Narcissistic Personality Disorder (vs. narcissism)
Posted: June 9th, 2013, 4:13 pm
Recently I heard Paul Gilmartin talking about his mother and their relationship, and I was struck by how anguished he sounded describing her NPD behaviors, and he seems to despair of ever achieving an understanding or some kind of healthy relationship with her.
Let me say that speaking from a lot of my own experience, that will never happen, and I think he should let it go (and her), otherwise I think that after she passes away ( he said she was 85 years old ), he will carry an unnecessary heavy burden of unfulfillment or loss.
I am not any kind of mental health professional or expert, but I have an intimate understanding of NPD as my father is one of these people.
I think I should first say that I think narcissism is one of those concepts that a lot of people don't fully understand, or more specifically, many people are not aware of the difference between narcissism and NPD. The difference is huge. Many people are narcissistic or have narcissistic traits without having NPD.
From the wiki page which has the DSM-5 diagnostic criteria:
Includes five or more of the following characteristics:
Is grandiose in evaluation of self without demonstrating superior achievements
Concentrates on fantasies of great success, influence, intelligence, beauty or perfect love
Believes in own "specialness" and expects to associate with high prestige people or institutions
Demands to be overly admired
Feels entitled to special treatment and to have demands acceded to
Exploits others to achieve own ends
Lacks empathy for others
Frequently envious of others or assumes others are envious of him or her
Is arrogant in attitudes and behavior
You can probably think of many narcissistic people who have none or only one or two of these traits or behaviors.
In particular, with regards to my father, I have come across a term I find to be very apt in describing him: “malignant narcissist”. This is not a term used in the DSM, but has been used by a number of experts/authors that I have run across. The main additional feature of a malignant narcissist from what I can gather is the presence of sadistic tendencies. I feel like people don’t believe me when I talk about this part, like I am just angry at my father and I want to really beat him up when I talk about him, but it is just the truth; he derives pleasure from hurting and domineering others. I have seen him do this countless times to others, to animals, and most of all to myself. I don’t think people like him actually enjoy the hurting of others but rather they greatly enjoy the feeling of power that comes from it, it’s a subtle difference that probably doesn’t matter to a victim but I think it matters for understanding these people.
Crucial to understanding people with NPD is understanding how capable and functional they are.
For most of my life, my father has been very successful, when I was a kid he worked selling very expensive electronics and hardware to the military and other big corporate clients. He has always been a very capable salesman, now that he is retired he is still making decent money selling real estate. He was making six figures throughout a lot of the 1980’s and 1990’s. And at this same time, I would often go to school in stained T-shirts and jeans with holes in them ( this was before holey jeans were hip). Because in his mind he was and is very begrudging to spend anything on anyone else if he can get out of it, or put it off. He would make all kinds of promises, like helping me out with buying my first car or college. My mother (they divorced when I was ten), who never had his kind of money, helped me with thousands of dollars for schooling and my cars, but my father has never given me a cent for these things.
A huge reason that NPD’s are functional is very simple: they very rarely act out their nasty behaviors outside their family. They are not stupid, my father is well into the genius range. To an NPD, a family is a captive audience and hostages who can never get away rolled into one. They are textbook abusers and predators, my mother suffered terrible abuse as a child, and my father homed in on her vulnerability instinctively. She was stronger than he thought though and she finally dumped him. I got sick of his shit too at sixteen, when we had an argument at the dinner table and he punched me in the face and then started kicking me on the floor after I fell out of my chair. He had always fostered an atmosphere of not even speaking to him at all by being so domineering. For years he had sat next to me at the dinner table, his face less than three feet from mine, and he would stare at me with abject, naked hatred. I guess it was all the resentment, because I always did badly in school, I did badly with friends and social life in general, I did badly with everything in fact, because I was in constant torment and always under attack. I walked around in a semi-dissociated state most of the time, desperately trying to pretend none of it mattered and it was all no big deal, which of course would come off as aloofness. He was oblivious to any of my unhappiness, of course, he just knew he was not getting what he wanted out of me to a satisfactory degree.
At the dinner table I told him I was sick of him, which was what got me the beating. He had always beat me from as early as when I was six or seven. He would usually use his thick leather belt, I think because this gave him the appearance of some kind of propriety, but if time was of the essence he would use his hands. And he would not hold back with that belt, snapping it smartly to add to the terror, I remember him often pulling my skinny ass out of bed after midnight when he would come home from a business trip, I was eight or ten years old, and I remember him grunting, hitting me as hard as he could with that belt, me in my underwear. If I covered my butt, he would beat my thighs, and when I covered them, he beat my back. It is very easy to be inhuman to people if you don’t actually consider them human, if you just consider them a cog or a creature that only exists by your leave and for your whim.
Usually what got me my beatings was a bad school report. And I was troubled emotionally and socially from as far back as I can remember, and I always did badly in school. Which meant that every report card, for grades 2 to 10, I got a beating. And every half term report. And every progress report. And every call from the teacher or vice principal, of which there were many. He never gave up on the beatings. Even though a moron could see they were not working, were doing the opposite of working, he never gave up. At some point looking back, I realized that he did not beat me because he thought that this would make me shape up somehow, he beat me because he wanted to beat me. He eschewed any other approaches, like a counselor, or a therapist, or clergy, or whatever. He was not interested in that.
Anyway after getting punched at the dinner table, I told him I wanted to leave and move in with my mother. And even though I was a very confused kid with negative self-esteem, I did on some level realize what he was about, and I kept bugging him and bugging him about it for weeks, though he as always of course tried to just let things blow over and go back to business as usual; I did not let it go and he finally let me go to live with my mother. The explanation as to why he would give up this control over me was revealed in his demeanor: in his mind my mother was so much dumber than him, and could provide me with such a lower standard of living that I would surely regret leaving him. He had an air of ,”it will serve him right” in his voice.
I kept up a semblance of a relationship with my father through my twenties and thirties, because of the simple fact that I just didn’t realize what he was, as I’m sure many people are fooled by NPDs for years. They are very good at passing for human. They know how people are supposed to act and they can mimic caring or decent behavior towards others. I have even realized that behavior that looks like human behavior can often only appear that way, probably largely because we want it to. Like when my father would give me something that sounded like helpful advice that a father would give his son, looking back I realized that his attitude and most importantly his motivation was something else. He would give “advice” or tell cautionary tales only if it made him sound like he was very wise, clever, sagely, or worldly. He would never say something to me along the lines of, “now don’t do this, do that, and it will probably work out better for you, son”, he had no interest. Also, sometimes when we would disagree on the phone, like once I told him that I did not want to travel to his house for Christmas as was usual every other year, he kind of got weepy and hurt sounding. He would do this sometimes, but I eventually realized that this was his last resort. He could no longer use violence to control me. And he eventually found out he could not hold money over my head, either; once on the phone when he didn’t like what I said, he said to me, “do you want to be cut off financially from this family?”. His tone was impossibly cold and nasty, like something out of a bad soap opera. So, often he had to resort to getting sobby with me, which he was not above. I think that much of his upset was real, losing control bothered him a lot.
Anyway, so five years ago, I just came to the final awareness of how the gears really turn in his head, and I stripped away all the delusions I carried about him such as: “He’s not that bad.” Or “He’s changed, or gotten better”. He is the same son of a bitch he has always been and always will be, he’s just old now, and when I am around him the idea of trying to physically intimidate me does not enter his head only because the thought of fighting with someone who is not half your size anymore is terrifying to him.
I could go into the details of how I finally got to this point, but maybe I will go into that later as this post is getting very long. I just hope that people who are unaware of NPD get some kind of idea of it from this post. Some of the people talking and writing about malignant narcissism propose that it might be related to sociopathy, and this makes a lot of sense to me. If there is someone in your life that you honestly and soberly think is really like this, my very strong advice is to cut them off, get rid of them. Stop getting upset over them, and wringing your hands at how they act towards you. Stop it. I don’t care if they are your spouse, or your parent or whatever, do yourself a favor, save yourself years of torment, and leave them behind.
Let me say that speaking from a lot of my own experience, that will never happen, and I think he should let it go (and her), otherwise I think that after she passes away ( he said she was 85 years old ), he will carry an unnecessary heavy burden of unfulfillment or loss.
I am not any kind of mental health professional or expert, but I have an intimate understanding of NPD as my father is one of these people.
I think I should first say that I think narcissism is one of those concepts that a lot of people don't fully understand, or more specifically, many people are not aware of the difference between narcissism and NPD. The difference is huge. Many people are narcissistic or have narcissistic traits without having NPD.
From the wiki page which has the DSM-5 diagnostic criteria:
Includes five or more of the following characteristics:
Is grandiose in evaluation of self without demonstrating superior achievements
Concentrates on fantasies of great success, influence, intelligence, beauty or perfect love
Believes in own "specialness" and expects to associate with high prestige people or institutions
Demands to be overly admired
Feels entitled to special treatment and to have demands acceded to
Exploits others to achieve own ends
Lacks empathy for others
Frequently envious of others or assumes others are envious of him or her
Is arrogant in attitudes and behavior
You can probably think of many narcissistic people who have none or only one or two of these traits or behaviors.
In particular, with regards to my father, I have come across a term I find to be very apt in describing him: “malignant narcissist”. This is not a term used in the DSM, but has been used by a number of experts/authors that I have run across. The main additional feature of a malignant narcissist from what I can gather is the presence of sadistic tendencies. I feel like people don’t believe me when I talk about this part, like I am just angry at my father and I want to really beat him up when I talk about him, but it is just the truth; he derives pleasure from hurting and domineering others. I have seen him do this countless times to others, to animals, and most of all to myself. I don’t think people like him actually enjoy the hurting of others but rather they greatly enjoy the feeling of power that comes from it, it’s a subtle difference that probably doesn’t matter to a victim but I think it matters for understanding these people.
Crucial to understanding people with NPD is understanding how capable and functional they are.
For most of my life, my father has been very successful, when I was a kid he worked selling very expensive electronics and hardware to the military and other big corporate clients. He has always been a very capable salesman, now that he is retired he is still making decent money selling real estate. He was making six figures throughout a lot of the 1980’s and 1990’s. And at this same time, I would often go to school in stained T-shirts and jeans with holes in them ( this was before holey jeans were hip). Because in his mind he was and is very begrudging to spend anything on anyone else if he can get out of it, or put it off. He would make all kinds of promises, like helping me out with buying my first car or college. My mother (they divorced when I was ten), who never had his kind of money, helped me with thousands of dollars for schooling and my cars, but my father has never given me a cent for these things.
A huge reason that NPD’s are functional is very simple: they very rarely act out their nasty behaviors outside their family. They are not stupid, my father is well into the genius range. To an NPD, a family is a captive audience and hostages who can never get away rolled into one. They are textbook abusers and predators, my mother suffered terrible abuse as a child, and my father homed in on her vulnerability instinctively. She was stronger than he thought though and she finally dumped him. I got sick of his shit too at sixteen, when we had an argument at the dinner table and he punched me in the face and then started kicking me on the floor after I fell out of my chair. He had always fostered an atmosphere of not even speaking to him at all by being so domineering. For years he had sat next to me at the dinner table, his face less than three feet from mine, and he would stare at me with abject, naked hatred. I guess it was all the resentment, because I always did badly in school, I did badly with friends and social life in general, I did badly with everything in fact, because I was in constant torment and always under attack. I walked around in a semi-dissociated state most of the time, desperately trying to pretend none of it mattered and it was all no big deal, which of course would come off as aloofness. He was oblivious to any of my unhappiness, of course, he just knew he was not getting what he wanted out of me to a satisfactory degree.
At the dinner table I told him I was sick of him, which was what got me the beating. He had always beat me from as early as when I was six or seven. He would usually use his thick leather belt, I think because this gave him the appearance of some kind of propriety, but if time was of the essence he would use his hands. And he would not hold back with that belt, snapping it smartly to add to the terror, I remember him often pulling my skinny ass out of bed after midnight when he would come home from a business trip, I was eight or ten years old, and I remember him grunting, hitting me as hard as he could with that belt, me in my underwear. If I covered my butt, he would beat my thighs, and when I covered them, he beat my back. It is very easy to be inhuman to people if you don’t actually consider them human, if you just consider them a cog or a creature that only exists by your leave and for your whim.
Usually what got me my beatings was a bad school report. And I was troubled emotionally and socially from as far back as I can remember, and I always did badly in school. Which meant that every report card, for grades 2 to 10, I got a beating. And every half term report. And every progress report. And every call from the teacher or vice principal, of which there were many. He never gave up on the beatings. Even though a moron could see they were not working, were doing the opposite of working, he never gave up. At some point looking back, I realized that he did not beat me because he thought that this would make me shape up somehow, he beat me because he wanted to beat me. He eschewed any other approaches, like a counselor, or a therapist, or clergy, or whatever. He was not interested in that.
Anyway after getting punched at the dinner table, I told him I wanted to leave and move in with my mother. And even though I was a very confused kid with negative self-esteem, I did on some level realize what he was about, and I kept bugging him and bugging him about it for weeks, though he as always of course tried to just let things blow over and go back to business as usual; I did not let it go and he finally let me go to live with my mother. The explanation as to why he would give up this control over me was revealed in his demeanor: in his mind my mother was so much dumber than him, and could provide me with such a lower standard of living that I would surely regret leaving him. He had an air of ,”it will serve him right” in his voice.
I kept up a semblance of a relationship with my father through my twenties and thirties, because of the simple fact that I just didn’t realize what he was, as I’m sure many people are fooled by NPDs for years. They are very good at passing for human. They know how people are supposed to act and they can mimic caring or decent behavior towards others. I have even realized that behavior that looks like human behavior can often only appear that way, probably largely because we want it to. Like when my father would give me something that sounded like helpful advice that a father would give his son, looking back I realized that his attitude and most importantly his motivation was something else. He would give “advice” or tell cautionary tales only if it made him sound like he was very wise, clever, sagely, or worldly. He would never say something to me along the lines of, “now don’t do this, do that, and it will probably work out better for you, son”, he had no interest. Also, sometimes when we would disagree on the phone, like once I told him that I did not want to travel to his house for Christmas as was usual every other year, he kind of got weepy and hurt sounding. He would do this sometimes, but I eventually realized that this was his last resort. He could no longer use violence to control me. And he eventually found out he could not hold money over my head, either; once on the phone when he didn’t like what I said, he said to me, “do you want to be cut off financially from this family?”. His tone was impossibly cold and nasty, like something out of a bad soap opera. So, often he had to resort to getting sobby with me, which he was not above. I think that much of his upset was real, losing control bothered him a lot.
Anyway, so five years ago, I just came to the final awareness of how the gears really turn in his head, and I stripped away all the delusions I carried about him such as: “He’s not that bad.” Or “He’s changed, or gotten better”. He is the same son of a bitch he has always been and always will be, he’s just old now, and when I am around him the idea of trying to physically intimidate me does not enter his head only because the thought of fighting with someone who is not half your size anymore is terrifying to him.
I could go into the details of how I finally got to this point, but maybe I will go into that later as this post is getting very long. I just hope that people who are unaware of NPD get some kind of idea of it from this post. Some of the people talking and writing about malignant narcissism propose that it might be related to sociopathy, and this makes a lot of sense to me. If there is someone in your life that you honestly and soberly think is really like this, my very strong advice is to cut them off, get rid of them. Stop getting upset over them, and wringing your hands at how they act towards you. Stop it. I don’t care if they are your spouse, or your parent or whatever, do yourself a favor, save yourself years of torment, and leave them behind.