I’m an empath, and I think narcissists are special. It may sound kind of silly, but the narcissist — the person who is so focused on how great he or she is — is deeply hurt. Something got to them in childhood. He exposed them. You’ve hurt them. Now they are looking for validation.
But here I am. I’m sympathetic. I am a therapist. I take in what others feel, and I feel it as if it were my feeling. My pain, my pain, my hurt. Narcissists rarely know the limits of empathy. It makes it easier for us to relate to it. We eat their pain like breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
What I always forget when I love a narcissist is that they are takers. They don’t offer much. They are looking to you to fix them. It was never fixed though. This leaves the empath now broken and losing touch with their empathy. This is how narcissists are born. It’s hard to escape from it.
Ultimately, the narcissist will be manipulative. They desperately want to be in control. All an empath wants is to love and be loved.
I want to heal people. I want to care about people. But narcissists become stronger from love like mine. Their damage is never healed, but they feel better about themselves.
But the narcissist never establishes a true connection with their true selves. They will walk away from almost every relationship once they realize that they cannot control their partner anymore. It’s no longer a fun game.
