A thread was started some time back that seemed to deal with "getting better" in ones narcissism/NPD. I think it was started by mark1958, but having looked and looked, I can't seem to find it. Maybe it was another thread that just included this question. Maybe I'm having a false memory. But I remember intending to try to answer it, which I'm doing now.
One of my main anxieties is from my gerascophobia. Somatic narcissism is an integral part of that mental and emotional dynamic. (Although I can't deny vanity is a part of somatic narcissism, I think it's a lot more complex and nuanced than vanity.)
I fear this transition.
Bernie Sanders
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sElz_P6QsZo&t=240s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DCrIYhBALvU
And this one...
David Cassidy
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wAXFkUaQoAs
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X6LkRSlZEC4
When I'm not in a state of delusional denial, I despair that I've probably already entered this one.
Sananda Francesco Maitreya/Clarence Trent-D'arby
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7npOgkj8NOM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NvQQNId3iM8&t=315s
Why do I fear this? Why shouldn't I? Many people my age, and much younger, do. Thousands of people get face lifts, hair transplants, take anti-aging supplements, use creams, work out and exercise. I'm not the only one with looks insecurities. But somehow, I feel my anxiety about aging is much worse than most people my age who have it. Much more obsessive. Much more intense. Much more tenacious. Much more painful. (Is this perception itself just more narcissism? I don't know.)
Sometimes, through any number of triggers, I will wander into an intense state of anxiety about this that involves painful nostalgia, piercing sadness, despair, panic, a crushing sense of loss and futility, just to name some of the motions. This is when it's at its worst.
All these young men, on a beautiful morning, are old men now. That realization has put me great pain, many times.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBmBAUvEEHs
No. I cannot explain or justify why. It just is.
What am I doing about it?
I'm trying to visualize myself as I am, and as I will be, and accept that physical self-image, to live with it day to day. This is much easier said than done, but I am trying to chip away at it as often as I can.
I read books and stories, watch movies and television episodes, and listen to music that deal with gerascophobia and the longing for eternal youth. Sometimes this may intensify it, but in the long run, I think it helps me. It separates "me" from the "theme", and knowing countless others have struggled with this issue, makes me feel a little better, takes the edge off my angst about it.
I explore philosophy that I suspect might help me, mainly existentialism in the broader sense (not so much Sartre and Camus, who say little to me about what I'm feeling.) In this exploration I've encountered such potential useful concepts and theories as:
qualia
existential depression
melancholy
sensucht
existential anxiety
Another major anxiety stems from my schizoidism.
I have siblings and family and "friends" (people who count me as a friend, for whatever reason, I often don't quite understand.)
Sooner or later, they will get sick and die. Displaying "normal" empathy toward them is excruciatingly awkward. I don't feel the right emotions at the right time. I usually have little emotion and flat effect, and when I try to show empathy, and worse, "affection", I have a big fear it will come off as horribly fake. I DO have emotions, intense and colorful, but they're mostly private, and I even sporadic feelings of empathy, but they come to me out of the blue, never at the right time or situation. They usually only come to me when I'm alone, coming as "pangs", that pass quickly. This general lack of emotion, empathy and affection, this coldness, often makes me feel guilty, and paradoxically privately empathetic. Trying to express or feel these emotions at the appropriate time, makes me feel very inauthentic, and to me, inauthenticity is a very awkward and unpleasant feeling.
Anxiety about this is always with me, even if just beneath the surface of my consciousness.
I'm not sure how I plan to cope with this one. Just try to be "nice"? For now, that's all I can think of.