….but perhaps, begin to really understand.
Four years ago, when the scales fell from my eyes and I learned that the incredible toxicity I was living in had a name (covert narcissism), I started to write about my experiences. That book, still very much in progress, is tentatively titled “Stop Understanding.”
Why? Bottom line, because I realized that my propensity for understanding was one of the main reasons I stayed with him. All the nasty toxic crap he pulled? I kept, well, understanding. And what did that understanding look like? Let me count the ways:
ONE: He was trying and failing to make it in a new career, one where I was already successful, which made him jealous. It’s hard to be gracious when you’re feeling low. I’ve been there. I understood.
TWO: He didn’t have much financial stability and money was a huge concern, which tended to make him edgy and defensive. It’s tough to worry about paying the mortgage. I know what it’s like not to have money. I understood.
THREE: He had been mistreated as a child and still carried a great deal of unresolved anger around with him, which made him lash out with cruelty. It sucks to be abused. I know that childhood abuse can have a lifelong impact. I understood.
FOUR: He had ideas he wanted to bring to the world and had a difficult time getting much traction. It’s hard to have things to say when no one seems to be listening. I’ve been through this myself. I understood.
FIVE: He was moody and unsociable and didn’t have any friends to speak of. It’s hard to have a sunny disposition when everything around you seems to be going wrong. I’ve been depressed myself. I understood.
To me, being understanding felt loving, kind, and spiritually aware. Whatever he did, whatever he said, I tried to have compassion. I tried to understand. But what I didn’t understand, my friends, was what was really going on:
ONE: He was starting a new career at age 68 because he’d screwed everything up in his life previously. He had no ability to stick to things, and his entitlement put people off and got him fired from other jobs. He was jealous of my success without being able to see or appreciate that it was the result of 20 years very hard work and advanced education.
TWO: He had money troubles because he was a shopping addict, and because of #1 above, had been unemployed and bankrupt for a significant portion of his life. He was edgy and defensive because it’s likely that on some level he knew all his troubles were self-inflicted.
THREE: While it may be true that he was abused as a child, many children are abused without becoming abusers themselves. He had had years of therapy and coaching and many opportunities to heal and move on, but ended up abusing and manipulating people instead. See Why Narcissists Can’t Change for more on this.
FOUR: He had little to say that was actually interesting or original. He lacked the discipline or intellect to develop his ideas and be someone worth listening to. It was all part of his bluff that he was the world’s greatest undiscovered genius. See the Shallowness of the Narcissist for more on this.
FIVE: He had no friends and an unfulfilling life because sooner or later, he alienated everyone, including me. He wasn’t a victim, as he claimed, he was a victimizer, and the world was simply showing him the results.
And thus, as the fog lifted and I began to see things for what they were, I gave myself some important advice: where narcissists are concerned, you actually need to stop understanding–and start to understand. And while your story may not be quite the same as mine, it can be helpful to ask yourself, am I being “understanding” while not fully seeing what is really going on? Do I need to stop understanding?
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ann Betz is the co-founder of BEabove Leadership and an expert on the intersection of neuroscience, coaching, trauma and human transformation. She speaks, trains and coaches internationally, and writes about neuroscience and coaching as well as relational trauma. Ann is also a published poet who loves cats, rain in the desert, and healthy relationships. She much more discerning about what she understands these days.