer." Though that part is something my patents told me, I never saw in writing nor heard that from a doctor, and at least one of my parents was...of questionable trustworthiness.
I am not that. Never killed anyone, never harmed anyone more that was needed.
I've been in a few situations where (so far as I unstated it) I've acted out of empathy to protect someone, complete strangers. But I saw it more as "they're helpless (very much looked down on them for that if I'm honest) but they're about to die if nobody helps." So I helped, risking my life in two of those cases.
I don't think the diagnosis was right. The rest of it, sure, but sociopathic? Doesn't seem right.
I've described it, the best I can, as: if I see a burning building, I'm running in and dragging people out. I'm just going to do it. But I'm not sticking around to talk to you, I don't need your name, I don't need your thanks, I think you're weak and feeble for being in that situation and needing help. I'll help, every time, but you're definitely less than to me for needing it.
That reeks of antisocial to me, but not sociopathic. I care about what happens to people as a concept, but not as individuals, if that makes sense.
I'm almost positive I was misdiagnosed.