by soulsearch » Wed Nov 15, 2006 1:50 am
It is actually a sublime form of masochism, if you ask me.
again, i actually think, in short, in non-psychiatric terms that the above quote from digital is probably the best and easiest to understand description ever to understanding what it is an hpd is searching for when they dream of their ideal.
at freedictionary.com sublime is defined as...of high spiritual, moral, or intellectual worth, not to be excelled, supreme, inspiring awe, raised aloft, set high impressive, of lofty appearance or bearing, haughty...and of course, i am sure, everyone knows what masochism means. an hpd would probably never admit this is what their ideal is but it is. many hpd's will not meet their ideal. they will cheat for a life time, decompenstate in later years or marry a quiet, subdued man who worships her, obeys her and allows her to walk all over him...all the while she will dream of one day meeting her ideal. the one who will take her love to a higher level...like the one in a romance novel or a movie, or what have you. the guy that will put her in her place.
What is the ideal partner for an hpd? Is it someone who does not reciprocate love, someone who is disinterested in sex, or is it someone who has the capability to give the hpd attention and admiration 24/7?
from my experience watching the hpd i have known as a friend for over ten years now...we were/are platonic. no interest either way besides friends on either side and also from what i have read in this forum and what i have read in bollas's book and from the hpd woman i had feelings for i believe the ideal is a number of things:
1) he is someone highly sought after or at least she believes him to be highly sought after.
2) he is powerful - could be in his job, prestige, fame, etc.
3) he appears strong in his demeanour. not necessarily in his physical body...but in his mannerisms.
4) he is emotionally cold and detached (naturally) either because he had a bad childhood and is unable to express himself or because he is just naturally that way.
5) the hpd friend i have known for ten years explained it this way (she is someone who met her ideal)...'in the beginning he told me everything i wanted to hear. more than i've ever had from someone else. but, then he slowly took it all away and i just keep trying to get it back.' the ideal is a man who treats her the way a pimp would. a pimp gives a woman everything she ever wanted (compliments, praise) then pulls the rug out from under her and plays her and keeps playing her for the remainder of the relationship.
6) be aware...you can not let this game slip away. the minute you do, or shortly thereafter, you will be history (or you will not be her ideal and she will dump you, start treating you like sh*t or cheat on you in the search for her true ideal).
7) and of course, from what i have learned on this forum. an hpd's true love is a diagnosed aspd or npd. these people do not have to keep on top of the game. they are naturally pre-disposed to this behaviour. it is true an aspd or npd can make an hpd do anything at will. they will literally worship him like noinsight said as a 'God'. they would give themselves over (more than any other woman) to an aspd.
as for the sex part...sexual dysfunction and repression is a big part of hpd. bollas's entire book seems to focus on this idea. depending on circumstances an hpd can be frigid or promiscuous or swing back and forth between the two. as bollas says, hpd sex is like 'masturbation deux.' masturbating but using another's body to masturbate. the hot and cold, teasing and then with-holding, and switching back and forth between sexiness and saint-like-ness is a huge part of hpd. there is an entire chapter called hot and cold that explains this. so i don't know if the hpd likes sex all that much unless she is with her ideal. sex with non-ideals can perhaps start out passionately but fizzle just as quickly. but, from what i have seen with my hpd friend who met her npd ideal she was into crazy sex with him. but, just because he was her ideal. once he slipped up a bit...she didn't want to have sex with him again. so, you see even with their ideal their passion is flighty...
but, as bollas says it is all an illusion. an hpd in love...you will very, very, very rarely even hear an hpd say that but when they do say it they are only under the illusion of being in love. once the ideal slips up and becomes human he is de-throned and treated like a door mat. it's absurd really. we have to remember it is a disorder. when therapists are warned about not falling for an hpd you know their power to mirror and weave their way into one's psyche is great. i am afraid many fall for the disorder and not the person. just like the hpd falls for the ideal game and not the person.
according to bollas..."the most 'prominent' paradox of the hpd is the exchange of carnal sexuality for spiritual sexuality. the hpd's sexuality is not simply based on sacrifrice of the body, it can only be achieved if the body is eradicated from consideration. an hpd in love is under an auto-suggestive spell. they are not really in love. sacrificial pain is hpd bliss...it becomes the passion. out of unrequited love the self discovers the power of higher forms. unrequited love is the path chosen by the hpd who would argue with Wyatt that it is a hot and cold passion and that this kind of love constitutes a hatred of the body self, where in affliction one finds a bliss that seems to be the way one can touch another. the hpd's masochism is the transformation of body excitation to an erotic undoing to the waves of despair created by the self's abstention form sexual life with the other."
from what i have witnessed hpd's strongly associate pain with love. without pain they do not believe love is really love. in Wyatt's poem:
'description of the contarious passions in a lover' quoted in bollas's book it says...
'i love another, and thus i hate myself,
i feed me in sorrow, and laugh in all my pain,
likewise displeaseth me both death and life,
and my delight is causer of my strife...'
i believe this means...
in love she hates herself. her food is sorrow and pain is her laughter. everything secretly displeases her...death, life and everything in between and the causer of her strife (her ideal) is her only delight...