The Narcissistic Truths – No. 182

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17 thoughts on “The Narcissistic Truths – No. 182

  1. Noname says:

    What that guy holds in his arms?

  2. Nina says:

    You are the creator of destruction, dismay, devaluation, desertion, devastation… shall I go on?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      By all means, I always appreciate alliteration.

  3. narc affair says:

    Creator of the grand illusion and your own universe. God of all gods to be hailed by anyone and everyone.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Have you seen the brass plate outside of my front door NA?

      1. narc affair says:

        I did and i think i seen mention of dish washers 😄

  4. K says:

    The Narcissist’s Twin Lines of Defense: “A Francis Underwood Move,
    Actor comes out under fire after alleged sexual misconduct.”

    Kevin Spacey, whom I have suspected of being a narc, “apologizes” on Twitter claiming he has no memory of the alleged molestation of actor Anthony Rapp (1st line of defence is denial), Spacey then proceeds to the second line of defence: distraction and deflection, by “coming out of the closet as a gay man”. The newspaper states- a masterful work of deflection and spin worthy of that “House of Cards character- I’ll eat my hat.” The media switches the spot light from “Kevin Spacey accused of trying to have sex with a kid” to “Kevin Spacey comes out of the closet at last”.

    The second line of defence moves the conversation from Rapp to Spacey. The newspaper states: It swings the water-cooler conversation back to Spacey rather than Rapp. By coming out of the closet, the star manages to shove the cultural conversation further back in.

    This is an excellent example of the Narcissist’s Twin Lines of defence.

    Spacey’s sense of entitlement, lack of boundaries, ersatz apology and his use of this unique defence system reminds me of WS2 words to jenna on Narc Truths No. 181:

    “I always use the “duck test.” If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck…..”

    Kevin Spacey is, indeed, a duck (narc).

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Ten points to you K, well spotted. See the latest blog article.

      1. K says:

        Excellent, HG! I just saw the article and thank you for the 10 points!!! Just so you are aware, I am angling for a Tudor Platinum Star.

    2. Twilight says:

      K

      From naughty step to
      Tudor platinum star

      We all have got goals….mine is to stay under radar now If I can find a clock of invisiblity

      1. K says:

        Twilight, I think I have a wee bit of a superiority complex and sense of entitlement and I like it. I will leave the “Naughty Steps” for Diva, of course. Good luck being invisible, narcs find me no matter how hard I try to hide.

  5. I’ve done some research on my repressed memories and I was subject to repeat satanic rituals. It would seem this was a trend in the 80s and 90s. I remember ‘terror’ rituals and ones where I was stripped of all defence mechanisms, humiliated and experienced a total dependence on my captor (mother).
    They were described to me as a way of commanding power to protect myself from attachment that would make me susceptible to attackers.
    It seems the “satanic panic” was a common fear among narcissists… It was almost like as I watched my parents, they believed that was a part of them instead of being able to distinguish, hence the need to overcome the fear with Satan.
    HG, do you believe you may have been in satanic ritual, or is yours from simple repeated criticism?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      There was no satanic ritual. It was considerably more than simple repeated criticism.

      1. It didn’t happen when I was older. A lot of the abuse was criticism, but my sociopathic mother had a fascination for the morbid, and an astoudning knowledge of childhood attachment. I suppose she had 7 siblings to learn from. But at every stage of my life, she knew everything within my brain and how I would respond, and she’d sit with me and conduct sessions. She knew what a child’s brain would do at what age.

        I remember (and perhaps you and other narcissists may correct me) but existing in a narcissistic state. It felt like floating, that nothing around me had any meaning. When my mother or anyone was near me, I felt disdain, but that they had too much power over me. I suppose my mother created this state in me when I was too young to really have had a character.

        I hated the world and believed I was better, but I didn’t judge anyone’s feelings and found it strange they would feel shame. When a person was next to me, I’d feel this overwhelming alienness that was terrifying. I felt they could inhibit my brain and it would respond to their character, which gave them too much power. I didn’t really know what a ‘person’ was as this concept didn’t seem necessary. I didn’t feel pain at all. I must have been about 10 years old.

        Now the fragmented memories arrive, I see that my childhood must have been organised into a series of hypnosis sessions and why I did not have an integrated character.

        I built it through not sharing information with my mother, through reading stories about other characters, through noticing what character trait was there the second day in a row.

        I am not sure if I came to be a narcissist for a little while or if this was a mind trick, but I do remember for years feeling as if had no character and resorted to narcissistic thoughts to build momentum.

  6. Lou says:

    Well, my mother certainly believes she is my creator. Therefore, she is totally entitled to do whatever she wants with me.

    I know that she often wonders how come she created such a silly, emotional and crazy daughter- So not like her. And I know she blames my father’s genes; so inferior to hers. That is one of the mistakes she acknowledges readily; having married such a loser.

  7. Antifragile says:

    Beautiful worlds creator, I’d say…
    Even tho many of them are not long lasting.

    Underestimated genre of interactive creations – is what some narcissists are capable of.

  8. 12345 says:

    Creator of unimaginable pain.

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