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.)
Cluster B disorders are so confusing. Every cluster B comes across as narcissistic, if by this we mean “totally self centered”. In the end it always comes down to “me, myself and I” with these folks.
Hey everyone, I just wanted to check in and say that I’m alive and as well as I can be since the mold exposure. Staying busy working, living a sociopath free live, and enjoying the company of my sweet new man. Wish I had more time to follow the threads, but really needing a nap before work as my health is still pretty fragile but slowly getting better:). You all are in my thoughts and hope you all are doing well, staying NC because God that really is the key to healing, and progressing toward a happy new life:)! My world is not stress or problem free, but ever so much better without the dark cloud of the Sp and my tormented emotions over it all bringing me down. Finally able to forgive me and just ready to bless the lessons he taught me, and to otherwise forget he ever existed. I said that now I know that I want to share my life with someone affectionate, who lives and loves passionately, and who laughs often and out loud. I have found that and it makes me smile. Hugs to you all.
Dear Joy,
Thanks for checking in!!!! It gives us all a smile to know that someone has “graduated” too a BETTER LIFE, a HEALTHY LIFE! Sorry that you are still haviing some health problems but hopefully some stress free time will help you heal.(((hugs))))
Witsend, that is what we learn is to “tip toe on egg shells” to keep from setting off the bad behavior—YUK!!! I no longer tip toe around anyone! I have done it too for most of my life, but NO MORE. Yes, I think you are doing the same thing with your kid an dhe has learned that if he throws a fit, you will “tip toe” and he will get what he wants—control of the situation.
I too tip toed around my son—and my egg donor! NO MORE. No one is so important that I must placate them at the expense of myself and my own peace. NO ONE.
Oxy,
It is an awful thing walking on eggshells.
Several months ago when I saw a real “dark side” of my son, during an argument, a side I have RARELY seen, I was thinking about not backing away from him (physically) and allowing “whatever was going to happen, happen”.
There was a SPLIT SECOND in time where I felt he might get violent. And I had 2 choices….Either take a step towards him and see if he crossed that (violence) line or take a step AWAY from him. I chose to take a step back from him.
Days before this anger outburst, you could feel the increasing tension in the house. I knew that we were going to have some kind of a big “altercation”. He had lost his computer privledges and he was just getting angrier by the day.
I didn’t cave with the computer, I stood my ground, but I did choose to back off from what could have escalated into violent behavior on his part.
Now he is angry because of drivers ed. And tension is again mounting.
The problem is the anger. He doesn’t comply with simple rules. So the consequences are like being between a rock and a hard place. I can enforce them and then I deal with the anger.
Dear witsend,
Not enforcing them, giving in to his demands, isn’t going to help either. He feels Entitled to drivers ed, he feels entitled to have a car (that’s the next demand) and to drive it when and where he wants—-what he doesn’t grasp is that he is NOT entitled to what he wants just because he is 16 or whatever.
You do NOT owe him a computer or a car, or anything else but BASIC minimum housing, food and clothes and sdupervision. some parents do feel like they OWE their kid more “things” but that’s not the case.
some kids think they are entitled and demand that you “dance to their tune” and it isn’t easy to stand your ground, but for your sake and fo rhis it is what you have to do.
When mine was making all his demands and I wouldn’t give in, he did kick in my ribs, then take off and my egg donor took him in AGAINST my will, and he screwed her over good too, all the while he lied to her and pulled the wool over her eyes. she gave him the car, etc. Her “love and second chance” didn’t keep th elittle darling out of prison, though. so now she sends him more money. She doesn’t even see that if they had managed to off me that she would have BEEN NEXT!
All I can suggest is to KEEP A CALM EXTERIOR, and just be firm rather than try to “reason” with him, he DOES NOT WANT TO HEAR IT. So I wouldn’t bother with the “reasoning” just say “that’s the way it is. bad grades, No driver’s ed.”
Oxy:
My paraplegic mother is still the worst psychopath of the three of them. ALL of my friends for ALL of my life used to say to me, “I wish I had a mother like yours, she is so so nice and fun and accepting and loving”. The only person who saw through her was my ex psychopath husband. That is why I married him. He recognised her immediately, he could outplay her, out wit her, out nice her and that is how he got me to go with him. He wanted to help me “get away from” her.(HE was even worse than her). To this day I steer clear of people in wheel chairs. If I told you the damage she has done to me you would not believe me so, I won’t bother.
She treated my brother like your egg donor treats your P son in prison. He can do know wrong. From the outside looking in, your egg donor does not sound like anything but a PSYCHOPATH to me. But you would know better than me, of course.
My mothers “denial” and “not seeing” my p brothers disgusting behaviour is just that….ie a great big bunch of lies. I think your egg donor knows all too well and can see extremely well the truth of every situation. She is not in denial underneath. She chooses to go with the P son in prison because that will hurt YOU. And thats what she WANTS to do. That is my humble opinion. That is definitely what MY mother would do. An “Oxy dead” is a much better source of narcissistic supply coming from for everyone for your egg donor, than an “Oxy alive”.
My whole family would have rejoiced if I had died. I was ALWAYS the scape goat, reject, it was always my fault.
I believe that if people are a psychopath, they need to be seen as a psychopath first before they are an alcoholic.
An alcoholic who is NOT a psychopath and who is on a “dry drunk” would NEVER do the things that a psychpath/narcissist would do. Not in a million years. They would think about evil things, they might even through a tantrum (not a “violent- to- another -person” one), they would hold resentment to them forever but they would NOT follow through with psychopathic behaviour.
e.g. murder.
In my humble opinion, A psychopath who is addicted to alcohol or drugs is less of a danger than if he is sober. Psychopaths don’t have “dry drunks” because they are just acting the whole time they are sober. They cannot EVER “get the twelve steps of AA/NA” because they have no capacity for self inventory (4th step), empathy(8th step) or remorse or real kindenss.
The only exception is a psychopath on “ice ” or the new designer drugs, because for a certain length of time their physical strength is tenfold and their minds are “clear” in their accuracy of target. So they will NOT fall over or go into black out or go “on the nod” or give themselves away and make a mistake through their paranoia and mumbo jumbo talk. (Like an alcoholic or drug addict would eventually). These drugs make the criminal feel ten foot tall and bullet proof and until their next hit of the drug they are just that. If they are a psychopath into the bargain, look out!
As a child, when I would tell people what had happened to my mother I would get bashed severly by my family, and have my left arm broken each time as a reminder. I was told from the age of five, “that is not what happened, you are making that up, so there must be something wrong with you.”
That was my core belief ..until I read all about it later in life. (i.e. “What I see is not real so there is something wrong with me”).However reading all about it, and understanding what had happened to me, did not stop me from being available to the very next Psychopath, on my path.
I really appreciate this thread on alcoholism and Cluster Bs: my Dad wasn’t an n/p/s — until he drank! Then he displayed the symptoms BIGtime.
I’m reading “The Trauma Bond” by Patrick J. Carnes, Ph.D., that Matt recommended, and it’s as good as you all said it was. Memories are surfacing, things I’ve spent my life trying to forget, often under the strong commandment Oxy described: “Keep everything ‘normal’ — deny, even to yourself (or maybe especially to yourself) that anything is wrong.” I rebel against denial! Cannot believe the damage it does, and the countless ways it sets one up to be a victim.
After reading here for months, finally got the courage to write to Donna, and she (bless her) posted my email: http://www.lovefraud.com/blog/2009/03/04/letters-to-lovefraud-she-turned-into-a-snarling-spitting-monster/
That was in March of this year, and because of the truth-telling, compassion, and acceptance I found on this site with you incredible folks– the doors opened, and my worst memories started coming back — big pieces of my life came back that I thought were gone forever. Why am I happy to remember the worst? Because facing it all makes room for healing, and that is my goal and greatest hope. Not my old idea of being completed by somebody else or something that came from the outside, but the awareness that my spirit is still flexible and resilient! That’s my miracle, that I know that now, deep down in my bones.
Denial, and the imperative that “we make things right,” is conveyed to us through fear, that “walking on eggshells” feeling, or “waiting for the other shoe to drop” — they teach us to ignore/tolerate behavior from others that ought to send us running to the hills. But we can stuff it so deep down inside that it’s unbelievable — we’d rather forget parts of our lives than question a trauma bond!
From the outside, my family looked typically middle class: WASPS, Episcopalian, nice house, peaceful garden. Dad a pilot, and brother in the military, both decorated officers. Mom a homemaker and an accomplished amateur historian. Me an RN, later studying to become an art historian. We were all well-read, enthusiastic nerds. But underneath, I couldn’t have friends over, and my parents didn’t have close non-drinking friends, because alcohol was “the Big Secret” at our house.
Since that day I first wrote Donna, I have remembered 18 major trauma events/ threads that have run through my life of 56 years: that’s more than three major trauma events per decade! And I know I’m not alone.
Some of these were:
-Dad nearly smothering me when drunk (7 years old)
-Mom saying she quit drinking for me – because she’d nearly electrocuted me when drunk
-Mom beating me: running through the house screaming, chasing me at 5 years old, beating me till she was physically exhausted. I was supposed to have picked a neighbor’s rose from her garden. I didn’t.
-My older brother and his wife offering me refuge; “call us whenever it gets too bad,” then withdrawing the offer when I asked for help (age 11)
-Multiple triggers in my work as an RN — lots of verbal abuse and attack, physical threats, and high drama (I’m not drawn to created drama)
-Two marriages with verbal, emotional, and sexual abuse, one to a Presbyterian minister, and a credentialed counsilor
No one in my family was an n/p/s — except around alcohol — and then look out! There is a school of thought that says you can’t blame the alcoholic — they are ill. I respect that, but still think we are responsible for our choices — my Dad knew he put his family way after his bottle. I never drank because it scared me to death, but managed to end up with co-dependent behaviors (like denial and not enforcing healthy boundaries) that have kicked my butt.
I have never been able to entirely condemn my parents because I see their humanity, and realize they were both at times overwhelmed with terrible pain, depression, and despair. If they were still alive, and behaving in those ways, though — we’d be No Contact. And I say that with much love for them, and as a newer development, much love for myself, too.
Like many people on this site, I have the symptoms of PTSD and night terrors/ nightmares off the charts of scary. My brother doesn’t believe the symptoms are real — he’s still with his denial. I’m not arguing with him — I’m going to Al-Anon, meditation, reading the awesome blogs posted here, and looking for a job so I can take back full responsibility for myself as quickly as possible. I exercise and sing and dance and laugh as much as possible, even though no one is allowed to be happy in my family except the alcoholic. Too Bad! Think it’s time for these old destructive family rules to bite the dust, so I’m letting go the the destructiveness day by day.
This is the first time I’ve ever written all this down, and I’ve never told anyone the full horror. I will soon, when I’m ready, but that’s how strong the “keep the secret” is instilled by alcoholic parents. I think that it’s essential to be able to tell yourself the truth, and know that you can stand it, and that you will endure.
The love I sought all my life was waiting in my own heart, and it’s healing me. Love and acceptance do that. I’ve stopped staying afraid: my life is lighted by good people, over-comers, and it’s you. And me, too.
Lots of Love,
Betty
If they are not psychopaths, then what is?
Great points, Steve, as usual – and another great explanation of those ever so slight differences, particularly the “n’s” sense of entitlement, and the “s” inherent lack of guilt or remorse (no conscience to manage, I believe was how you put it.) I’ll be back for a more thorough read later.
I merely wanted to recommend for any “true crime” buffs out there, a book by Vincent Bugliosi (boo-lee-OH-see), the former LA prosecutor, who got Charles Manson convicted.
It relates his opinion, weighing in on the Nicole Brown-Ronald Goldman murders by we know who….
“Outrage: The Five Reasons Why O.J. Simpson Got Away With Murder (1996)”
He seems to have an intuitive grasp (plus a, IMO, brilliant legal mind) on the ‘attitudes prevalent in sociopaths.’
BBL, y’all – be well ~*~
…one more thought:
I believe that Steve just might be the 99th or 100th “monkey” – in educating people about DISORDERED people, one of these days, we’ll all start “washing our sweet potatoes…!”
These posts may just well be enough to help tip the balance in favor of more “general public awareness” about ASPD et al.
lol