What do you call someone you’ve been describing alternately as a narcissist and sociopath? Someone for whom neither diagnosis alone quite suffices as a complete description of the individual, but rather in whom both disorders seem as if wrapped up in one menacing individual?
Pardoning my grandiosity for daring to expand the already crowded psychiatric nomeclature, I propose to call these hybrid personalities“narcissiopaths.”
While I don’t expect the DSM folks to take me very seriously (or anyone else for that matter), I’m thinking (unfacetiously) that there’s a case to be made here.
The narcissiopath, as I envision him (using “him” for convenience’s sake) will meet many of the essential criteria for both narcissistic and sociopathic personality. The closest extant clinical description of this disordered individual that comes to mind is the confusing term “maligant narcissist.”
Now personally, I find the term “malignant narcissist” wanting: for instance, precisely at what point does a narcissist turn “malignant?” And doesn’t this imply the concept of non-malignant narcissists who, by definition, must be “benign?” (I’m not so sure their partners would attest to their harmlessness?)
My concept, the narcissiopath, suggests very directly the personality fusion of narcissism and sociopathy in this particular personality. The narcissiopath is the individual who effectively conflates narcissism and sociopathy.
Let me briefly review these separate personalities—the narcissist and sociopath—in their more classical presentations. The narcissist is fundamentally a recognition-craver, a reassurance-craver, a convenience-craver, and an inordinate craver and demander of attention, catering and special status. He is in many respects insatiably needy emotionally.
At root, the narcissist is an overly entitled personality. He feels entitled to be accomodated on a pretty much continual basis. This begs the question, on what basis does he accord himself this right—to expect, that is, the continual accomodation of his needs and desires? The answer is, on the basis of his sense of himself as “special,” and his expectation that others—indeed, the world—will also recognize him as special.
Psychologically, a compensatory process often occurs with the narcissist. His “sensed” and “imposed” specialness is often a compensation for underlying and threatening self-vulnerability; and compensation for doubts about his power, worth and attractiveness—doubts that he is too immature to face squarely and maturely.
Although exploitation is not typically the narcissist’s primary motive, we recognize his capacity to be manipulative, cruel, deceptive and abusive; yet his darker machinations are usually secondary to his demanding, and sometimes desperate, pursuit of others’ attention and cooperation.
The narcissist is imfamously inept at managing his disappointment. He feels that he should never be disappointed, that others owe him protection from disappointment. When disappointed, he will find someone to blame, and will quickly de-idealize and devalue his disappointer.
Devaluing his disappointer now enables him to abuse her or him with more righteous indignation and less guilt.
For the sociopath, this is all much easier. Unlike the narcissist, he doesn’t have to perform mental gymnastics to subdue his guilt in order to exploit others with an unburdened conscience. The sociopath has no guilt to manage.
But the sociopath’s dead conscience isn’t per se what makes him sociopathic. Many people have weak consciences who aren’t sociopaths. It is his dead conscience in conjunction with his orientation to exploit that gets to the heart (really, heartlessness) of the sociopath.
The sociopath is variously a manipulator, liar, deceiver and violator of others; and he is these things less to regulate his unstable self-esteem than, more often than not, to enjoy himself, amuse himself, entertain himself, and take what he feels like taking in a way he finds optimally satisfying.
The sociopath, as I have discussed previously, is an audacious exploiter. His lack of shame supports his imperturbability, which enhances the experience of his audacity. The sociopath leaves one shaking one’s head at his nerve, his gall. One imagines that to venture the deception and outrages the sociopath pursues with his famous, blithe composure, he must possess a chilling callousness and coldness beneath what may otherwise be his veneer of “normality.” One imagines correctly.
Now sometimes we find ourselves dealing, as I’ve suggested, with individuals who seem, at once, to be both narcissist and sociopath, as if straddling, or embodying both disorders.
These are the individuals I’m proposing to call narcissiopaths.
For a good celebrity example of this, consider O.J. Simpson. Simpson, as his story evolved, was someone you found yourself confusingly calling a narcissistic personality disorder (probably correctly) in one conversation, and in the very next, a sociopath (probably correctly).
You found yourself vacillating between the two diagnoses because he seemed to fulfill important criteria of both. There was O.J. the narcissist: publicly charming, charismatic, disarmingly engaging and seductively likeable while privately, behind closed doors, he was tyrannizing Nicole Brown whenever he felt his “omnipotent control” threatened.
Simpson came to epitomize the indulged athlete: catered to all his life for his special athletic gifts, somewhere along the line he came to believe, with ultimately violent conviction, in his right to control and be heeded, not defied.
Simpson was all about “looking good,” about public show; in Nicole Brown he’d found a woman—a “trophy wife—”who could “reflect well” on him publicly, and on his “greatness.” She was also, tragically, the “perfect” choice to engage his narcissistic compulsion to alternately idealize, and then devalue, her; that is, to idealize the perfect, and then devalue the perfectly dirty, sex object.
In other words, in choosing her, Simpson chose well for his narcissism.
In the end, Simpson was as charming, ingratiating, and as shallow and superficial as so many narcissists (and all sociopaths) are.
But he was more than that. He was also callous, and brutally violent. He descended upon Nicole Brown and Ron Goldman like the knife-wielding devil he was, nearly carving Brown’s head off and massacring Goldman.
And then”¦he lied.
He maintained his innocence with outrageous brazenness, determined to win the next stage of yet another game. And where was the remorse? There was none; just his arrogant, insulting contempt.
Simpson had executed a miraculous performance. He had escaped from double-murder and the incontrovertible evidence of his guilt as improbably, as impossibly, as he’d so often escaped (brilliantly) opposing defenses and game-plans geared to stop him.
Finally, although I’d say that Simpson probably tilts, on balance, more to a narcissistic personality structure than not, he also possesses many of the most dangerous and essential diagnostic features of the sociopath. He seems, in other words, to be not entirely one or the other, but both narcissist and sociopath all in one.
I intend to flesh out the concept of the narcissiopath in future posts. And I look forward, as always, to your feedback.
(This article is copyrighted © 2009 by Steve Becker, LCSW.)
Escapee, Rosa, blue skies, and even Henry, I was another one who saw through Tilly’s 1:02 a.m “speech.” If one knows Tilly and her story, no one could ever believe she meant it!
Tood, I really appreciated your essay this morning, especially when you wrote, “The P experience is my own personal cross to bear. It marks me, and it will mark me until the day I die.”
My spirit rang true with yours as I read what you wrote.
Above I wrote that I was “crumbling.” Why? Because even after 7 years, my Empty Suit still hasn’t forgotten his hatred of me for escaping from him.
I have a state of the art security system on my house but the past two days STRANGE things have been happening to try to frighten me — and I KNOW by whom!
This morning I found out that he and his live-in girlfriend (who I had hoped would get his mind off of me) were in my city for a conference. (My city is 1800 miles away from theirs)
All made sense, so Tood your essay was just the kind of reminder I needed this morning to get me back on track.
Thank you! Thankyou! Thank you!
Elizabeth C, my “empty suit” who trapped me (via my pity) at age 19 had an “absolutely heart-rending” personal history, too.
It didn’t take long for the Stockhom syndrome to take effect and as a result I lost almost my entire adult life before I could escape.
I probably have more fear of feelings of pity (mine or others’) than anything else due to my experiences. Christ sorrowed over others but HE didn’t pity them!
ANewLily,
You don’t know how much it helps me to know that I might have helped someone, somewhere. They never really go away until they’re six feet under, do they? But having dealt with them does give us the opportunity to become stronger, better people. Keeps us on our toes. Keeps us awake.
(If I hadn’t had the father I had, I would not have been equipped to recognize and deal with my husband, once the mask came off. Knowing–in an instant–who my opponent was probably saved my life. It certainly helped me shut off my emotions and deal with the immediate threats he presented. And once I threw him out, my lifelong P experience helped me win in the battle for assets.)
Keep trusting your instincts and stay safe. Our stories seem so unreal, and yet they are real. I don’t know how you feel about firearms, but this old country girl recommends them highly.
And Kathleen,
I too believe you and I are traveling on, while not quite the same, at least parallel tracks. It doesn’t sound like New Age claptrap to me–it just sounds like you have ahold of a different part of the elephant.
As I mentioned to M.L. Gallagher on another thread, her writing helped me through the dark times. Yours did too, back when you had another name. I’d log on daily and do nothing but read. Your story. Oxy’s story (while she was loading up the RV, even!). Everyone else’s stories. Some days I was clinging to life with just my fingernails. And frankly, your way of looking at things always resonated with me.
I haven’t been able to tell my particular tale of woe for many reasons–chief among them is that the perpetrator got away with his crimes. If I told the facts, he’d sue me. (And that’s pretty much his only way of getting money these days.) Also, there was also the danger that the case would attract publicity and further scar my children. The only good that came from his getting away with his crimes was that my family was spared the particular trauma of notoriety. A similar case to my family’s made the national news, just days after our trial was over.
I’ll say this much: For a good while during my marriage, I worked with my ex to expose and punish child abusers. We were successful in changing laws and seeing criminals locked up. While not famous, we were at least known and respected in our field. All the while–even as he and I would have long, deep talks about the nature of evil, and what could cause such disordered behavior; even as I counted myself among the luckiest of women to have such a good, loving husband, one who understood my problem child and helped me deal with the chaos he caused–he was molesting and raping my two oldest daughters, assisting my P child in various nefarious schemes, and stealing money from us all. Never a hint, never the flicker of guilt across his face. Just Academy Award-level acting, 24/7, with nothing to betray the sick reality. Think of level of evil that would require! Think of the sick satisfaction he must have gotten.
To this day, I believe he murdered an elderly relative to gain control of a quite large estate. He went through over a quarter million dollars in less than a year, all post-divorce, all while the children and I were struggling to keep a roof over our heads. He left his elderly mother to starve to death in her rural home, and only socked her away to die in a nursing home after I made sure she had food and water. He alienated my youngest daughter from me, took her away from me for over a year, and tried to molest her. I still shake my head in amazement at the level of evil that must reside in the shell that he carries around and calls a “self.”
And mere days before the mask originally came off, I was reassuring my youngest daughter that mommy and daddy would never divorce like all the other kids’ parents seemed to do, because mommy and daddy loved each other so much. And I was telling my sons to emulate him, because he was such a good man.
Well, that’s neither here nor there. The people we’ve all dealt with are murderers, con men, molesters, rapists, robbers, and thieves. Our differing perspectives on pity and forgiveness are probably just a matter of semantics. Peace of mind is what we’re after, and I think every day we get a little closer to our goals.
Kathleen, I’d like someday to revisit your views on what you see as our “collaboration” with the psychopaths. This term sets off the bells and whistles with me, because it connotes active participation, active knowledge. And in my case this just wasn’t so. I really and truly, up to the moment of what I call his Big Reveal, had no idea that he was a bad guy. His mask was that good. And his Big Reveal was only a partial reveal. He only peeled off one layer and showed himself to me–the rest came later. If seeing what was under the top layer was enough to prompt me to throw him out and file for divorce, well, you can just imagine how bad some of the others turned out to be.
(And I don’t for a minute pat myself on the back for kicking him out and not taking him back. I understand how others can fall for the slick excuses and crocodile tears. I watched my mother take my father back, over and over, for 18 years. I might have fallen for my ex’s lies, had I not had a P for a father, and recognized the behavior. It took me years to cut off all contact with the ex, even while dealing with the aftermath. It was not until my daughters told me about what he did to them that I was able to finally stop engaging him on any level at all.)
Again, I believe we have similar views. We just differ on semantics.
Elizabeth,
I applaud your willingness to love the unlovable. I want you to know, however, that I have a child that I consider to be a born psychopath. If you were to hear the tale this child tells–about the life he has led, about the many cruelties he has suffered at the hands of his family (the normal family, that is; he still adores the P ex and calls the rest of us liars)–your heart would be filled with pity and a wish to help. You would cry. You would be amazed that he had overcome so much. All of it would be a lie.
I would caution you that–unless you have viewed the abuse with your own eyes–to be suspicious of any tale a suspected N/S/P tells. If their lips are moving, they are lying.
Towanda to all. I must leave soon to attend a birthday celebration for one of my sons. I want everyone to know that there is life after the P. When my ordeal started, I had school-age children, no job, no money, no food, no transportation, what seemed like insurmountable debts, and a shattered psyche. Today, we all still struggle, but there have been three high school graduations, two college graduations, a career re-launched, a homestead saved, counseling procured, and family ties repaired (in most cases but not all). There is hope.
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Tood, I too, know how my P-son can and has made so many many people PITY HIM because his MEANIE OLD MOMMY ABUSED HIM SOOOOO BADLY, it would bring tears to the eyes of a stone statue! So, yes, I am very cautious in believing stories of others’ abuse….though here on LF I am pretty accepting of 99.9% of the abuse stories told….but I am aware that Ps can present themselves as VICTIMS for their pity plays. I have also seen 1 or 2 people on here that presented themselves as “victims” that I quite frankly think were either flat out Ps trying for a pity play, or they were co-abusers with another personality disordered person.
We had one a few months ago who was all about how to “control” their X —dont’ know if you remember this poster.
I agree with you that many of our “different” views are simply semantics.
Oxy,
One of the many “talents” my ex has is a modest musical ability. At one point in his life, he cut an album that went nowhere. He wrote all the music and lyrics himself. Here’s one line that only had meaning for me in retrospect: “…when I hold you, love and control you…”
God, if I had known then what I know now…
Tood, many of us see red flags and don’t recognize them for what they are, also many of us see the red flags, know they are “not good” but stay in denial or delusion, but some few people I think are TOTALLY fooled by psychopaths with EXPERT MASKS. Also there are some of us that see “hints” of red flags and notice them, but those are explained away by “reasonable” excuses. I have been involved with several different levels of “disclosure” by Ps, and I have also used denial and toxic hope to hang in there when I should have RUN LIKE A RABBIT….I applaud you for having the courage and strength to run when you did. I can also understand your relief at not having your pain publicized locally or nationally. There was atime when I wanted my story published nationally because of my P sperm donor (a nationally known person) but I no longer care who knows or doesn’t know. but, also now I have no more desire to publish it either.
GOOD GRIEF was his handle and I bet he would of liked Toods ex’s album.
Tood,
From the way you describe your story — and my heart goes out to you, what a nightmare — it doesn’t sound like collaboration is your issue. You were blindsided. No red flags. No excess tolerance of hurtful or untrustworthy behavior. You had an apparently wonderful relationship that suddenly turned out to be a horrible lie.
I started thinking about collaboration in my own recovery when I was thinking about the fact that I had volunteered for everything that happened to me with this man. Yes, I was seduced on a number of levels. And lied to. And misled. But nevertheless, in the large bones of my story with him, there wasn’t one thing that happened that I didn’t agree to, and in some cases, it was my idea. Though I was led up to it; he was very clever like that.
And the part that was really strange and hard to forgive myself for, was that I went through at least five separate chapters with him. Despite that fact that at the end of each of them, I was left devastated, poorer, unable to function as I had before I met him, and had clear evidence of his bad intentions and lack of caring about what happened to me.
As I went to work on this — trying to figure out what it was about — collaboration seemed like a good name for it. I write about this a bit in the article on denial. Because it was tightly related to the residue of this relationship that was the most toxic thing. The way it affected my relationship with myself, and how I fell into depression with a kind of repeated mantra that I was too stupid to live.
You know the rest of the story. How I decided to figure out what was wrong with me and fix it, rather than commit suicide (which was an attractive option by the time I got rid of him). And how I found the reasons for my attraction to him, as well as my inability to protect myself and my collaboration, in my history as an incest survivor. In a nutshell, my survival strategies were based on finding safety and acceptance with a stronger partner. And my tolerance for pain and willingness to “pay” for love were off the scale.
I don’t think that everyone here on LoveFraud has the same issues I did. There are several people here who were blindsided. But I think that people like me are perfect targets for these people, because it’s relatively easy to get us into an addicted state. One of the most helpful books I’ve read is called “Leaving the Enchanted Forest,” and it’s for relationship addicts.
Before this relationship, it never would have occurred to me that was my problem. But this relationship showed me that there was something seriously wrong with me. Because I had plenty of evidence that he was a bad man, bad for me and my life. And I still kept running back to him, imagining that he was going to love me, making terrible bargains with him, and impoverishing myself further in every way.
I’d like to blame the whole thing on him. But I can’t. I had to look at my own behavior, if I was ever really going to get right with myself again.
Kathy
EC:
I was about to write “thank GOD Elizabeth Conley that I KNOW YOU THAT YOU UNDERSTAND”. ( I LOVED your parrallel to the wildlife it is truly amazing and should go into Donnas book). And then you went and wrote, “P.S. In my case, the narcissist’s personal history is absolutely heart-rending. I do not share his personal history on this forum, because I think that would be a heartless invasion of privacy. If I was cold-bloodedly evil, and wanted to damn a person, I would raise that person from infancy the way the narcissist was raised.”
EC! ALL of the Narciissists have THAT EXACT SAME STORY!! Ask OXY! If they are any good at being a Narciisist at all they at least have THAT story down pat and proof of it into the puddin. I bet you that my last narcissists childhood story was equally as bad as your ones. And I don’t mind telling it. Every person in prison has the same predator grandfather! And its ALL CRAP.
Escapee:
Thankyou! I can tell you are a true “escapee’. (The isolation of the witness protection programme will do that to you). But I must admit…IT WAS ROSA WHO TAUGHT ME HOW TO PUNCH!!!lol! Man, does she give a good KING HIT!! And Oxy’s UPPERCUT is a lot meaner than her skillet…Oxy will have you arguing HER point without realising it, in no time.
Namaste Kathleen! I need every one of you! You are a beautiful gentle soul Kathleen. And i know that you weren’t once. Thankyou for helping me feel that EC and others are not walking targets. It is only a months ago I was considering “going back”. Most of the time on LF I am arguing with myself. Life is like that.
Tood:
You made me laugh…That is the funniest “love song” I have ever heard! A true psychopath song. Rosa and I will be suggesting it to the guy who sings in the band, if he can stand up that is. lol!