Being raised a male in a single parent home, I think I may have internalized the shame of being male, that I was a sexual creature. Perhaps, this was in part due to being told that it was somehow bad by my mother, and adults around me, who portrayed my male sexuality as being somehow predatory in nature?
Perhaps, being soft and lovey as I'm afraid to be also made me afraid to show it? Perhaps, maybe there is some buried shame?
But at the end of the day, does it matter? Does it at all take away the validity of the fact that I wasn't accepted as I was? That unless I'm accepted as I am now, why should I change for anyone? Maybe, narcissism for me isn't so much so a defense mechanism, but a figment of others' imaginations, that they label me and use as an excuse to not let me be me.
I felt the shame, and still feel like others have shamed me, but I don't feel ashamed of the way I am anymore. It's just that I now know to reject others for rejecting me, unless they're worth my time by me being worth theirs. Reciprocality.
Then again, perhaps I'm not as narcissistic as the current psych I no longer have thought.