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…You know I like and care for you, right? I don’t judge anyone on how they choose to live their life. I’m a sinner and I am flawed, with my own set of those quirky things and foibles.
Only when I am acutely aware that evil is happening do I put on my discerning cap. You are loved and don’t you forget it, okay?…xxooxxoo…
Oh, and ya know, I’ve been kickin around on this other open forum for about a month or two, chatting with other like minded folks having mildly heated debates and mutual agreements talk fests.
I kid you not, it seems as soon as I post a comment then…bam!bam!bam!…the predators sleeze their way out of the sewer, crawl out from under that filthy rock they live under and fruitlessly attempt to “hurt” me or to “offend” me by saying such pathetic drivel, such profane and evil crap.
I can’t even summon an ounce of righteous fury for them unless they are directing their caustic slime towards others. Then, I go to town.
Heck, I just call them evil, while utilizing my firm grasp of the English language, not using foul language to communicate my meaning. I won’t feed their daily narcissistic supply requirements. AS IF!
These base creatures must be some of the most loneliest, bored individuals on the planet to waste time striving to cause chaos and disruption on the flippin internet. It’s so absurd and ridiculous that instead of being “hurt” or “angry”, I have me a few hearty belly laughs over their pettiness.
Funny thing is, many of those freaks are males in the late 30s and 40s! How pathetic is that! Guess it’s a myth that “with age comes wisdom.”
JaneSmith
Thanks Jane. It’s very kind of you.
I got caught out earlier on another thread by some lowlife and actually put an indirect response on the blog (feel a bit of an idiot once I realised, truth be told) but at least my radar went up quite quickly and I am pretty pleased that I didn’t understand immediately what the scumbag was referring to (sicko) – However, it did amuse me that he very quickly vented his obvious frustration that he was being ignored! Just another endorsement of how very pathetic these types are. All strength to us!
Amazing just how quickly they revert to type isn’t it?
Re wisdom – I’m hoping for a ‘late surge’!!!!
All love
E x
Dear Sweet Jane,
Spirituality, I think, is a part of the human “being” that goes along with a concept of conscience, which of course, the psychopaths of course do not have….of course, they sometimes learn the “Words” (but not the TUNE) as Dr. robert Hare so nicely noted.
Anyone with a conscience of some sort, obviously has a spiritual aspect of some sort, regarless of whether they think of it ias God, a “higher power” or the “Universe”—the ingredient of some spiritual aspect to life is lacking in the psychopath, which allows them to prey on others without any remorse or pity.
To me, the spiritual aspect (in whatever form) is important to our recovery! For me, disengaging myself from my egg donor’s opinions about God, allowed me to develop my spirituality and my closeness with my creator—my loving Father, not the psychopathic punisher that she envisioned as “God” and taught me to fear, but not love. No one who “inspires”others with FEAR to follow them has any true “followers,” only those who are afraid not to pretend to “love” them.
To me, following a spiritual path of love allows me to be at peace, rather than a constant anxiety about trying to placate the psychopathic diety and his enablers.
Oxy
Lovely post to Jane and a poignant and peaceful note to retire on.
thanks.
Nite Nite, Escapee, sweet dreams from those of us who live across the pond from you.
And, Oxypooh, I concur. You and I and others are always on the same page. That’s why I love visiting this site. So many excellent peeps that I will most likely never have the honor to meet in person, so I care for and enjoy them via the interwebby.
xxooxxoooxxxooo!!1!!!
🙂
Hello, everyone, This is my first time posting on this site. Hopefully you can help me understand my former situation.
I was involved with a Narcissist who had some qualities of the S/P. He was charming, cruel, generous (when I towed the line), vindictive, hated himself, intelligent, deceitful, religious, depressed, good sense of humor, unforgiving, had that “you and the world owe me whatever I want” attitude, never wrong, etc. A very complex, mixed up control freak.
Ours was a very stormy relationship, as I was always trying to please him, would inadvertently screw up and then pay for it with his outbursts of anger, pulling back, making me out to be the guilty party when indeed I wasn’t, getting the silent treatment. When I would confront him with his unreasonableness, he would twist what I said and turn things around so that I was always the bad guy. He was a shell of a human being, absorbing from people their good qualities that he so desperately wanted but did not possess, and would mirror these back to people as the situation required.
He would tell me that he loved me, couldn’t live without me, and that I was THE woman for him. It became a situation in which I felt possessed by him, and as though I could never escape. I tried many times to break off this sick relationship, but would always apologize for offending him and go back. Then he would buy me presents and be oh-so-nice until I did something that ticked him off, and the cycle would repeat. I was always too much of something or not enough of something else. I could never figure out what it was I was doing wrong.
After several years of this, I finally had enough and told him in no uncertain terms that I was breaking off the relationship. I felt really strong and had no problem sticking with my decision. He was angry and closed off ar first, but really nice the last few days before he killed himself in my presence. He had planned the suicide, as I found out in a note he had left me.
I know he was depressed, but I am trying to make sense of it all. His cruelty is so confusing to me. I think the most cruel thing you can do to someone, short of killing them, is to kill yourself in their presence. Where did his religion come in? Why didn’t that help him? I’m trying to forgive him because I read that that will release me so that he no longer has control over me. How could I have been so dumb as to not see what this guy was really like? Am I that screwed up? I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive myself for being so stupid. It has cost me dearly.
Thanks for any help anyone can offer.
I am here.
Had a long day. After that continued to get texts.
I went to therapy then out to the farm market, the grocery store and target. getting- on, getting over.
Returned “home” (I live with a friend) and was sitting in the drive talking to my mom about how and why I fall for this crap.
I realize with the help of my therapist that I don’t feel worthy of love and don’t love myself. That’s why I can’t believe my friends and family actually love me, but when STBXP begs and pleads for me it lifts my self-esteem.
he showed up at the house!!
I listened to him again. I stood my ground but couldn’t ask him to leave.
My girlfriend told him to leave or she’d call the cops and I went inside, as my mom was on the phone.
I don’t know how my mom puts up with this crap form me.
He texted me again that I could take my son. So I met him later at BK. I hate that I give an ear to him, but I told him I was going through with the divorce and I told him it was simply advice that I was giving him to move out and see a certified sex addiction therapist; that I didn’t care whether he stayed with his GF and married her and had kids and lived happily ever after (he insists this cannot happen).
BTW I have no way of really diagnosing STBX as a P, and OUR marriage counselor whom he only met once said he is probably NPD, but most likely has a PD.
I am okay, but those web-threads are sticky. I told him not to contact me again, and my attorney has been advised and will call his attorney tomorrow about him showing up at my residence.
willbehealed:
First, welcome. You are in a place of healing and learning. I always tell people this site was a Godsend to me — I was ready to commit suicide by the time I drove the S from my life.
As to what he was — an N/S/P/Borderline — the diagnosis doesn’t matter. All cluster-B personality disordered people are toxic to the people they are involved with.
These relationships are all about control. The cruelty, the geneorisity, the manipulation, the deceitfulness, the sense of entitlement. These non-human vehicles of discord will use whatever means possible to keep you in line. Clearly, when you found the strength to break things off, he lost control. And what better way to assert perpetual, beyond the grave control over you than to kill himself in front of you.
His religion didn’t come into play. His depression didn’t come into play. This was all about control and he chose the most hellish, heinous, hateful, vindictive way to go about getting in the last word with you.
Kathy Hawke has done a great series of articles on this site on the stages of healing from a sociopath. One is one forgiveness. However, I don’t think you are there yet. My take, and I’m willing to admit I”m wrong if you say so, is that you are still at the blame/anger phase. The beating yourself up in the “how could I have been so dumb as to not see what this guy was really like? Am I that screwed up? I don’t know if I”ll ever be able to forgive myself for being so stupid…” to me indicates that you are not at forgiveness.
If you don’t go through all the steps, you can’t get to forgiveness. In my case I’m moved on with my life, but there is no forgiveness in me toward S. LIke you, mine cost me dearly. Quite frankly, if I can get him sent back to prison I will do so. To force forgiveness wouldn’t be healthy for me — at least not at this point in time.
There are a lot of good articles on this site. If you haven’t read them, I recommend “Without Conscience” by Robert Hare, “The Sociopath Next Door” by Martha Stout, and “The Betrayal Bond” by Patrick Carnes. All three gave me a lot of the answers to the very questions you are asking of yourseelf.
I don’t know if any of this helps. And there are others on this site who may have other opinions — we may sometimes fight like hell, but, we always fight fair and make up nicely – so you’ll get a lot of viewpoints and, most important, validation of what you’ve been through.
Once again, welcome. You are in a place of healing.
banana:
Don’t know if you saw them, but there are a lot of responses to your earlier post today.
Hang in there, GF. It will get better.
I am a little confused because my post is not in this blog but another.