- Feb 2025
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I felt so betrayed by my parents.
The amount of neglect and attending to Elliot’s emotions kind of astounded me. He’s clearly very afraid and traumatized in an abnormal way and yet they don’t do anything to help him or sit him down and help him work through or understand his emotions or help him with social skills. Once again, I went through very similar things as a child. There was a pattern of me being forced to just do things when I was already super afraid and wasn’t ready and of course it resulting in humiliation and I wasn’t given guidance. I really feel for this.
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What kind of horrible, depraved people would poke fun at a boy younger than them who has just entered high school? I thought to myself.
I think Elliot’s mentally young age made these traumas hit a lot harder and caused a lot more damage. As I said, this all eventually culminated in utter lack of empathy for humanity. And of course, he didn’t have a healthy ego or any identity to be able to take blows healthily. I always say that the reason why rejection hits cluster bs so hard and shatters them so deeply -while other kids have trauma but don’t escalate to such extremes - is BECAUSE there’s no foundation to the self, you only exist through the eyes of others and you already have early traumas that made the world seem way too scary and made you feel fundamentally worthless -to your core. It’s also understated how hard it is to know how to navigate the world without a self-concept, you don’t know how to feel seen or safe unless you’re able to constantly analyze and control your environment and stay “on top”. Elliot had trouble analyzing and navigating his environment, which would’ve caused his fear to be tenfold and his need for control to eventually increase to malignant levels.
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The trip was way too long, and towards the end I felt depressed and homesick. All I wanted was to go back home and play WoW
Once again relate so deeply. My parents would take me to all these fancy places and all I would want to do is go back into fantasy and write or draw my characters. It was like I couldn’t feel safe or real or alive if I wasn’t able to be in that world.
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To see a video of human beings doing such weird and unspeakable things with each other revolted me. I couldn’t understand what I was seeing. And yet, I noticed I was feeling aroused. I felt desire to do those things, to have sex with the naked women I saw in the video. It was a funny feeling that overwhelmed my whole body.
I think there was a split in Elliot‘s psyche here. His body grew up, but his mind got left behind, and that caused trauma.
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I was so scared of girls at that time that I kept my distance from Alessandra and Isabella.
If someone could’ve treated his PTSD…
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It took place in the evening. As I lined up, I could feel myself shaking. I was scared even to speak in front of a classroom. To speak in a microphone to hundreds of people was too much. I didn’t understand how everyone else seemed to be fine with it. I envied their bravery. When my name was called, I didn’t want to go, but it was required of me, and I pushed myself to do it. I walked up to the microphone and nervously said “My name is Elliot, and I plan on going to Crespi High School”. I heard my own voice in the speakers and saw everyone staring at me. It made me cringe.
I so deeply relate it’s insane… I had an incident like this happen whenever I had to present in front of class in middle and high school and people would straight up tell me that I was shaking. It was like all my vulnerabilities were being put on display, and I was being stripped down to my core in front of everyone who was superior to me. Like holy shit… I relate so deeply to Elliot because this is the way my narcissism manifested where I majorly remained very shy and inhibited. I really envied confidence and charm, but no one guided me socially either so I didn’t know how to actually make it come across. By the time I tried, I’d already had so much humiliation happen to me that my fears were amplified tenfold and it was very hard to hide.
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The way I was treated by girls at this time, especially by that evil bitch Monette Moio, sparked an intense fear of girls. The funny part of this is that I had a secret crush on Monette. She was the first girl I ever had a crush on, and I never admitted it to anyone. To be teased and ridiculed by the girl I had a crush on wounded me deeply. The world that I grew up thinking was bright and blissful was all over. I was living in a depraved world, and I didn’t want to accept it.
It’s really sad and unfortunate that Elliot’s social skills were never treated, because it could have helped him actually gain positive attention. He didn’t have enough social skills or guidance to understand how to even mirror to cope, or what would be required to achieve a positive reaction. Because of the way he continued to act, a way that he felt trapped into, he gained so much more severe repeated humiliations, which clearly chipped away at his tether to any warmth, empathy, or innocence inside that would be left. Similarly, I was failed by the mental health system like Elliot. I even went to therapy as a kid, but my therapist was shit at helping me integrate socially and didn’t address or even recognize the deeper identity issues and emptiness that was causing me to lack “stuff to say.” I wasn’t able to recognize my issues at all to even communicate them, but that wasn’t my responsibility as a child and I should’ve been accurately spotted and helped. No one seemed to actually address or even understand my issues and I felt very failed by that, and in immense distress because I was left to watch everyone else living life getting adored. I was starving watching my life pass me by, with no idea how participate or be seen.
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It felt good to be confident enough to pick fights with the popular skateboarder kids. It was either that, or continue to be ignored by everyone like I was in Sixth and Seventh Grade. I never knew how to gain positive attention, only negative.
This is the first sign of him acting out in a bitter or antisocial manner being reinforced, as it is the only time someone showed him any attention. This is what he reverts to in college as well, and it sets up a pattern for him. We underestimate how huge pattern reinforcement can have an effect on someone as they’re growing up. For example when I acted out and pretended I was crazy, that was one of the only times people would give me attention. this led to having a very bizarre relationship with my mental health diagnoses later in life where I would use them for attention and to feel rare, special, or significantly broken.
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I had to act weird in order to gain attention. I was tired of being the invisible shy kid. Infamy is better than total obscurity.
Once again, his social issues stopped him from being able to get any identity stability off a positive charming mask. I relate so much because I acted out in high school. I was always the super goofy kid, and people would make me the butt of jokes or have the more nuanced and admiring connections towards others in the group, but at least I was a part of something or paid attention to. But that humiliation stuck with me as well. I also acted out “episodes” to try and get people to notice or care about me but that may be a more borderline mixed state.
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To be able to see it before everyone else made me feel special. I really liked the character Anakin Skywalker, and I was amazed to see his epic transformation into Darth Vader on the high quality big screen.
I am almost 99% sure that Elliot drew from Anakin Skywalker to create his “dark ideal self” when he unfortunately went to harm all those people. It’s really tragic because I don’t think Elliot was would have been as sadistic or detached if he hadn’t eventually set his ideal (false) self as Anakin or other dark characters. I think that type of false self was the only one he felt he could access consistently to provide a stable feeling of control, identity, superiority, and safety that wouldn’t be destroyed- it was way less complicated than having to reinforce his existence by being socially successful, which he couldn’t seem to navigate. It’s easier and less vulnerable to feed off power than to feed off of a positive public perception.
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people started to make fun of me, but I didn’t care. I had my online games to distract me from the harsh realities of life that I was too scared to face. The only time I did care was when a group of popular Seventh Grade girls started teasing me, which hurt a lot.
I relate to this so much… Every time I would go to school, I would just dissociate and wait to go back home into fantasy. I stopped caring about how I presented, but during that time I racked up so many humiliations and the more humiliations I racked up, the more intensely I dissociated away into fantasy, away from ever having to be “me, the failed pathetic emptiness” that was constantly getting replaced, overlooked, laughed at. It felt initially like fantasy must’ve softened the blow of the humiliation but those things stuck with me and when I finally “returned” to reality to try and succeed socially and become my own perfect character, everything I did was based on avoiding ever being “that humiliated figure” ever again.
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I became very addicted to the game and my character in it. It was all I cared about.I was so immersed in the game that I no longer cared about what people thought of me. I only saw school as something that took time away from WoW.
This EXACT pattern happened to me with fantasy. Reality became too difficult to control, too daunting, too confusing to feel safe in. So I lived for coming home from school just to go and live vicariously through my fantasy world. My characters were perfect god-like being, admired, powerful. It was the only identity I had, the only thing I cared about. I wasn’t interested in hobbies or the world, the only thing I cared about or had to share was my character characters. I definitely input my inner desires and wants and ideal self into those characters so when I dreamed of how someday I would become a famous filmmaker and everyone would love my characters, I vicariously felt seen and adored.
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- Jan 2025
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My first experience with WoW was like stepping into another world of excitement and adventure. It was a video game world, but they made it so realistic that it was like living another life, a more exciting life. My life was getting more and more depressing at that point, and WoW would fill in the void. It felt refreshing and relieving. I was only able to play it for a few hours for my first session. It was all I would think about when I wasn’t able to play it.
This mirrors the way I immersed in fantasy when I was growing up- a world where I could live vicariously through powerful, perfect, adored characters with full identities and exciting lives, while reality felt confusing, scary, and humiliating. I feel like Elliot and I had a similar problem understanding how to navigate the world enough to get an outcome that made us feel seen or adored- so the NPD manifested through fantasy.
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To see this video really traumatized me. I had no idea what I was seeing... I couldn’t imagine human beings doing such things with each other. The sight was shocking, traumatizing, and arousing. All of these feelings mixed together took a great toll on me. I walked home and cried by myself for a bit.
Elliot’s fragmentation is clear here. He has a part of him that is a frozen child and is traumatized by seeing this. Another part of him, his body, is at the age where it would react with arousal. This probably added to him feeling even less safe in a world he couldn’t process or understand, where he was supposed to feel excited or desirous like everyone else but doesn’t.
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I wanted to live in a world of fairness,
Note that Elliot once again mentions a world of fairness- but even when he was in elementary school his life revolved around getting accepted and adored by the other kids. The reason he felt it was fair was because he felt he could succeed and that he understood the rules and how to stay in control of everything.
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Towards the end of sixth grade, I still hadn’t made a group of friends who I could see outside of school.
Subtle proof of social difficulties knowing how to start and keep relationships. I wonder what he understood about how he’d need to share about his life (even if he made up hobbies and opinions) or show interest in others and empathize with them and make them feel good (even superficially.) When you have no core self or interests or opinions (besides how to be adored) it can be really tough to know what to even show or be to attract others, but he didn’t seem to know how to start mirroring others to have something impressive to show and then be confident in it enough to seek being looked at.
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I would always view Patrick Dib as an obnoxious, rude lout. He was very ugly too, and it annoyed me that he carried himself around as if he wasn’t a freckled, chubby-faced imbecile.
“How dare you have more confidence than me, when you’re clearly (inferior standard).” It’s a threat- what if even the normal or “below average” people are better than me? “If someone I deem lesser can be confident and charming and get somewhere socially, what does that say about me?” Oh there’s also the fear of losing control over validation: “what if the structure of what I think is superior vs inferior isn’t real…how will I ever be able to stand out? For me to feel superior, others must stay “in their place.” If I can’t feel superior I can’t stand out, if I can’t stand out against others I won’t be seen- if I’m not seen I crumble into nothingness- if I don’t stand out i cease to exist. For someone with NPD, standing out is how we feel real or alive. Without superiority, it feel like you dissolve into irrelevance or invisibility- a fate equal with psychological death.
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I saw that same girl hanging out with Oren Aks a few times. Oren Aks was one of the popular kids in my grade. I hated Oren so much when I saw him with her. It made me feel so inferior...
Add- his inability to see this and then devalue Oren as well. “He isn’t even that cool. I would be way better to hang out with but the fact they can’t see that is because they’re both losers.” Elliot would need a foundation of grandiosity formed way younger to believe it, because he’d have traits others praised to back ip his belief that he’d be better.
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I accidently bumped into a pretty girl the same age as me, and she got very angry. She cursed at me and pushed me, embarrassing me in front of my friends. I didn’t know who this girl was... She was only at Pinecrest for summer camp... But she was very pretty, and she was taller than me. I immediately froze up and went into a state of shock. One of my friends asked me if I was ok, and I didn’t answer. I remained very quiet for the rest of the day.I couldn’t believe what had happened. Cruel treatment from women is ten times worse than from men. It made me feel like an insignificant, unworthy little mouse. I felt so small and vulnerable. I couldn’t believe that this girl was so horrible to me, and I thought that it was because she viewed me as a loser. That was the first experience of female cruelty I endured, and it traumatized me to no end. It made me even more nervous around girls, and I would be extremely weary and cautious of them from that point on.
Elliot is very sensitive to humiliation. Instead of having the response to automatically flip it on the girl and devalue her for being rude and not “good enough” for him, an unworthy girl- HE feels on the receiving end of her power to define his worth. This could be because due to his social difficulties he doesn’t have a lot of positive social experiences of being “on the inside,” accepted, included, important and adored, and instead has several bad experiences of being left out due to not bonding too deeply with any friend group. He is also hyper-aware of being “on the outside” of the popular kids group, so he doesn’t have much backing for any grandiosity - a true belief in his superiority (which would allow him to reactively devalue the girl instead of himself). Instead, because of his negative school experiences, he is probably way more afraid that what really “true” about him is that he is the loser, and will always be. The inability to take any grandiosity from the few good experiences he had and use it to “prove” to himself he is being naturally recognized because he of course, belongs with the popular kids- and then acting confident- this failure is likely because he wasn’t overtly praised for any particular mannerism or talent when he was young- so he didn’t develop a foundation of grandiosity. All this can underlay why someone gets stuck in vulnerable narcissism.
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I still wanted to live as a child.
We need to research more if this delayed transition or even being traumatized and confused by the transition is a personality disorder thing or an ASD thing.
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A few girls continued to pay attention to me, saying hi as I walked by them and occasionally giving me hugs, but I felt bitter at the fact that I wasn’t able to truly hang out with them like the popular boys were doing.
He can’t figure out how to copy and emulate the popular boys’ social success without clear hobbies or clothes to copy. This points to a breakdown in ability to understand more nuanced social navigation which stops social success. For example, he could have realized he should get to know the popular boys way more, ask questions, mirror them, then present that way to the girls. Or create a similarly confident talented version of himself from characters or celebrities or someone of high status and show off his new traits or charm whenever girls were around. But instead he focuses on what he doesn’t have and seems confused how to even start the steps to becoming like them and how to present.
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I immediately thought of how James must be feeling. He just lost his own mother! It made me think of how horrible I would feel if the same thing happened to my own mother, just the thought alone filled me with pain.
Empathy. It’s not just gone in full blown NPD. Just impaired.
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I didn’t understand why, but it felt like the best feeling ever. I was one hundred-times more satisfied from getting a hug from a pretty girl than getting a high five from a popular boy. It was a new experience that enraptured every fiber of my being.
That’s the high, young narc. Anyway, it felt better because with girls he didn’t have the conflict of hating the aggression of the popular boys, or the competition mixed with validation. It was pure validation of being “superior” and chosen.
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The “cool” thing to do now was to be popular with girls. I didn’t know how to go about doing that. Skateboarding, I was able to do... dressing well, that was simple... But attracting attention from girls? How in the blazes was I going to do that? I didn’t even understand what was so special about it either, but everyone seemed to place so much importance on it. This made me even more shy, and I became known as the “shy new kid.”
- He had no ability to understand what to do in new social situations and seemed to have a hard time adjusting or learning. He couldn’t create a successful “social mask” and it looks like his uncertainty and confusion about how to behave made his fear too overwhelming to hide it behind confident behavior. He didn’t seem to understand how to manually convey confidence to cover up shyness.
- Reinforcing how Elliot didn’t really want a girlfriend mainly- he wanted to have the status of having a gf.
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It was too much for me to handle. I was still a little boy with a fragile mind. Thinking about such things would only crush my innocence, and it eventually will.
The idea that kindness, decency or “goodness” might not be what’s rewarded in life seemed to traumatize Elliot, who already viewed the world as really scary. Now it seems the world really is brutal, because it rewards brutality. Elliot took what he saw to be the “truth” about all people which is black and white thinking. It may have particularly crushed his empathy for the world and others later on, as there’s a sense of “the world and humanity is monstrous and cruel, so why should they deserve kindness or mercy.” Here we also again have a mention of “I was too young, I wasn’t ready,” indicating frozen development.
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I didn’t yet desire girls sexually, but I still felt envy towards Robert for being able to attract the attention of all the popular girls. What was so special about Robert Morgan? I constantly asked myself.
This is the foundation of the NPD thought process, trying to figure out exactly what the people living “the high life” embody that makes them so superior, then trying to to obtain it, ingrain it and mimic it.
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I didn’t know how to act around girls, I didn’t know what was cool anymore, I had no friends there. I simply didn’t know what to do. I felt like I was walking into a snowstorm without a coat.
Seems to have an inability to adjust to change and figure out new social structures in a way a more adept narcissist would, possibly due to Aspergers or lack of social guidance growing up. This lack of ability to perceive and then know how to control or navigate the environment could have caused a very deep fear considering social control is the main way he felt safe or significant as a kid.
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I didn’t want to go to a large school like Hale Middle School... that would have been too overwhelming for me.
Temperament was inherently sensitive, seemed to navigate the world with a lot of fear and felt unable to handle the unfamiliar- if he had Asperger’s this could have been worsened by it, and by not knowing what to do or how to succeed socially in new situations.
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my conflicts with Soumaya soured it. There were a few incidents inwhich she punished me by making me stay in my hotel room while she, father and Georgia all went out to dinner at a restaurant. I hated her for this.
Consistently controlled humiliated and punished by a woman- deprived of living life. Possibly fed into issues with women.
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I saw eight-year-old boys at the skatepark who could do a kickflip with ease, and it made me so angry. Why did I fail at everything I tried? I asked myself. My dreams of becoming a professional skateboarder were over. I felt so defeated.
- Who knows how much he actually practiced vs these kids but no ability to rationalize that to make himself feel better- hampered cognition.
- Easily deterred rather than becoming even more determined to best others.
- He reacts by being crushed and withdrawing instead of shifting blame or finding flaws in others, a pattern of vulnerable NPD.
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Again, I repeat, that as children we all play together as equals in a fair environment. Only after the advent of puberty does the true brutality of human nature show its face. Life will become a bitter and unfair struggle for self-worth, all because girls will choose some boys over others.
Elliot states this like it’s genuinely the way the world works for everyone, but it’s actually how he processes the structure of who’s superior vs inferior. It used to be whoever had the coolest hobby or hung out with the popular kids, and that was something Elliot felt he could dominate so he sees it as “fair” because he could win and stay comfortable, not facing his shame. But when the mark of superiority turns into whoever can get a girl, Elliot’s social issues stop him but he can’t see or accept that. To his rigid worldview, getting a girl somehow immediately unlocks everything that comes with superiority: popularity, confidence, charm, opportunity, even “truly living.” And if you don’t have a girl, you have none of those good things.
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So... even at the early age of ten, boys were starting to be attracted to the female body. I didn’t understand this... I hadn’t yet reached that stage. I pretended to be interested just so that I wouldn’t appear uncool.
I’m not sure what this “slower development” is, the intense discomfort and fear around developmentally entering middle school- but I experienced the same as Elliot so wanted to make a note of it. Elliot mentions it several times. Could it be connected to NPD and the frozen child that didn’t “mature” normally, becoming traumatized at suddenly transitioning to adulthood? Or is it connected to another developmental similarity we share?
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My life at school was starting to become mediocre again, and I became frustrated with my struggle to be cool. I didn’t have a regular group of friends who I always played with. I was like a nomad, moving from group to group and trying to fit in with each one, but never fully integrating. I feared that the cool kids didn’t regard me as one of them, and even Philip’s clique never considered me one of their corefriends. Despite all of my attempts to be cool, I didn’t feel as if the other kids respected me as such. I was still quite the outcast, as I always will be.
Lack of understanding how to connect socially, even superficially it seems. Lack of understanding how to develop a successful “mask” and succeed socially in any meaningful way. Pattern of trying things based on looks and not understanding why it doesn’t turn out. Low social awareness?
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I never really became good friends with the so-called “cool kids”. I would see them more as competitors than friends. During recess and lunch, I mainly played with Philip and his little clique which consisted of Addison Altendorf, Kevin, and T.J Tassone.
This is so relatable to me. He wanted to be the cool kid of his group and gain admiration from those beneath him (his friends) but felt too invisible or threatened actually having to stand out against the “cool kids.”
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When I returned to school after the winter break, I noticed that all the cool kids had another interest: Hacky sacking. It was a simple sport consisting of kicking a bean-sack into the air as many times as you can without it landing on the floor. They all had hacky sacks, and they would spend recess and lunch kicking them with each other, since skateboarding wasn’t allowed on school grounds. I didn’t have a hacky sack, and I decided that I needed to do something about that. Mother took me to the store Pac Sun where I got a hacky sack with an orange and green design. When we got home from the mall, I started practicing. I remember struggling with it first, but I spent the next few afternoons concentrating on getting good at it. I spent many hours well into the night practicing in my backyard.
Notice how everything he does in his life is centered around gaining admiration. He spends hours on something he doesn’t care about just to achieve an external presentation.
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By now, skateboarding wasn’t just a sport I was doing to copy the cool kids. I was truly interested in the sport. I even had hopes and dreams of becoming a professional skateboarder. That became my life goal. I loved skateboarding so much. I pictured myself doing amazing tricks in front of a cheering crowd, just like I saw Tony Hawk do in some videos. I pictured the admiration on their faces, and it was awesome.
He says it was truly his passion but it’s not- he’s just now imagining another narcissistic fantasy. :(
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But then, as we entered, father and Soumaya surprised me and revealed that they decided to give methe room I wanted. I was so happy! I danced and leaped with joy all over the house, and then I went to my new balcony and looked out at the beautiful view of Woodland Hills for an hour.
Lack of consistent “no’s” and boundaries lead to reinforcement of entitlement. “Maybe if I throw a fit it can get me what I want just like last time.” I also experienced inconsistent boundaries growing up and it definitely led me to believe if I could portray myself just right I could get my way.
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Mother always got me what I wanted, right when I wanted it.
Breeding ground for entitlement. I had this experience as well growing up.
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It was our secret hobby that we told no one about.
There’s always a hint of the true self even in the most severe cases
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I took a vow to mold myself into the coolest kid I could possibly be by the time Fifth grade began. I anticipated the approval the other cool kids would have of me once I reveal myself as being similar to them, and I looked forward to it.
Mirroring to gain narcissistic supply
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My interest in Pokemon faded away at this time. In third grade, Pokemon was considered “cool” and everyone was playing it. Towards the end of fourth grade, I found out that everyone was growing out of Pokemon, and the only ones who played it were the geeky kids. I heard some kids joking about how lame Pokemon players were, and I decided it was time to quit.
Interests seem to have always been dictated by how he’ll be perceived. No hint of any passions so far, indicating that early disconnect from true self.
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I envied the cool kids, and I wanted to be one of them. I was a bit frustrated at my parents for not shaping me into one of these kids in the past. They never made an effort to dress me in stylish clothing or get me a good-looking haircut. I had to make every effort to rectify this. I had to adapt.
Beginning of an inability to understand that it’s social presentation that mostly gains someone popularity, assumes it must be the clothes or hair. Once again a lack of social guidance is indicated.
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I started to see this at school. At school, there were always the “cool kids” who seemed to be more admirable than everyone else. The way they looked, dressed, and acted made them... cooler. These “cool kids” as I called them, included Keaton Webber, Matt Bordier, Michael Ray, Trevor Bourget, Zalman Katz, John Jo Glen, and a few more. They were cool, they were popular, and they always seemed like they were having a good time.
Idealization of the popular kids. I also developed this awareness around his age and responded similarly.
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I got a bit jealous, however, when Philip and Jeffrey seemed to respect and pay more attention to James than they did to me. When we were playing on my Nintendo 64 and I was competing against James, they rooted for James, which really upset me.
Consistent feeling that everyone chooses him last, no understanding of social dynamics to process why or adjust- this would grow shame deeply.
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She always arranged playdates for me, because she knew I was too shy to initiate them myself. She always made everything fun
Instead of teaching child social skills and giving practice, does everything for them. This could easily have crippled him.
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I remember those Mondays when my mother dropped me off at school for the first day of father’s week... I felt so sad that I cried when I saw my mother’s car driving away.
Feelings of repeated abandonment and betrayal with no way to escape it- dreading being trapped in abusive and unsafe household repeatedly with no ability to leave. Controlled at both households, lack of protection/safety from mother, losing control socially. Could eventually cause a shift from a BPD presentation focused on acceptance and approval to an NPD presentation focused on control and admiration.
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Maddy often played with my little sister Georgia instead of me, and this too made me jealous.
Seems to be a lack of understanding on why a growing girl would rather play with another girl and how socially, it had nothing to do with worth or personal rejection. Possibly, Elliot had no one who explained this to him or guided him socially.
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During playdates with James, sometimes he would have other friends over as well, and I would feel very jealous and upset when he paid more attention to them. Feeling left out, I would find a quiet corner and start crying.
We can already see an emerging pattern of Elliot not knowing how to assert himself socially to get a desired outcome and sulking or withdrawing rather than adjusting and developing his approach. Jealousy might tie to an early borderline presentation depending on the root of the jealousy and how centered it was on James’ approval.
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I desperately wanted to get taller, and I read that playing basketball increases height. This sparked my brief interest in basketball, and I would play it all the time during recess and lunch in the Upper. Most of the basketball courts were unused, so I would play it by myself, or with anyone who cared to join me. During my time at father’s, I would spend hours playing basketball at father’s basketball court, shootinghoop after hoop long into the evening, and I also remember lying on the ground in the basketball court trying to stretch my body as much as I could in between basketball sessions.
Already we see his main interests in life being completely shaped by how he comes across and his status. Hours just for that reason is excessive and points to an overly strong obsession with presentation and an idea of what makes you superior versus inferior.
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I became extremely annoyed at how everyone was taller than me, and how the tallest boys were automatically respected more. It instilled the first feelings of inferiority in me, and such feelings would only grow more volatile with time.
Once again Elliot had a hyper-fixation on how he comes across and starts to notice when others seem “superior.”
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As kids, proving our self-worth and gaining validation among our peers was achieved in a fair manner, by how good we were at the games we played, or how big our collection of Pokemon cards were. No one had unfair advantages. This was perfect, and this is how life should be.
Even though Elliot Rodger describes his early childhood as ideal and there’s no obvious sign of pathology, something was likely brewing beneath the surface because of how sudden his pathology exploded in middle school. His obsessive focus on earning validation—like the “green card” for perfect behavior- and blaming others for failures already suggests an early reliance on external achievements to feel worthy. This fragile self seemed masked by how well he did in simple, structured environments where the rules were clear and social success was straightforward. He could ignore deeper insecurities because the systems around him allowed him to thrive. However, when the social dynamics of middle school demanded more complex identity formation, like charisma, confidence, and individuality- his pathology surfaced abruptly. This sudden shift suggests something early we may never know had already caused Elliot to form a false self. His problems were hidden until middle school because he could do well in his current environment, which didn’t call for much an identity to succeed in connecting to others. He could just play and keep friends. Notice how already his focus was always on fitting in and doing well socially.
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