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.)
Jim – After Ireland/Scotland, come home and hand in your employment app to Comedy Central or whatever the best one there is on TV these days! Your whole schtick can be Toxic Relationships! You will bring down the house and be riding high on the hog!!! (Heck, Oxy will prob let you choose one of her own!!!)
What a story – what a delivery – what a journey! Not much you cant survive now thats for sure!!!!
learnEDthelesson…yeah, Scotland…if I come back. Little stone hut overlooking the loch, peat to burn, couple of sheep, potatoes and turnips in the garden…haggis, tatties, and neeps…Auld Bobbie Burns baerthday dinner! And some Olde Grouse or Glenlivet to wash ‘er down…
Oh, finally gots me passport today! They missed the FBI “enemies list” from me student “activist” days!
I emailed my daughter and told her I was lookin’ for the proper kilt…extra half-dozen pairs clean underwear I won’t need to pack!
T’wil be a grand trip!
….the Princess Young Daughter’s still here…I’ll come back.
And there’s enough good hearts here to man the ramparts (boundaries) while I’m gone…and to care for the walkin’ wounded who show up! Towando!
I’ve got to sign off and give the cat her lap time…she sheds best on my denim-clad legs. The resident remaining “P”.
Matt, Thank you so much for your professional advice and kindness, I too am so glad that you are here. I will stay strong and get it all together! I have to! You are right-Thanks again so much!
Rune,Oxy, and Jim Thank you all for your encouragement and prayers. I truly appreciate your kindness as well.
THANK YOU! Good Night…
Jim – So Lad, er ya bringin back some shamrocks for us, eh?
Im an Irish, but “top of the mornin to ya” – is about as far as I go with my accent! I actually thought you were describing the view of the sheep out in the pasture and the plentiful garden… and then I wasnt sure where you were going with Haggis – thought maybe you were going for some down and dirty women with tatties and neeps??? HUH?? Funny how a name can really throw you off! After using my search engine – I went back and reread your post (sleep deprivation, everyone has to excuse me on that one!!) Must say very brave of you to mention Haggis in front of Oxy! I almost vomited when I read the recipe… sheeps liver! And good ole fashioned potates and turnips! Lol
In my search, turns out if youre in Edinbugh theres a loverly little restaurant near train station off Princes Street, known for rather tasty haggis – rumor has it best to zing it up with a pinch of tabasco (since Im sure you always carry a bottle of it with you when you travel) and follow up with single malt Scots!
Not going to touch the kilt comment – except to say – you go boy!!
Funny story about my 14 year old. Last summer she went to visit friends in Canada. Got her a passport. I told her to keep it in a safe place, so that when she gets there, she could readily pull it out and provide it to customs officer. She did just that. On both legs of trip. When finally back across the border, she was approved through customs, walked on her way and tossed her passport into the trashcan on way out of airport. She thought it was a one trip and done deal!
Anyway, Im sure you’re counting down the days! Enjoy!
Dia dhuit!
learnEDthelesson-haggis…LOL…you had the normal reaction…Eeewh! I usually answer: “Couldn’t tell the gender of the sheep…it was pretty well chopped up.”
(hint: male-ram, female-ewe)
Actually, it’s pretty good, haggis is. Found a restaurant in Indianapolis, downtown in one of the artsy sections, that has it on the menu. Daughter who moved to the Left Coast lived a few blocks away, and introduced me. The Guinness drew her. and the brewery is on the itinerary. I went there on my last art museum venture, and the shot of Olde Grouse was comped, in honor of Robert Burns.
And…don’t touch the kilt. I know a guy who plays the bagpipes, in full dress. “Amazing Grace” was played for a friend a while back, at his brother’s funeral…fantastic. His problem is women always want to know what’s under there!
Women complain about sexual harassment by men? Let a guy wear a skirt….hey, we’re sensitive, too! I just can’t believe what women will say to a man in a kilt….it’s an outrage!
Anyway, I have to do something useful to society today. Keep healing, have some FUN…”don’t know where we’re goin’, but we’re gonna get there” TOWANDO!
Ah, yes. Haggis. Right up there with Bubble and Squeak.
Being of Anglo Irish descent, I agree with the person who said something to the effect of “a nation’s military prowess is inversely proportional to the quality of its food. Which explains why the British have been winning wars for centuries and the Italians have been losing them.”
This is interesting, and as he says, it really doesn’t matter which label you apply, you’re marked as a victim just by knowing them.
What I find interesting is not the makeup of the perpetrator but that of the victim. Don’t both sides suffer from some form of narcissism? Just being the kind of person who connects to that “unconditional love” b.s. the S or N sends out is narcissistic.
Let’s not “blame the victim,” but then again, we all choose where we put ourselves. A little clarity on our own tendencies could help keep us out of trouble.
sister – Although i feel i was victimized, i am trying and want to keep trying not to label myself a victim. Why? Because I had some part in this once his mask fell off and have to take responsibility for the choices I made which enabled him to continue verbally abuse me and mistreat me. Which further enabled me to feel entitled to do the same to him by default of my reactions to actions – or not realizing what my “makeup” was.
However, the “unconditional love ” I gave to this person was far from b.s. on my part. Lord knows I spent so much time conditioning myself to try to accept him for who he is. Understand him. Let him. In fact my perception (or misperception) of what unconditional love is and should be – played a big role in my STAYING IN THE DYSFUNCTIONAL RELATIONSHIP. I tooted my own horn so to speak about how I was able to ACCEPT him, no matter what, or at whatever cost. SO WRONG, SO WRONG OF ME TO DO THAT.
I think everyone in the world has some level of narcissism within them. And in small healthy doses, thats a good thing. We all do choose where we put ourselves – but I must confess – I didnt take the time to make good healthy choices – to reflect on where I was and what I was doing in the relationship ONCE MASK FELL OFF – all I did was continue to “unconditionally love and support” – someone who wasnt worthy/deserving of such.
“A little clarity on our own tendencies could help keep us out of trouble” Words to live by, and first and foremost we must recognize what those tendencies are then ACT upon changing them.
Dear Learn-ED,
Yep, the ACTING ON THEM IS THE KEY—I think deep down we ALL knew what was right and wrong, but we let our emotions run our lives, not our good sense or brains. WE LET OUR HEARTS and our desire for our “dreams” run our lives when REASON and GOOD SENSE were telling us “this isn’t working” but we kept telling them (REASON and GOOD SENSE) to SHUT UP! Now we are listening@.......! and now we need to learn to ACT on what REASON and GOOD SENSE tell us to do! TAKE CARE OF OURSELVES!!!!
Oxy – The TOWANDA QUEEN!!! And quite the MACHINE!!! I like learnING from you!! Thanks..