Posts Tagged: all about me


23
Aug 09

The Narcissist As Protector

Last night I was reading in bed.  Reading in bed was frowned upon when I was married.  Bedtime was meant for one thing and one thing only – service.  We didn’t have a T.V. in our bedroom  for the same reason.

Now, in my happy little  sanctuary, I often read and watch T.V. in bed at the same time – a sweet, simple pleasure.  I was reading a wonderful novel by Elizabeth Berg.

Recently, my 90 year old grandmother was visiting.  We were sitting around the table talking about books.  She asked what I’d been reading.  When I told her mostly self-help books, she rolled her eyes and said, “You ought to read something by Elizabeth Berg.”  Guess there’s not much point in self-help books when you’re 90.

Elizabeth Berg is the kind of author that makes you feel like you are sitting down for coffee and stories with an old friend.

Back to last night – I was engrossed in the reading and I saw something scurry across my bedroom carpet and head under my bed.  It was a ridiculously large spider – so big, in fact, that it had to duck it’s head to get under the bed.  I threw my book at it.  That didn’t work.  I grabbed the broom to try and get at it.  Nothing. Continue reading →


22
Aug 09

“Epipha-me”

From my Webster’s College Dictionary, the word epiphany is defined as:

1.  an appearance or manifestation of a deity.
2.  a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into reality or the essential meaning of something ….

The first time I heard Mark use the word epiphany I winced.  He pronounced it epipha-ME.

I let it slide.  Surely it was a simple mistake.  It was kind of cute.

The second time he said epipha-ME I figured I should spare him any embarrassment in case he used that word with somebody else.  I ever-so-gently corrected him.  I even spelled the word for him so that he would remember that the word ends in ny, not ME.

He didn’t say, “Are you sure?  Really?  Oh, that’s embarrassing.”  He just ignored me.  I know he must have thought, “Well, I’m never wrong.  She’s got to be wrong.” Continue reading →


20
Aug 09

The Voice of the Narcissist

pumpkin patchMark and I hadn’t been dating long.  One late summer evening we were taking a walk through a nice neighborhood I had grown up in.  I was kind of hoping that I would see someone I knew so that someone I knew would see me with Mark.

I was in the googly-eyed phase of the relationship.  I still couldn’t believe that a guy this handsome and this charming actually wanted to be with me.  So, naturally, I wanted the world to see me with him.  Then the world would think, “Wow, that Jesse is something, isn’t she.  She’s with Mark.”

Even though I was so charmed by him and enthralled with the idea of being with him, there was something that just didn’t sit right with me.  I felt petty for even mentioning it.  Part of me was afraid that if I criticized anything he did, that he’d dump me.  Maybe the thing that bugged me, wasn’t a big enough thing to risk sacrificing being with Mark.

I was almost 30 years old at the time.  I was starting to understand how important it was for me to express my desires and be open in a relationship.  We were strolling, holding hands, and I felt very close to him.  In a very gentle, non-confrontational way I asked him why he often talked to me in a sing-song voice.

(This voice was kind of cute in the beginning.  I had wondered if that was a voice that he used when he was finding his way in a new relationship.  Maybe he didn’t know how to get close to a woman or be intimate, so he resorted to this patronizing voice.  I hoped that he would get comfortable enough with me that he could drop the annoying voice.) Continue reading →


15
Aug 09

Narcissism and Counseling

turbineSomewhere during the time that I left my marriage and discovered Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD) I was going to a marriage counselor.  We actually went to counseling as a couple.  My ex didn’t put a lot of stock in counseling.  He’d tried during his first marriage and wasn’t impressed.

(Obviously it didn’t take, since I was his second marriage.)

Things had to get pretty bad before he would agree to go with me.  When he finally agreed, he said he was going to discuss my issues, since he didn’t have any issues, and wasn’t doing anything wrong.  I didn’t hold out a lot of hope that anything would change, since that was his attitude going into the sessions.

Now, after educating myself in all this narcissism stuff, I often wonder how the counselor didn’t catch it.  How come he didn’t see all the signs?  On the one hand, I’m glad I’m not the only one who was dazzled by my ex’s charms.  I’d hate to think that I was the only idiot who was blinded by his charisma.  But I really thought that someone trained in disorders would see through the charm.

During each of our sessions, my ex would speak in his typical condescending, patronizing tone.  It was as if he was saying, “I’m just patiently going through the motions because you will soon discover that there’s nothing that I need to change.  It will become clear that you have all the problems.  You will realize how fortunate you are to be married to me.  You will see that you are making things difficult for yourself.  I will be here for you to adore, once you come out the other side and confess to all that you’ve done wrong.” Continue reading →


9
Aug 09

Prioritizing

old windowI spent a lot of time reading the literature about Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD).  It’s good to arm yourself with the tools that help you deal with a narcissist.  There’s a lot written about how narcissists need to have their narcissism fed.  Constant admiration and adulation is food to a narcississt.  In the absence of that adulation, they will find a new source.

When thinking of narcissism, I always pictured a tree searching for water.  It has to have water for survival.  Some trees send roots deep into the ground.  Other trees, like aspens, have shallow root systems.  Narcissists have shallow root systems.  They are never loyal to one source.  They don’t trust their partner to always feed them, so they turn to their kids or their employees or a new lover.

I had moved out.  I had purchased my own home.  The kids and I were settled.

A year had gone by and he informed me that he was irritated that he was no longer my priority.  That was always an issue when I lived with him.  No matter how my life would get turned upside down, no matter what I cooked for him, or how I cleaned for him, or the relationships I ended so as to have more time for him, he’d always complain that he wasn’t my priority.  And now that I wasn’t even living under the same roof with him, he still couldn’t believe that he wasn’t my priority.

Imagine a person having that thought.  Then imagine that person actually putting that thought to words – “Why am I no longer your priority?” Continue reading →