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.)
Dear Learn-ed!!!
TOWANDA! Sister!!! RIGHT ON! Good for you GF! That’s what it is ALL about! Us, learning about ourselves. As long as we are focused on THEM, we are still vulnerable, we have to heal ourselves of whatever “wound” they spotted that made us vulnerable in the first place.
A pride of lions can spot the one animal in a herd of 1000 that has a TINY LIMP and they pick that one to target and ignore all the 999 totally healthy animals. No matter how small or insignificiant that “wound” is on that ONE animal, they go for it like a homing pigeon!
I think the reason we (victims) are REPEAT victims (like me) is that we never healed the WOUND, the original WOUND,, that made us vulnerable in the first place. We “heal” the ACCUTE GRIEF of the encounter, the wounds THEY left on us but the ORIGINAL wound is still there for the next P to exploit.
If we don’t learn the lesson the first (second or third) time we have to REPEAT it until we either get it or get old and die. I AM DETERMINED TO GET IT THIS TIME, to really and truly get it and HEAL THE ORIGINAL WOUNDS. Get out of denial, get into reality and into the now and take a defensive stand. Quit worrying about “offending” someone who is TOXIC and protect myself. If one ever takes me down again, it will NOT be because I didn’t fight to the death to GET AWAY FROM THEM. I won’t VOLUNTEER again to be the victim of any predator.
TOWANDA FOREVER!!!!!
towanda! That is a small, lower case, weak towanda. I am going thru a stage where I am just so disappointed this did not work out, why did I get a sicko? I really really wanted to be with him, I thought he was crazy about me, turns out he’s just crazy. Why won’t God give me the one thing I want? A good decent man to love me (who’s good in bed). Thank you to all of you here on LF for your support, nothing is going right these days, not with work, not with love, not with anything, and it is very difficult to stay positive and to try to control my thoughts. I don’t want to sink to the depths again. I will never never never give up.
Dear Chic,
Well you saved yourself a “BOINK” there with you lower case TOWANDA!!! So I am putting the skillet back in the oven! LOL
TheBible tells us that “ALL things work together for GOOD to those that love the Lord.” That is my favorite verse in the Bible.
You know I wanted the same things you do, and I just wanted my P-kid to get out of prison and go straight, to find another good man after my husband’s death, etc. Instead, I get a covey of Ps all after my arse! I took my egg donor to court to get the Trojan HOrse Psychopath out of her home as her “live in caregiver” and the judge made him leave, but she was so mad at me, my son C and his P-wife (at the time) were against me, then after I dropped the suit and didn’t have any money left to go back to court to force a mental status exam on my egg donor, blamed if she didn’t let him come back after PROMISING SHE WOULDN’T. I just didn’t see why God was being so “mean to me.” I was the only one in the whole thing who was not taking money from the egg donor, and I WAS THE ONE BEING SMEARED! So, I left and went off and hid. I just didn’t see why I should have to be the one to RUN and suffer. But you know, after I was gone, they turned on EACH other.
The story about King DAvid hiding out from King Saul (I and II Samuel in Old Testement) was about DAVID learning something…there was a lesson in there for DAVID, not Saul.
Later (much later) I realized there was a LESSON IN THERE FOR ME, TOO…in HIS own time, God took care of the situation and IF I HAD WON THE FIRST BATTLE, my P X-DIL would have still been there with my son C. I didn’t know she was that bad or dangerous a P until she and the Trojan Horse P were arrested for trying to kill her husband, my son C.
YOU KNOW I can see now, that if I hadn’t “lost” the first battle, I would STILL be in a battle with that EVIL woman for the body and soul of my son C. Now I have HER GONE as well, and I have my son back! TOWANDA!!!
We may not see, at the time, what the lesson is, but there is a lesson in ANYTHING that happens to us if we will FIND IT!
The P-BF I dated I thought was a “gift from God” but he turned out to be Satan’s Spawn, not God’s gift. It hurt, but I learned a LESSON, A VALUABLE LESSON, I will never again let someone like him twist my needyness into abuse. I am learning to set boundaries (never did it before with family members or friends) and I am learning patience as well. In God’s time if it is good for me I will find the “man of my dreams” if not, I am OKAY WITH THAT TOO. ONLY I can make myself happy. No one else. I don’t NEED anything except myself and my faith to be happy if I really want to be happy. Things and other people can’t make me happy, only ME!!! (((hugs)))) and always prayers!
I see what you mean, I know there is a lesson, but I don’t want to look at it–which would mean look at myself. I just want to run and hide too. Sometimes I think about just lying down and sleeping in my closet. I read the other day that one has to start believing that God is ALREADY working in their life. Oh. I was just waiting for it to happen and asking why why why? Just like I was waiting for the healing and not wanting to be on the journey road first (i.e. Are We There Yet?). I have never had any boundaries either, so maybe that is my lesson, but the hurt part, I am not dealing well with that.
Oxy & Chic: I recommend a movie “Things Change.” The theme is what you just wrote about, Oxy. It’s a “guy” movie, so forgive the non-PC components, but I love the underlying message — we never know what’s coming up next. And the very thing we think we don’t want might be the event that opens up the way to what we’ve always wanted in our lives.
It’s just so hard to remember that when we’re in the middle of the pain!
Chic – You said something very important. You said you just dont want to have to look inward at yourself. When you are ready – AND TRUST ME, ONLY WHEN YOU ARE READY – you should open that door (sounds so cliche) but im going to say it… TO YOUR SOUL. Is there anything else that has every hurt you that is weighing you down in this hurt you have recently experienced? There very well may be nothing, nothing that you can come up with. But if you at least let yourself think about it, it might add some more insight. If you dont come up with anything, then at least you know you looked into the past and arent carrying any hurt, anger and that you just need more time to heal from the relationship with the S.
Very good advice on the movie and on looking into my soul. Thank you! I’m hanging in there!
Dear Chic,
EAch time I was embroiled with a P in my life, whatever the relationship was, I went through the grief process and the pain, and I THOUGHT I was healed. Then, I would get involved in another dysfunctional situation with someone some how, business, personal relationship, whatever, it didn’t make any difference, I got involved, taken in by this person, and bingo, back to SQUARE ONE on the grief process if the loss was of any signiciance (and it usually was).
THIS time was different though, after losing my husband I was at the lowest ebb ever in my life, and BINGO, ANOTHER P POPS UP@.......! The BF. All this time, too, I had been dealing with my P son (fantasy) etc. the illness and death of my stepfather, etc. then the P-attacks where I had to RUN for my life…..BINGO, BINGO, BINGO, before one grief was resolved another hit, and I couldn’t get my feet under me before another attack of the Ps hit. Like some B movie about the thing that “ate NY”
Then, one by one, I started to get through the grief on each one, but I also realized there was SOMETHING KEEPING IT ALL STIRRED UP, that wouldn’t let me get to the MILEPOST OF PEACE on the road to Healing, and it dawned on me that my egg donor, the enabling, the guilt, the emotions that had been there since I was a child. I kept trying to resolve those things and couldn’t do it, until FINALLY, I got to the bottom of it and realized that I had to NC my mother, that she was the TOXIN in my soul that kept me vulnerable to the Ps, to the fantasy, to the INSANITY.
I couldn’t keep on trying to make it “work” as long as I tried to please her, tried to keep her happy, tried to believe her lies, and even realizing that she WAS/IS A LIAR, that she IS TOXIC, that I cna’t deal with her any more than I can with the other Ps—then looking back at the “fantasy” “happy childhood” I had and I saw it in the “light of day” and realized as long as I kept holding on to that fantasy, burying the REAL truth under her “let’s pretned that none of this ever happened” that I could not survive.
It took me 62 years to get here today. and 61 of those years was lived in a CONSTANT FOG. Until I got to the BOTTOM of what was wrong with me, made a valid diagnosis of it, I couldn’t cure it. I couldn’t fix it. It was painful—self surgery with a rusty butcher knife and no anesthetic, but it was WORTH IT, THE CANCER IS GONE, the toxins don’t run in my blood any more, they don’t make me weak and the pain is going away. The scar may always be there, but I can live with that! ((((hugs))))) when you are ready!!!
a_real_wife says:
SurReality
I’m weighing in late on your $3k “gift” post – but if there is NO “legal” agreement of a LOAN – he can go suck eggs – consider it your “payback” for all his crap”
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I think so, too. I also think it cleared the bank; haven’t seen a reversal yet. What should I spend it on? Hmmmm….. 😉
Buy some items from the LF store: A skillet, black & yellow tutu, a CD full of songs like “Thank God and Greyhound You’re Gone,” a baseball bat in case he shows up again, and special LF duct tape, just in case you’re falling apart.