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.)
Leah… you should write a book, you’ve already got a great title for it! LMAO!
Leah, I did read your other post, and put the book on my list of ones to gets. There’s another teacher that I really like, named Arjuna Ardagh, who talks a lot about dealing with emotions. It’s a more spiritual orientation, but he basically says get into them. And I agree. It’s being afraid of our feelings that creates the problem. They all have reasons for being.
I’m sorry that you find “namaste” a trigger. It’s such a beautiful greeting and soul salute. It just goes to show how even the most lovely things can get poisoned.
You know, in five years, I moved five times, each time hoping to get away from the cooties my ex left behind. Most recently, when a tenant burned down the guest cottage on my property, I wasn’t sorry, because everytime I looked at it, I remembered him living there.
There’s been some discussion here lately about what we see in each other’s eyes. And “namaste” is all about seeing deeply into each other, and recognizing the God-spark. Actually it’s a salute from God-spark to God-spark. Which I why I love it so much. Feeling that great something in another person has been one of the most meaningful things in my life.
But in five years, I never felt it with my ex-S. I’d look into his eyes and feel like I was looking at closed shutters. The only time they opened was when he was angry and spewing some kind of venom. He was a vociferous atheist, and sneered at anything like spirituality. Which could be expected from someone who is incapable of trust.
I’m sorry that you encountered the Indian version. If there’s on thing in my life he never touched — because he didn’t have the slightest idea of what it was about — it was my spiritual impulses. Not that they were very active in those years. I was too busy dealing with all the hurt child stuff that he brought up.
And I’m doubly sorry, because the Indian people I know are wonderful. My main client is a company run by Indians, and I’ve never worked with anyone as kind-hearted and respectful as they are. I’ve made them promise that if they ever move back to India, they’ll take me with them. I think I’d like to grow old there.
So, Leah, what would you like me to do? Do you want me to stop using it until it’s not such a trigger. I would, if you would promise to let me know when it’s okay again.
Kathy
PS — You seem to be a fine writer to me. Why don’t you write the book? It sounds like a great idea.
Leah:
“I’m probably the only who finds the word “namaste”a trigger.”
And I thought I was the ONLY ONE!!!
Leah:
But then my ex P even turned “mans search for meaning” by Victor Frankl into a trigger…he learned it off by heart to rope me in.
KH:
“I have a theory that very few of us were good at anger before the sociopaths came into our lives.” You have hit the nail on the head for me yet AGAIN!!! This is sooo true of me. Though I would have denied it back then. xoxo
I agree, I think we stuffed the anger down inside ourselves and I know I even felt guilty for feeling the anger…now it is okay to be angry, irritated, or enraged about injustice! I try to keep my ACTIONS in chek where anger is concerned, if I get mad that doesn’t give me a pass to ACT LIKE A MONSTER just because I am angry, but I can FEEL LIKE A MNONSTER that is angry. Big difference, the Ps feel justified in ACTING any way they please when angry.
We, on the other hand, can take our ANGER and address the problem that caused it…
BTW, Kathy, I have a wonderful and very beautiful new horse, but I have decided to let the guys ride her, I will stick with my asses, they are so much smarter, so omuch less likely to hurt me, and so much smoother a ride. The picturesque “white stallions” might be pretty, but they wouldn’t be a safe ride, so I think I will stick with the GOOD SENSE and CAUTION instead of endangering myself on a horse! I’m too old to get my bones broken again in combat of any kind!!! LOL Also, ,while swords are nice too, I’m so used to using the skillet and less likely to cut myself with the skillet, so I will stick to that too. Let the others swing a big long knife! LOL (((hugs))))
I very rarely feel anger. I guess it is stuffed. I think I feel that it is not a righteous feeling in the God-seeking sense.
But I see where you guys are going with this. We must find some way to experience it, to recognize that it is there, so that we can deal with it constructively…which WE can do.
My therapist is the only one capable of bringing out my hurts. I think this is not only because she uses God to go deep into my heart and address the things I try to “stuff” but also because I feel safe letting it out there.
I don’t want my hurts coming out every day, and when they do I like knowing my therapist understands and can help me work through it.
I have found I have anger at God sometimes as well as my STBXP and his OW, of course.
Shabby, Thanks for the reciprocal laugh.
Kathleen, No worries re: the word. I’m fine with it – just sharing. My ex-vampire was also a rabid atheist, although if he was dealing with religious people of any persuasion he loved to play the part of the pious believer and laugh like a two year old at his cleverness as soon as they turned their backs. I’m sure if you met either him or his enabler, you’d find them – at least outwardly – very respectful, considerate and engaging. In fact, they look like the paragon of virtue with their philanthropic work. That was a large part of why I fell for both of them. Unfortunately, it was another case of too good to be true.
Tilly, They’ll use any tool they can get…
Take care, all. 🙂
newlife08:
And what crime against humanity are you guilty of this week? Breathing? If your S has actually DEFINED FOR YOU what the crime is you get LoveFraud bonus points!
As for the threat of subjecting you to a psych evaluation, I was ready to pipe up “that threat cuts both ways.” Then you beat me to the punch and said he’s had 3 and been diagnosed N/S.
Hang in there, pal. This will end eventually and you will be able to get on with your life and actually make some concrete plans for the future — without having to worry about S going out and blowing through even more of your assets without your knowing about it.
Sing polly wolly doodle all the day.
Tilly,
When I said “You know, if I had given in, he’d still be alive, so it really was my fault anyway” I was trying to be sarcastic. I do not believe for one second that I killed him. That was strictly his choice. No one forced him to do what he did. However it is also true that if I had given in, he really would be alive today. For how long, who knows? I would only be a matter of time for him to self destruct. But as I said, I am relieved that he is gone, in this life. Now I need to work on how to prevent him from hurting me from the grave.