In a prior post, I discussed some differences between the narcissist and sociopath, a focus I’d like to continue in this post. For convenience’s sake, I’m going to use “he” and “him” throughout, although we can agree that “she” and “her” could easily be substituted.
The narcissist, if I were to boil his style down to one sentence, is someone who demands that his sense of self (and self-importance) be propped-up on a continual basis. Without this support—in the form of validation, recognition, and experiences of idealization—the narcissist feels depleted, empty, depressed.
The narcissist struggles to define himself independently and sustainedly as significant and worthwhile. The fragility of his sense of self is no big news; it is how he manages his fragility, his insecurity, that is telling.
The narcissist, for instance, feels entitled to a sense of inner comfort and security. More specifically, he feels entitled to what he requires in order to experience an unbroken state of inner comfort.
But wait a second? Don’t we all feel somewhat entitled to what we need in order to feel secure and comfortable?
Most of us, after all, feel entitled to the air we breath that keeps us alive. You might feel entitled, when dehydrated, to a cold stream of water from your kitchen faucet? Imagine feeling an intense thirst, yet when you twist the faucet, no water comes out? The pipes are empty”¦everywhere in the house.
You are deeply thirsty, and yet the water you count on to salve your thirst is being withheld. In this circumstance, especially if your thirst is great, you might feel outraged? Incensed? Even panicked?
You might even feel furious enough to hurl curses and imprecations on the forces conspiring to frustrate your thirst!
Imagine the narcissist’s thirst as constant and deep—a thirst for things like recognition, appreciation, for validation of his importance, and special signifigance. When the narcissist’s thirst for recognition is unmet, it is no small matter—anymore than it would be a small matter to find a spigot unresponsive in the midst of your urgent thirst.
In other words, the frustration of his demand of recognition is a major disappointment, a major problem for the narcissist—a problem felt not merely as an inconvenience, but as a threat to his fundamental equilibrium, sense of security, and comfort.
In a certain sense, then, that the narcissist feels “entitled” doesn’t make him a narcissist. It is what he feels “entitled to” that is most relevant.
Specifically, it is his sense of entitlement to an undisturbed stream of others’ approval, admiration and recognition that most separates the narcissist from the non-narcissist.
But the narcissist demands more than others’ idealization; he also demands others to idealize. The narcissist needs to idealize others.
For instance, when he finally meets, yet again, the “perfect woman,” he puts her on a pedestal—i.e., he idealizes her. Idealizing her—putting her on a pedestal—makes for thrill and excitement (which, by the way, he misjudges again and again as fulfillment).
After all, he is tasting perfection. He must be pretty special to have the enviable attention of someone so perfectly, admirably beautiful. He looks and feels good thanks to the reflection of her perfection on himself.
One of many problems here is that idealized states are inherently temporary and unsustainable; they don’t hold up permanently; they are fraught all the time with dangers of collapse.
Thus, the narcissist can’t permanently hold his idealizations. And he finds their collapse, over and over again, discouraging and deeply disillusioning. But instead of recognizing the futility of his need, he will blame the formerly idealized object for failing to have remained as perfect, and perfectly satisfying, as he demanded.
The narcissist loses something urgent here, namely the key to his feeling of vitality. Inarticulately, he feels betrayed; and in his sense of betrayal, he feels angry, even enraged.
Enter his “contempt.” The underbelly of the narcissist’s idealizing is his contempt. The narcissist tends to vacillate between experiences of idealization and contempt. In either case (or “state”), others are regarded as objects—objects, we shall see, not quite in the sense that sociopaths regard others as objects.
For the narcissist, others have an obligation to maintain his peace of mind. In the narcissist’s world, it is on others, through their cooperation with his demands, to ensure his ongoing inner comfort and satisfaction. When meeting his demands, others are idealized; when disappointing him, they are devalued contemptuously.
What else does the narcissist demand? The narcissist on pretty much a constant basis demands various forms of reassurance. It may be reassurance of his attractiveness, superiority, special status in a girlfriend’s eyes (and history). He may seek reassurance of his virility, that he is still feared, respected, admired, idealized, and otherwise perceived as impressive.
For the narcissist, such reassurance, even when felt, proves always only temporarily satisfying, and is translated as something like, “I’m okay, for now. I’ve still got it. I’m still viable.”
In his pursuit of reassurance, the narcissist is a very controlling individual. His controlling tendencies arise from his desperation—his desperation, that is, for the reassurance he demands. And desperate people tend to be heedless of the boundaries of those who have what they want.
The narcissist, for instance, may grill his partner controllingly about her ex-boyfriends in order to establish (demand assurances of) his unique, special status with her. Or, he may text her during the day compulsively, in the guise of his interest in, and love, for her, when, in fact, it is not about his love or interest but rather about his demand to know that she is thinking about him that drives his invasive behavior.
He will rationalize his invasiveness as his thoughtfulness and love of her. And he will feel entitled to an immediately reassuring response, anything less than which will activate his anger/rage.
The narcissist’s legendary self-centeredness, to some extent, is a function of the fact that so much, if not all, of his energy is invested in resolving anxious questions about his present standing.
He is vigilantly afraid lest his present, fragilely, and externally supported status be upended, a development he struggles to tolerate. Consumed as he is with obviating this disaster, he has little energy left with which to be genuinely interested in others.
How about the sociopath? What’s his deal?
To begin with, the sociopath lacks the narcissist’s insatiable underlying neediness. Unlike the narcissist, the sociopath’s violating behaviors stem less from a deep insecurity than from his impulsive or calculated greed, and especially his basic view of others as objects, as tools, to be exploited for his entertainment, amusement and ongoing acquisitive agenda.
The sociopath is a more purely exploitative individual than the narcissist. For the narcissist, others are desperately needed, and demanded, as validators. Athough the narcissist will use and exploit others, he does so typically with the ulterior motive of reassuring himself, on some level, of his persisting viability.
For the sociopath, others are his potential “play-things,” their value a function of the gratification that can be extracted from them.
The less validating you are, the less worth you have for the narcissist.
The less exploitable you are, the less worth you have for the sociopath.
Said differently, the narcissist uses others as a means to establish (or reestablish) the sense, and view, of himself, as special, impressive, dominant, compelling, whereas the sociopath uses others more for the pure amusement of it; more for the sheer entertainment of seeing what he can get away with (and how); and/or for the immediate satisfaction of his present tensions, itch, and/or greed.
The term “malignant narcissist” seems to me to describe the sociopath more accurately than the narcissist. This term has been used to describe megalomaniacal individuals whose grandiosity and sinister appetite for control (over others) better reflect, to my mind, psychopathic processes of exploitation.
The “malignant narcissist” is, to my mind, driven by the sociopath’s (or psychopath’s) pursuit of omnipotent control over those he seeks to exploit. He is a power-hungry, often charismatic, ruthless and exploitative personality whose grandiosity serves more psychopathic than classically narcissistic purposes.
Don’t misunderstand me: The malignant narcissist is someone whose most toxic narcissistic qualities have attained malignant status (hence the concept). In the end, however, he is as coldblooded, callous, exploitative and deviant a creature as the most dangerous sociopath.
Does it matter, finally, whether a cult figure like, say, Jim Jones, who led hundreds of his followers to mass suicide, was a “malignant narcissist” or psychopath? Not if you regard the terms, and destructiveness of the personalities, as essentially indistinguishable, as I do.
(This article is copyrighted (c) 2009 by Steve Becker, LCSW.)
Matt – your four basics made me laugh! OH SO DERN TRUE!!! But perhaps what it really comes down to is them maintaining those four “basics” that keeping faith referred to throughout the entire relationship as well as a job, transportation, etc etc…
After my X-DIL tried to kill him, my son C put his arms around my neck and said “Mom, you are a prophet!” Nahhhh, not a “prophet” I just knew the witch was DECEPTIVE—my gut knew, that’s all I can say about “how”—it never occured to me though that she was SO DECEPTIVE or that she would try to KILL my son.
20/20 and 48 hours mysteries lately have done stories on Ps who targeted and killed different men, and WOW! I can see it, and it is a “familiar” story to me.
We all have been through the wringer, maybe some worse than others, financially, emotionally, etc. but all wrung out and flung out! IN the end though, I think if we STAY on the RODAD TO HEALING and don’t get lured off the road by the Siren songs of more Ps lurking there by the side of the road we can stay STRONG and resist the next one that comes along.
Some of us may never “recover” financially, my husband never financally recovered to the extent he had money, etc. when his company was raided and stolen by Ps, but you know what, in the end, he admitted that the last 15 years of his life were much happier than any he had ever spent, any where, any time. No longer “rich” and no longer flying all over the world at the drop of a hat, or skiing at Aspen with the big shots, but he was content, satisfied and HAPPY.
MONEY CAN’T BUY THAT. We can reach the “happiness mile stone” on the Road to Healing or the Peaceful Park, or the BAy of REgeneration, or all of the above. WE can live a GOOD life and that is the BEST REVENGE. Yes, God does have a “sense of humor” He gives us what we NEED, not what we WANT—just like ANY good parent!
learnEDthelesson (Abby)well, there went another post and reply, a sign of my distraction/lack of concentration.
Anyway, again:
“you could consider simply telling her you would like to get to know her better, at her pace, but you really would like to get to know her and be friends and just see where it goes.”
“You could also relay that you are not particularly interested in making her or yourself feel UNcomfortable. But you enjoy her company and recent time spent with her and that hasnt happened to you in quite some time” ”
Did the above, face to face, at a lunch “notdate” about a month-and-a-half ago (where were you hiding-were you there?) almost exact words…
Reiterated same as above in emails on receipt of ‘lonely poems’. She stopped at my place a week later when she saw me out front–city building/utility drop box right up the block.
I suggested lunch again then…her work was crazy-12 hrs a day some days..she said when gets a break (I’ve heard others who know her comment on her work, she does well…has own home, bike, car…I don’t discuss her/me thing with others) Regular emails continued for a week or so, I sent the last one…no reply…just died. I’m not comfortable with forcing a response from her.
So, here I am. Don’t know enough to know how I feel, but it’s not comfortable for me, now, so I’ll go on. I guess I’m old-fashioned, can’t handle more than one at a time…so I don’t have other “supply” lined up.
Live and learn. Need time to figure out why it affects me like it does.
Thanks Abby…nothing more to report.
Jim
Jim – I agree about not forcing a response from her. You put yourself out there – thats a good thing for you – as you are still trying to find the path you want to take!
Nice to hear youre not one to keep “horses in the stables” 🙂
Maybe it affects you like it does because youre not a Sociopath! Dont sweat it!
Keep on truckin…. and a weekly report will do. Abby usually responds to everyone by Sunday!
Abby
Borderland? Interesting terminology. I say, “a snake is a snake is a snake.” I read this short story recently and it reminds me of the s and the idea of trying a second time or more, “If It Looks Like a Snake it Probably Is”
A young lady was merrily walking by when the snake saw her and said, “Please, nice lady pick me up and carry me across the street.” The lady looked at him doubtfully. “But you’re a snake; you’ll bite me.” The snake replied, sugary sweet, “Oh no, I won’t hurt you. I just want to get to the other side.” The lady cautiously answered, “I can’t…I really don’t think I can.” The snake replied,”Pretty pleeeeze, I promise I won’t bite you. I know you are so nice. I know you will do it for poor little me,” he said slyly.
So the lady slowly lifted up the snake and carried him across the street. Just as they got to the other side, the snake bit her horribly. “Why did you bite me?!” she cried. “You SAID you wouldn’t harm me!” “You knew I was a ssssnake…., he sneered at her and laughed, “……once a sssnake, always a sssnake.”
Enough said? No Contact…..
Hey Matt: Regarding your 4:
Do they have occupation?
Do they have habitation?
Do they have education?
Do they have transportation?
Some of us, post S/P, are struggling to live up to that list. This is where it gets tricky. I say, do your best to look at the heart. See the patterns, but view the situation through your now well-educated heart.
Schopenhaur said that in that first moment of witnessing someone, you know who they are. The unguarded moment when it is written in their faces. I wish I had remembered that piece of wisdom when I met the S/P the first time. He was so glittery and bright and in such a hurry. But, as I recall, his heart was not present. He had a great “pity-me” story, but his heart wasn’t there.
Matt,
Your add to the list are also good basics. Amazing how so many can’t handle just the basics. Problem for us was they lied about all of it. At the the S in my life did!! ALL OF IT…. eduction, occupation, transportation, habitation…..LIED. He talked like he had high moral standards when, of course, he was judging others and using them as an example.
In reality he WAS the man he said he despised….and then some!!
Rune:
“Schopenhaur said that in that first moment of witnessing someone, you know who they are. The unguarded moment when it is written in their faces. I wish I had remembered that piece of wisdom when I met the S/P the first time. He was so glittery and bright and in such a hurry. But, as I recall, his heart was not present.”
I am right there with you. I remember in my original post saying how S had the most beautiful smile, but it never reached his eyes. I look back on the first time I met S and how he, like yours, was so glittery and bright and in such a hurry.
But, he was all surface. I didn’t get the “pity play” unti 2 momths later, but all I can remember how there he had no heart. And oh, how I wish I had been better educated.
Matt:
Mine lied about everything, too. When I found out the truth, I was still willing to help him. The contempt he treated me with.
You’re right. S was the man he said he despised. And then some.
Matt: I have done some study of Paul Ekman’s work, looking at facial expressions that mean the same thing, regardless of culture or ethnicity around the world. By his read there is only one “authentic smile,” and it crinkles the eyes, all the way up into the forehead above the eyebrows. It comes on slowly, not a “throwaway smile,” but one that comes from somewhere deep. He has logged 18 other smiles: wry, embarrassed, etc., and also the broad smile that is intended to fool others.
Interesting that you remember that his heart was not present in his smile.
By the way, my first impression of you was as a compassionate man, who entered a difficult arena to do battle as a White Knight. Of course you would have empathy for a con(vict). Every day you have defended those who needed a voice.
I hope you continue to feel the compassion here, even as you get poked with the inevitable “lawyer jokes.” I know that one horrendous P in my life was “slain” by a young lawyer who was still fresh enough to see the truth.