Posts Tagged: NPD


30
Jan 17

Go Quietly in the Direction of Your Change

in the direction of changeTell your mom, if you want.  You might even tell your dad.  Telling your parents depends on your relationship with them.  Remember, you don’t owe them anything.

You don’t need to tell your kids.  If you tell them now, and it takes a while, they’ll sound a lot like, “Mom?  Is it today?  Is it happening today?  When?  Mom, when is the change gonna happen?”  You don’t need that kind of pressure.

Depending on the relationship you have with your BFF, you may want to wait to tell her.  But …  if you can’t tell her right away, she’s not the BFF you think she is.

I have no idea how to predict how a guy responds to anything, so whether you tell him, or not, is up to you.

I do know, though, that if you’re dealing with a narcissist, it’s better not to tell him or her at all.  Make the change.  See if they notice.  If they bring up the change, then be prepared to discuss, or more accurately, listen. Continue reading →


21
Jan 17

Why I Didn’t March

Have you ever stood outside a narcissist’s man cave yelling at him that it’s time he helped with the laundry and took a turn at entertaining the kids, only to be told that that is woman’s work?

Have you stood in front of a narcissist, hands on your hips, telling him that you will no longer be ignored and that it’s time that your dreams were made a priority, too, only to hear him say, “But if you focus on my dreams, we’ll both be happy.”

Have you written the letter that says, “I’m done!  I will not live like this anymore!  For my sake, and for the good of this family, things have to change around this place,” and he responds with, “Geez, settle down.  Did you forget to eat breakfast again?”

 

Has screaming, yelling and demanding attention ever worked with a narcissist? Continue reading →


11
Dec 16

Why Is The Narcissist Being Nice?

mouse-trap“Why is the narcissist being nice?”

Every month, people land on this blog with that search question.

Think of the narcissist as if he went about setting a mouse trap.  You are the mouse.

Nice is giving the mouse a plump piece of cheddar cheese, all the while knowing that the goal is to catch/kill the mouse.  The mouse can’t help herself.  She loves the treat.  No matter how many times she sees sharp cheddar on that wooden plate, she forgets that the plate is a trap.  Once in awhile, she’s savvy enough to get the cheese off the plate, without getting caught.  We all know, though, that the mouse isn’t always that lucky.

The narcissist is setting a trap when he is being nice.  He hopes you will forget that he’s setting a trap.  The cheese might be diamonds or dinners or promises of good behavior.  He might set the trap with organic peanut butter, just to change things up a bit, but he’s still setting a trap. Continue reading →


24
Aug 16

The Good News

the good newsIf you have children with a narcissist, you’ve probably read up on how to co-parent with one.

I won’t go into what that looks like, other than to say that an adult with the maturity of a six year old doesn’t have any interest in parenting.

 

Jen recently turned 14.  Somewhere during the day she was heard saying, “Four more years.  Four more years until I don’t have to spend my birthdays with him.”

Will turns 18 in less than a month.  You can probably imagine who will NOT be invited to Will’s party this year. Continue reading →


30
Jul 16

On Being Dismissed

Mega Supreme-nessEvery month this blog gets visited by souls who search, “Why did he dismiss me?” or “Why have I been dismissed?”  or “She dismissed me, does she love me?”

In all these years of writing, reading and learning about narcissism, I’ve seen many differing opinions on why the narcissist chooses to dismiss.

  • The narcissist dismisses you when you stop being her source.
  • You’ve been dismissed because he has found a more enthusiastic source.
  • She dismissed you because you no longer buy into her grandiosity or her Mega Supreme-ness.  (Good for you!)
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10
Jul 16

Why The Narcissist Won’t Change

caddisHank placed his cell phone on the bar and sat on a stool.

“You must be done with your shift?”  Joe sat on the stool next to Hank.

“Yeah.  I’m meeting a friend at the river for a little evening fishing, but I’ve got a few minutes.  How are things?”

“Things are …”  Joe turned his stool to face Hank.  “I gotta ask you something.”

Hank was placing flies in a small tackle box.  “Go ahead.” Continue reading →


18
Apr 16

The INFJ and the Narcissist – Part 13

hyacinthPerhaps you are that strong person who has no problem saying no to the narcissist.  Maybe you enjoy challenge and confrontation.  When you needed elective credits, you enrolled in Jousting 101 and got an A.  You rock boats just to see how people react.  But, if you’re an INFJ, you avoid confrontation like you avoid the mall on Christmas Eve, or any other time of the year.

 

She couldn’t say no to the narcissist.

She tried.  She could be heard saying, “No?” in an indecisive, up-talking, frightened mouse-like voice, if a mouse were a 1st grader testing the waters after his teacher asked him to push in his chair.  And even though that mouse had squeaked out his little no, he still pushed in his chair.

She never said no in the beginning, of course.  Who says no in the beginning of a relationship?  Why risk losing something so sweet?  There is nothing to say no to when you are in the throes of passion and red flags aren’t on your radar. Continue reading →


7
Mar 16

A Narcissism Litmus Test

woman's leather gloves“Hey, Sandy!  How are things?  I haven’t seen you in awhile.  Have you met Anne?  She’s our new backup bartender.  You’re going to like her.”

“Hello, Anne.  Nice to meet you.”  Sandy laughed and pointed at Hank.  “I bet you get a real education working with this guy.”

Anne shook Sandy’s hand and said, “You know, I’ve tended other bars, and thought I’d heard it all, but Hank definitely has some new stories.”

Hank laughed, “Who, me?  What can I get ya, Sandy?”

“I’m going to pretend that it’s warm enough for a gin and tonic.” Continue reading →


29
Feb 16

If You Know a Child of a Narcissist

child of a narcissistThere’s a good chance you know a child of a narcissist.

This post is written for you if your friend or loved-one or relative is suffering – or has suffered – at the hands of a narcissist.

Your heart aches for her.  You want to make things better for him.  You want to ease their pain, even if just for a moment.

You can’t make it all go away.  You can’t love them enough to make up for what their parent couldn’t or wouldn’t do.  You can’t swoop in and be the caretaker they have always longed for.

You can acknowledge their hurts.  You can listen and believe them when they explain who their parent was/is. Continue reading →


18
Dec 15

The INFJ and the Narcissist – Part 12

jade bowlAt this point, she’s an overwhelmed stay-at-home mom, an ineffectual facilitator for the kids and their father, a disappointing wife, and basically, a single parent.

While some women have a lengthy list of chores to greet them at the beginning of each new day, she had two lists – one of her chores, and one of her failures.  It’s hard to enthusiastically fold towels or chop vegies for stir-fry, all the while knowing she’d be criticized for both.  Certainly, the kids were a bigger priority than perfectly folded towels, but he didn’t see things that way.

She could handle his indifference toward her.  She was used to it.  By now, she was aware that she’d never perform well enough to meet his standards.  But it broke her heart to think he held their precious kids up to the same standards.

She noticed his growing disdain for the oldest child, and the way he patronized the youngest.  Was it all in her head?  Most days he treated his kids as if they were mere inconveniences.

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15
Dec 15

Merry Christmas From Your Narcissistic Dad

merry christmas from your narcissistic dad“Dad, when do you want to get together for Christmas?  Does Christmas afternoon work for you?”

“Well, I’m leaving town Christmas morning.  I have that whole next week off.  I’m sure your brother just wants to do a quick visit where I bring presents and we only chat for an hour, but I’d like it to be a longer visit.  When are you coming to town.”

“We’ll be in town on Christmas Day and most of the week after.”

“That doesn’t work for me.”

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8
Dec 15

Safety Versus Money

Safety is fragileIn hind sight, the choice was a no-brainer.  Of course any sane person would choose safety over money.  But, dammit, one more hit from the narcissist and I was starting to lose my sanity.

We’d given him official notice that we were moving – six weeks in advance of the move date.  Prior to our little family meeting where we delivered the news, he had expressed his suspicions – to the kids – about a pending move.  He wasn’t surprised.

I was the one who was surprised.

The week before our move, in an uncharacteristic one-line email, he informed me that he was lessening his financial support of the kids.  I could almost hear him saying, “Take that for moving.  Take that for taking my source.  Take that for going on to live a happy life without me.”

I did not reply to his email.  I have not spoken to him or written to him since before we moved. Continue reading →


17
Jul 15

On Feeling Sorry for the Narcissist

geranium blossomsShe couldn’t help herself, she felt sorry for him.  She knew the details of his childhood.  She knew he’d been all but abandoned when he most needed caregivers.  Each and every time she looked at him, she could see that hurt little boy who longed to be acknowledged, loved and cared for.

What kind of monster would she be if she didn’t feel sorry for him?  She could be the one to show him love … finally.  She could be the one to show him his worth.  Someone had to do that for him.  Why not her?  Once he felt safe and secure in her love for him, all would be right.  Then he would be whole, and he could give her what she needed.

 

He was drawn to her kind heart, the way dirt is drawn to that rubber floor mat you walk over as you enter from the garage.  He probably wasn’t even aware of the magnetic attraction he felt for her.  He didn’t realize that she was motivated by feeling sorry for him.  Here was a woman who was willing to put herself aside for him.  She would do anything to prove how much she loved him and that gave him power.  Every time she felt sorry for him, he would glow in the focus of her attentions.

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28
Jun 15

The Wake Left by the Controller

the controllerControllers aren’t always* aware that their actions leave lasting scars on those they are controlling.  The controller is so focused on his desperate attempts at micromanaging his universe that he can’t see the destruction left in his wake.

 

The Controlled Wife

It’s a wonder she hasn’t been scooped up by Hollywood.  Her efforts at applying makeup are Oscar-worthy.  Because her husband appears to find joy in criticizing her appearance, her skillful makeup application has become an attempt at defending herself from further jabs.  But, trying to please a husband who cannot be pleased is an exercise in futility.

Perhaps more importantly, her artistic way with cosmetics gives her a measure of control over her own existence.  In this way, she has an area of her life that is free from his manipulations.  It’s behind the safety of the locked bathroom door that she is finally able to breathe.  She’s gotten fast with the application, so as to spare herself from his complaints about the amount of time she spends in the bathroom.  The downfall of her obsession with cosmetics is that further anxiety is created by her need to hide any purchases from the controller. Continue reading →


8
May 15

On Reversing the Damage Done by a Narcissist

tools for creatingUnderneath her best face is the face that tried to smile through the belittling comments, the dismissals and the personal attacks.

Years later, long after she’d stopped sharing the narcissist’s bed, she could still see signs of that other face.  Now, when she puts her makeup on, she tries to ignore the lines she earned back then.  She brushes her hair and tells herself that now she could wear her hair any way she likes.

She selects an outfit, and remembers how she used to worry that he wouldn’t approve of what she wore.

Now she goes about her day and laughs at the thought of ever having had to ask for permission to come and go as she pleased.  She takes one last look in the mirror before heading out the door, and marvels at how far she’s come.

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