From A Narcissist’s Perspective

From A Narcissist’s Perspective

I am a recovering narcissist. Throughout my life I was fully aware that I had major personality flaws but contributed it to my childhood pain. In retrospect I was correct, but was not aware that this resulted in me becoming a narcissist, I thought I was the victim! Until the day I met a narcissist, everything became clear.

I read hundreds of articles and did some in-depth studies and in each victim statement I recognized myself. I went as far as to contact people from my past to hear how they perceived me, each time I heard the same thing, I was a human leech. I drained them emotionally, physically and mentally. I thought they went on with their lives as if nothing happened. Little did I knew that in order for them to survive and recover they had to get as far away from me as they possibly could.

I’m objective now and do realise that they made their own mistakes in the relationship but I have to take full responsibility of being the wrecking ball of all these relationships.

When I met someone I admired I became them, and went as far as trying to be a better version of them than they could possibly be. If they were humble and kind, I was more humble and kinder. I dripped with honey, false smiles and hollow laughter. As soon as I could, even the first day of possible, I unleashed my terrible victim stories onto them. I made sure they knew exactly how much the poor me was hurting. I put these people on a pedestal and made them gods because through them I became what I really wanted to be. I thought I discovered the ONE that can fix and heal me. Needless to say, the illusion was short lived. The moment I discovered they are not perfect, not as sweet and caring as I thought, I could no longer project the ‘perfect’ person because they weren’t perfect. This resulted in absolute self-destruction on my part and the total humiliation of my objective. I hurled insults, I threw childlike tantrums, I cried and begged. I’ve endangered the lives of some of these people. All of this as an attempt to avenge the illusion of a perfect person, the one I wanted to be. How dare they disappoint me like this. I saw myself as their victim. I lived in self-pity my whole life. When they rejected me I couldn’t cope, I fell to pieces for months on end. I developed obsessions over them. I stalked them, I made sure in one way or another that they will remember me and the pain they put me through, until I met the next person I could built my illusion around and everything became better instantly.

I couldn’t cope in a family environment, I alienated my kids. I destroyed them with my hatred and emptiness. I saw them as an extension of myself, without any emotions of their own. I was a hateful, empty, self-absorbed and very selfish. I didn’t see myself as being worth anything, therefore I couldn’t see other people as humans.

It took six long years to work through myself, discover who the real me is. I went into that mist filled room where the little child I really was, was locked up. At first I just sat there, devastated by the hurt and anger I caused her. The inner me stopped to grow the moment I locked her in that room. When I opened that door she sat there, naked and terrified of the illusion of me. I started to slowly speak to her, I listened to every word she had to say, and I took responsibility for what I did. I had to prove myself over and over, that I can be trusted with her feelings.

She no longer throws tantrums, she comes out and plays as if she never went into that room. She started to cope when I had healthy arguments with someone, she coped with rejection beyond expectation. I started slowly but surely to integrate her within my being. I morphed into a full human being. I see myself as an integrated person with plenty to learn and experience.

I didn’t realise that I wasn’t a victim of others but a victim of myself. It was only when I came face to face with a being that exists in the shadows of herself that I knew this was what I was.

Please if you have a narcissist in your life that has numerous affairs, know that you have no cause therein. You flatter yourself if you think a narcissist even considers you in anything he does, positive or negative.

Remember, a narcissist is a human leech, what do leaches do? They suck their victims dry. He must have a variety of hosts in order not to suck someone too dry too fast. For him to start a new relationship he must pretend, that in itself is exhausting for a narcissist because he wants to start feeding. He feeds a bit from A then B then C and so on and so on, this ensures that A will be replenished the next time he comes around for a feed. All the blame he dumps on you as to why you are the cause of him having all these affairs is a means of justification for what he is doing. He can’t face up to the responsibility of his own actions. He even has to leech responsibility from another person. He doesn’t love those women, or have deeper connection to them than with you, not at all. This shows you how empty he truly is: the amount of hosts he needs to get satisfaction. The more feeding he requires the emptier his soul is.

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