I’ll claim one of those. I am a narcissist. Aren’t we all?
I’ll agree that I look at this and every situation with the motive, “What’s in it for me.” After all, I’m the only one who is going to protect me, my interests, and my most basic survival. Being narcissistic has me fighting for respect, speaking up against injustices, and protecting what’s mine (my family, my home, my life). Does wanting to be acknowledged and treated like a human being mean I’m a narcissist? I believe that’s all Look At Me talk.
I do want to be the center of someone’s universe. I want the man who picked me for his wife to think I’m one in a million. I want him to see me as someone special, strong, capable, talented, and creative. In his eyes, I want to be seen as pretty, loving, loyal, supportive and fiercely protective. And I vow to see him as my protector, provider, equal, and my bug killer (and so much more).
So am I really a narcissist? Not according to my therapist. She roared with laughter when I asked her that question. After wiping a tear from her eye she looked at me and said with a straight face, “Narcissists don’t do personal therapy. What you are is frustrated.”
She just about peed her pants when I asked about my Borderline Personality Disorder.