Thanks for this, Write. It's easy to be confused by.
Ns are always hurt by something. Ns behave that way because everything hurts them, they have an inability to connect to others and the fear of isolation and abandonment and unacceptability leads them to manipulate to keep people attached
I think this has been a tremendous hook for me. I have felt so sorry for all the Ns I've been involved with. I can sense the vortex inside and I have seen their flashes of anguish and confusion. I was taught to love...and so...it has been hard to let go. They are human. They do feel pain. They just have no ability to connect the dots. To realize that if they could experience the moments of selflessness that keep us believing that connecting to other humans has a purpose beyond gratification, their pain would lessen.
It really is terribly sad. I think the realization that one has to leave them in their sadness is one of the hardest parts about being an empathic person around Ns.
It's exactly like seeing a mistreated dog of a breed that can manifest unpredictable aggression. They are too dangerous to bring home or to live with. Yet I love all dogs. And sometimes they wag their tails and look so mournful and lonely.
I think it must be infinitely lonely to be a full-tilt narcissist.
But I will never accept it as my duty to heal an N, in the depths of their loneliness. I will make gestures of kindness and compassion, but because I choose to expect it of myself in the degree in which I can handle it without destroying myself. It will not be according to their wishes, schedule, demands, expectations, or dictates.
That is the only way I have learned to live with my mother, who will be 96 in a few days. I have a friendly courteous detachment as I do various duties for her. Sometimes we share little jokes. We are peaceable. But only great age and the burdens of her aging body forcing her dependency have made that possible. I no longer forget that if she were still in her powerful prime, she would be exacting a price that is too high for me.
As it is, I'm worn out, with a permanent spinal injury (well, that's making it sound worse than it is...but it's chronic pain and fragility from slipped disks) that leaves me permanently limited from things I used to love doing. And the years of stress aged me.
I am now my first priority, except for my child, and it feels right. Morally right, even. That's a liberation I never thought I'd find. Much less in the same house with her.
Hops