Let me begin by saying that I've had devastating experiences with two HPD persons in my life, none of whom I was romantically/sexually involved with. About ten years ago (when I was 18 ) I met the love of my life, or so I thought. I'm not going into any details of that, but suffice it to say that everyone around her
was getting more and more exasperated, trying (and ultimatrely failing) to understand her. In the end it was a question of everyone being crazy or her having issues. So, I picked up the DSM, read it from cover to cover, and had a revelation when I came to HPD. She met all the criteria. Of couse I knew that I couldn't diagnose anyone, and I didn't tell anyone about it, but it gave me some peace of mind to know that we were not all crazy. The HPD "diagnosis" somehow explained things.
As luck would have it, I was going away to university and soon managed to leave everything behind me. She was, at the time, together with my best friend, but kept sending me letters that I should have patience and wait for her. But as I said, at the time I knew that she had psychological problems, and managed to ignore her. A few years later I heard from my friend (and her former boyfriend) that she had indeed been diagnosed with HPD and was now in cognitive therapy.
Fast forward ten years... After me and my girlfriend broke up (after a happy 5 year relationship) I decided that I wanted to start things anew and applied for a PhD in another country.I got accepted and moved there last August. After a few months I decided it was time to come out of mu post-relationship bubble and starting to see
other people. And then, all of a sudden I meet a fantastic, quirky, charming and intelligent girl in one of my seminars. We went for coffee a few times, and I suppose I was on the verge of falling for her big time, but the warning flags were their from the get-go. I saw her project different (and very conflicting images) to different
people. When confronted she'd often regress to a little girl or seduce someone out of the blue. I soon realized that she was a spitting image of my first HPD "friend", but I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps we could become friends.
It turned out that she had a fan club; I couldn't understand why the other guys bothered, seeing that she clearly wasn't interested in them in any way (be it romance or friendship). In fact, they intimidated her, or so she told me. It didn't take me long to realize that she'd been saying the same thing to everyone else, fooling every guy into believing that it's him, not the others, whom she's interested in. With her female friends, on the other hand,
she puts on the whole "oh, pity me" melodrama, accusing the guys of treating her badly and being predatory. Sacrificing their reputation in the process.
Some of her friends have tried to act as chaperones only to realize that, in the end, she much prefers the attention the fan club is giving her to the sympathy they're able to give her. It's strictly utilitarian. The guys on the other hand are told to stay away from here by the "chaperones", who want to protect the poor damsel in distress, who someone can't seem to fend for herself. And due to all the mixed signals everyone starts to doubt themselves.
Maybe it's their fault after all, maybe they're drinking too much and pushing her.
Once you realized how she operated, everything made sense. Everyone who was not with her at the time (friends, fan club-members) were always slightlye less... Yup, she never spoke out, always hinting at their shortcomings with ellipses and god knows what:
"I think N.N is the least...
The last what?
Oh, you know what I mean."
And of course she got away with it. The net result being that everyone around her somehow felt more elect. But it was all very subtle and accumulative. She's the passive-aggressive type of HPD, but sometimes she would act out. I remember one night when she left with a few friends from a café only to storm in a few minutes later, claiming that they'd abandoned her (or something as nonsenical) and that she was now forced to walk home all by herself. The only thing missing, really, was a melodramatic hand on forehead-gesture. Anyway, a friend of mine swallowed the bait and offered to walk her home. The look on her face... She was like
a junkie looking forward to a fix, or perhaps a six year old with a lollipop, relishing the sugar rush.
As far as I know she has caused three break-ups (guys who are now fan-club members, fawning at her feet). She has also managed to monopolize most her friends (of both genders). During my brief spell in the fan-club I actually remember thinking: "Gee, I'm neglecting my old friends, but this...this friendship is something completely different, deeper somehow". I can't remember who came up with the analogy, but the person who compared being with an HPD to being a member of a cult certainly hit the nail on the head.
This somehow leads me to my current problem. Roohead hit very close to home when he(?) wrote:
After a recent experience with a woman I suspect is HPD, I became a victim of a smear campaign. She went amongst mutual friends and aquaintances damaging my reputation and portraying herself as poor innocent victim almost wreaking my marriage in the process. The thing is, she was very convincing with her lies and the story she spun even decieving her own husband about her behaviour. Even if I wanted to ( which i don`t), it would be hard
defend myself against her accusations amongst all but a small circle that really know the full situation.. From what i can gather, it would seem that she even started laying the groundwork for her story long in advance whilst I was still her supplier making what she`s recently been saying seem even more credible to anyone that does`nt know any better.
I have the exact same impression. Even when I was in her fan-club, and tried to be friends with her, I still got the eerie impression that she was accusing me of weird things behind my back. But when I left the fan-club, having had enough of her coquettish lies and outrageous behaviour (in the end it was a question of whether everyone was crazy or whether she was the one with...issues) she went all out. I was withholding the supply I had so faithdully been given her, and in her book that probably made me "evil". I couldn't cut all contact since we're in a close-knit social circle, but I tried to distance myself, while at the same time remaining cordial. A week or two after I mafe my decision, however, I realized how friends started turning way. Luckily I don't think I have any predisposition for paranoia, but I just couldn't believe my eyes. I have no idea what the accusations are, it's all very Kafkaesque. But I suppose she's saying that I'm a terrible person (or something as vague) who "pushes" her, since that was the phrase she always used about the other guys in her fan club when she wanted some tea and sympathy from me.
This has been going on for a few months now. Luckily I have other social circles, but it's still incredibly exhausting. Everyone (except her; she's oblivious to all this) is feeling like crap, drained of self-confidence, without knowing why. I tried to warn a friend (and prominent fan-club member). I didn't really tell him anything concrete, just a very general warning not to overinterpret her signals. And bang. It was like telling Tom Cruise (for want of a better analogy) that maybe, just maybe, this scientology stuff isn't what it's cracked up to be. He accused me of being a liar and having designs on her, and what not. After that day, he's been trying to catch me telling fibs, probably reasoning something along the lines of: "Well, if he's lying about something, no matter how stupid or inconsequential,then maybe things will make sense.
Or maybe not. But here are some straws, let's clutch at them.".
So, having followed this board for a few months, I'm awed by your wisdom. Many of you seem to have the sobering perspective time gives, whereas I'm still in the midst of it all.

but I can't do that. Her behaviour is pathological.
it seems that many of you have similar experiences. Any ideas on what course to take?
It feels like I'm between a rock and a hard place here. I've tried to warn friends, only to be accused of being a liar. But I can't run away, that would only give credence to her absurd lies. What it boils down to is... I've no idea what to do. I almost feel like Cassandra of Greek mythology fame, fated not to be believed. But I think I'll learn from her mistake and instead shut the [expletive] up.
