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.)
Eyeswide: With your analogy of the floating wood in the ocean — I think both the N and P would let you share the wood. The N would want you to grovel and thank him and tell him how wonderful he is. The P would enjoy telling you all about the sharks in the water, while he is saving you for when he is hungry.
Isn’t it interesting how we continue to try to explain away their bad behavior? “Both these women, injured as they are, still try to ACCOMODATE the quirks of their abusers.” It is human nature to not want to admit what a bad mistake we made, so we explain away the inexplicable, rather than admit the truth.
Is Opn: I think you are right on. I agree with you: “We are ahead on this, we have feelings and we can enjoy sex with true pleasure mentally and bodily with happiness, I hope. I speak for myself. LOL”
and you speak for a lot of us!
Rune: Regarding my comment, “We are ahead on this, we have feelings and we can enjoy sex with true pleasure mentally and bodily with happiness, I hope. I speak for myself. LOL”
Rune says: I think you are right on. I agree with you.
I am so excited and filled with happiness with your answer!!!
The S’s of the world do not KNOW WHAT THEY ARE MISSING BY NO PLEASURE MENTALLY IN SEX! !!!YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL.
And I do not pity that!
I feel like we need to have a LF Parade!!!!!!!!!!and a party!!!!!!!
I will be smiling with this thought for a long time, until the rocking chair. LOL
DEar Is opn,
I’m glad you got a big thrill out of that one! And yes, I totally agree. Sex with them is like a BODILY FUNCTION, not an emotional tie at all. It is like going to the bathroom with them.
I also thinnk that they KNOW WE HAVE SOMETHING THEY DON’THAVE, but they are not sure what “It” is, and the reason they keep going from partner to partner is that they keep hoping with each new partner that that will be THE ONE, and then it isn’t so they move on to the next one.
TO ME, sex should be a “bonding ritual” between two individuals who LOVE ONE ANOTHER, not a spectator sport or a group activity, or with strangers. That’s just my “old fashioned” way of looking at it. It is TRUE intimacy in the right circumstances. The way THEY do it though, it is like a “score card” of how many! They can NEVER EXPERIENCE THE EMOTIONAL SEX that a normal person can because they can’t BOND with the one they are having sex with. WE CAN.
BIGGGGGGGG DIFFERENCE in the process!
I’m making my bumble bee black and yellow tu-tu and Henry’s felt “skillet” hat, and I ordered my black hip waders so I will be ready for the party SOON! You will see me coming on the Fat Ass, swinging my skillet and yelling TOWANDA!
Oxy: The bathroom analogy is a scream!!! I had not heard from the S/P for 3 weeks and then he calls me yesterday (I knew I would hear from him sometime) at 8am and wants to come over and have sex! I said I was busy with appointments for work (I should have said “who is this?”). HaHa.
Then he says that he got “sick from his liver” (found out in November he has chronic Hepatitis C and cirrhosis) they found a small tumor, he’s been having some kind of chemo, I guess I’m such a small part of his life he couldn’t even call me, said he didn’t have his cell phone with him. Anyway, he said he would call back later — and he never called. I guess since I wasn’t available for sex (or money) I wasn’t even worth calling back. It’s been a bad couple of days I can’t even explain. A lot of mixed up feelings.
OxDrover: Re: It is not unusual for a Psychopath to have a psychopathic parent as well, so they get the DOUBLE WHAMMY of both genetics and abuse as children.
I think I got the double whammy alright. The S’s father had been gone for many years, and not much was said by the S except that his father was an alcoholic who beat him and he would alwys run from him. I never met him.
Hmmm. Maybe that is why he was always running, (walking out on me), a learned behavior. He ran from the locals, once he was locked in the squad car for abuse and kicked the door open while it was locked, and the officer was in the house. He ran for hours, until a neighbor saw him walking with handcuffs on and reported him. He had 3 towns looking for him. Who does that?
But the severity of the nature of his abuse not only physical, so very emotional seems to be that his father was an S/P too. The father seems to have been so deep rooted in anger only. A son seeing this relived it and he had the genetic disposition.
He never had a police record before me he would always say. I would tell him your X didn’t take your stuff. He told me of him and his X pushing each other into the walls in the hallway while passing each other. It seems as if she pushed when he did.
I would panic and backed off. He wanted me to do as she did. I wouldn’t he was so much bigger. I tried to tell him that he was never involved with the locals with her because she smacked him right back. He didn’t get it.
I showed fear of him and that empowered him and his strengthened his control. But perhaps if I had been as his X was, he would have backed down, because of fear. Not that I would. I am trying to figure this out. LOL
So I guess what I am saying is, I know an S can be dangerous. But by not showing fear by what I have said above and having NC they may back down. Because you are no longer fearing them? I will not test this out. NC
I enjoy your responses OXY, I can visualize your animals when speak of them. And I will try to avoid the skillet. Is it clean? LOL. A little OCD maybe.
Dear Chic,
I’m so sorry you are having mixed feelings about this! It is the typical P ploy—pity me, I’m dying!
I also “hear” a bit of “i’m glad he called so I could turn him down.”
Back to the old tried and TRUE advice. NO contact! Everytime I have broken NC it has been a bummer, and I am not the only one that will “testify” to that. As much as we would like some form of “closure” US CLOSING THE DOOR IN THEIR FACE WITH NC IS THE MEANEST THING WE CAN DO.They hate it! TAKE BACK YOUR CONTROL, Chic! (((hugs)))) BOINK for talking to him. LOL
If he has chronic Hep C, you might want to get checked. Hep C is not frequently sexually transmitted but CAN be. It is no longer almost always fatal, but can be treated. This is the “nursie” in me coming out, but I advise EVERYONE who has slept with their psychopath to get checked for ANY kind of STD and get repeated checks as some take months to show up. (I used to teach a class for college kids of “Scary sex” so I am really paranoid about STDs)
shabbychic: Re: and wants to come over and have sex
On the recorder say it is a mental thing lacking for this activity, you can’t do it.
These types amaze me shabby. I never knew there were so many of us that knew one.
Rember we are all #10’s, we can think rationally, love truly and be happy. A #10 in my book.
Is Opn: You’re on the fast track here! You are putting together a lot of things very quickly. And for the rest of us, when you re-state what you learn, it helps us in our process as well.
I remember, after what I thought was “lovemaking,” he said to me, the the sort of voice that someone would use to say something very sweet, “You are going to sleep so well.” Like a bodily function. I totally did not understand at the time.
Now, because I understand so much more, I call it rape. Eighteen months of no emotional involvement whatsoever? What else do we call it?
Keep working on it, and you are entitled to all your feelings. Thank God you have them — that seems to be what separates “us” from “them.”
Hang in there . . . at least we have a, shall we say, license plate for the truck that hit us?
Thanks for your sideways compliments. You’re doing great, considering the situation!
Dam straight, Is! Tell that not-so-shabby girl!