I have come to realize that I'm not exactly normal. I'm a 30-year-old woman who is often very childlike, acts impulsively, loves to tell jokes and be with people. I find it very hard if not impossible to hide my feelings even in situations where it would be really bad to show them (like at work). It is hard for me to be alone and I crave for love not only from my partner (when I have one) but from my friends and family, too. I suppose everybody does that but for me the need to be with people and to be loved is much stronger than for anybody I know. Still, I am able and willing to love friends and family very strongly, stand by them when they need me, give love and support.
My mother has been an alcoholic as long as I can remember and ever since I was 4 I have taken care of my younger siblings. My mum deserted us and we were left with our distant father and a stepmother with NPD.
I have always been over-emotional and oversensitive. I cry easily, I laugh easily. Humor is one of the ways for me to cope in this life. I love people easily as friends but have difficulties with loving a partner in a different way. I ended up marrying a man who was completely unsuitable for me and have come to realize this was due to me craving for love and acceptance and fearing to be alone or in a real, dangerous relationship. I needed security and really confused that for love.
I suppose these characteristics would qualify me for a HPD sufferer.
BUT: I am not jealous - I actually enjoy having interesting, engaging people with me. I am very often the centre of attention but am very happy if someone else takes the centre stage - I sometimes wish I had more open and sociable friends so that I could listen more and talk less. I am also happy when my friends get attention from men. I love to laugh at other people's jokes, too. I am totally incapable of lying in social situations, I adore the theatre and drama but am the world's worst actress. My drama is drama in a sense yet feels real, not shallow. I don't think I act - I sometimes feel I am more real and honest than many as I am very open and show my very real emotions easily. I don't lie nor have I ever cheated on any of my partners, the opposite: I've had an unhealthily strict perspective on relationships, I used to think even mild flirting was a sin. I have always thought my ability to feel strongly comes from feeling immense pain when I was little. As my emotions were not numbed I became overemotional.
In the past two years I have noticed a change. I fell in love with a man with NPD, this is the first time I felt something else than friendship-love in my life. Since then I have become much more open, impulsive and sexual. I seem to have discovered a new side of myself. I think about sex often and have noticed this side of me (which I have unnaturally strongly suppressed all my life) is surfacing. I have always been pretty, I was probably even prettier when I was younger, but now suddenly I am receiving much more attention from men. It is as if they somehow thought I was sending some kind of messages I am not aware of sending. I have started paying more attention on my looks although I don't spend much money on maintainíng them. Still, my behavior might be interpreted to be sexual, I don't know. (I never ever dance on tables, rub myself against others, suggest sexual things to people etc - the stuff I have read about here.) I have never been a jealous attention-seeker, just popular. Now it is almost ridiculous how popular I have become, I don't know why. Maybe it is because I am warm and talkative and I really care about other people. I have many long, warm relationships with my friends and relatives. Now I notice I have an enormous power over men. I have always disliked people who are not genuine and who play games yet a part of me enjoys this power.
As far as relationships go I realize I have broken some hearts. I try to love but have to end the relationships when I realize I am not loving really, just desperately trying to love. I don't want to hurt anybody and it has been very painful to end these relationships (I am a serial monogamist) and see the other person's pain. I am now thinking of joining a nunnery or something as I seem to bring pain to the men I try to love.
It has been a shock to realize that I really am not normal. I ´behave so differently from the average and my emotions seem to work quite differently from many others' emotions. On one hand I do like myself as I am but on the other it is a lonely feeling that I am somehow abnormal.
Do you think I am somehow getting ill with HPD?
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