I don’t like to cry because my Wasbund often said women only cry to manipulate men’s emotions, so I was conditioned to think I must be doing that when I cry due to being overwhelmed with emotion. He started telling me that the first time I cried over something he said I found hurtful. Red flag! 🚩
I was so traumatized by his disparaging comments about the first time I cried in front of him, the second time he made me cry, I ran from his room and hid in the back of my closet. He came looking for me with duct tape on his mouth, I didn’t want to come out. I felt like a 5 year old. I was 25 at the time.
He always seemed uncomfortable about me crying and it made me extremely self-conscious about it to the point I’d try to hide it when it happened.
This is a big thing for me to admit, because I have 29 years of history with him to unpack, and I am, unfortunately, still in the beginning stages of unpacking it all because I only realized his probable NPD a little over a year ago, March 27th.
I was very resistant to that notion because everyone is a narcissist these days, to hear most disgruntled exes. Anyone with a selfish, asshole ex is convinced they have a narcissist on their hands, so the idea pissed me off whenever it got brought up.
It got brought up a lot, though, by therapists and the few friendly folks left in my life. I didn’t think it was possible – 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙮 – like most people do. He does not, he had me completely fooled. His emotions were always blunted and reserved. He’s always been an antisocial curmudgeon who hates people and is a complete dick. I just thought I was special. Turns out I wasn’t.
Once I made the connection, I can’t unsee it anymore. It’s like he has a handbook he’s following, it’s so fucking bizarre to deconstruct each interaction with him. It’d be fascinating, too, if it weren’t so frustrating. I can almost predict how the interactions will go.
But more than that, I’m having a hard time admitting that I allowed myself to be treated the way I had been, because during most of the time, it didn’t “feel” like abuse to me. Abuse to me is physically brutal. Not the psychological bullshit my Wasbund was engaged in. I also don’t put up with overt abuse and manipulation, the obvious stuff. I’m a sucker for the subtle, underhanded abuse apparently – because of the conditioning from my childhood where I was conditioned to tolerate the intolerable.
I prefer the familiar. I am a creature of comfort, as most of us are. He’s a lot like my father, as demonstrated over these past 4 years, just not in an overt way. He’s more nuanced and subtle. Passive aggressive where my father is just aggressive. He felt comfortable and familiar. And he lead me to believe he was a safe person for me. Nothing is farther than the truth.
My discovery of his likely NPD only made me start wondering who else in my life could be afflicted with it, but NPD is about as rare as bipolar disorder in the world population – only about 4% of people have it is what I read somewhere a while back, equally distributed between the sexes. That’s reality. But Narcissism is still a buzzword that garners a lot of attention, and they’re talking about taking it out of the DSM 5, if I recall correctly.
No, the world is not full of pwNPD*. Everyone has Narcissistic traits from time to time, and there’s nothing wrong with self confidence in the right circumstances. I strongly suspect my Wasbund has it as do some professionals “off-record”. They’re not allowed to diagnose non-patients, it’s not “professional” but I’ve been told the behaviors I’ve encountered from him are very “textbook” NPD.
I seem to attract a certain element into my life and that’s something I need to keep in mind as I move forward with my life. 12 years of horrific, brutal child abuse that trauma bonded me to my family, 26 years living with my Wasbund and I’m likely trauma bonded to him as well, yay, go me. So a total of 16 good years out of 54 total so far? Meh.
I’m not keeping quiet anymore.
*People With Narcissistic Personality Disorder.
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