Tuesday 28 December 2021

Living with a Sociopath, Narcissist and Domestic Violence

Wang Lee Hom's divorce had drawn much attention from Chinese fans of Chinese-majority countries.

I used to like Wang Lee Hom too. He broke into the Chinese pop music scene with a clean, squeaky schoolboy image. Marketed as an ABC (America-born Chinese) and an outstanding student in classical music, he was passionate about music and had insisted on going down the music route despite having better choices in life.

His first song and MTV I knew was Love Rival Beethoven (情敌贝多芬). It was a breath of fresh air from all the fatigue of melancholic love ballads, so it was easy to remember.

However, although I do have a few female artistes that I fancy, I am hardly a passionate fan. I don't follow what they do in their private life closely.

The explosion of information was a huge revelation. I was surprised that Wong Lee Hom was a mess in his sex life. I am even more surprised that he's such a stingy man. The only difference between him and William is that he does not covet his ex-wife's possessions or money.

I noticed though, that he shared many similarities with William, being obsessively protective of his money from his ex-wife, being extremely selfish, does not spend time with his kids unless it's to promote a wholesome family man image, lies in the face of hard evidence and smears his victim's reputation among others.

The wife revealed that they had been to see psychologists or therapists and Wang Lee Hom was diagnosed to have Narcissist Personality Disorder.

I googled for 'Narcissist Personality Disorder' to find out more about it. Not surprisingly, William fits the bill, perfectly.

Earlier this year, a friend had mentioned that based on my brief description of William's behaviour, he sounded like he's a sociopath.

I denied it vehemently. My idea of a 'sociopath' is equivalent to a 'psychopath'. Hong Kong movies have often portrayed psychopaths as crazy men who kill anyone who bear a similarity to whom they have a personal agenda with so I thought she was gravely mistaken. She knew what I was thinking so she googled for the traits of a sociopath and sent it to me:

Consistent behavior patterns in sociopaths include:

  • Lack of empathy for others
  • Impulsive behavior
  • Attempting to control others with threats or aggression 
  • Using intelligence, charm, or charisma to manipulate others
  • Not learning from mistakes or punishment
  • Lying for personal gain
  • Showing a tendency to physical violence and fights
  • Generally superficial relationships
  • Sometimes, stealing or committing other crimes
  • Threatening suicide to manipulate without intention to act 
  • Sometimes, abusing drugs or alcohol
  • Trouble with responsibilities such as a job, paying bills, etc.

I was shocked. For every trait, I could think of at least one incident which he exhibited it. The only thing that was out was 'abusing drugs or alcohol', but in place of drug- or alcohol-addiction, William is addicted to pornography and he was addicted to gambling. Sociopaths have this tendency to be addicted to vices.

I delved into finding out more about narcissists. It turns out that all sociopaths are narcissists. 

Traits of narcissists:
  • Grandiose sense of self-importance
  • Lives in a fantasy world that supports their delusions of grandeus
  • Needs constant praise and admiration
  • Sense of entitlement
  • Exploits others without guilt or shame
  • Frequently demeans, intimidates, bullies or belittles others

(https://www.helpguide.org/articles/mental-disorders/narcissistic-personality-disorder.htm)

The answer was clear.

All these years, no one could tell that there's something wrong with him, just because he's not visibly deranged. 

I looked for support groups to join to understand NPD more. I found two and none was from Singapore. I think NPD is unheard of in Singapore. 

To my shock, the experiences described by the women in these support groups were uncannily similar to mine! I could relate to just about every one of their experiences and identify with the confusion and helplessness of these women. No one posted nasty comments. Everybody was supportive. When someone said she knew her partner is a narcissist and he's totally awful but she could not leave him, no one scolded her for being dumb or that she deserved it. They said it like it is: No one can make you make that decision to leave until you are sick and tired of being manipulated, lied to and cheated. When your spirit is completely shattered by him, we will be here for you.

I thought I was the only fool who stayed 16 years and beyond in a warped relationship, but many of them stayed longer, 20 years, 30 years and beyond.

Some of them had narcissistic parents, siblings or friends. I suspect that my elder sister is a narcissist as well although she does not lie or cheat, or take what does not belong to her, to reach her goal.

Wanting to find out more about NPD does not mean that I can't let go. For so many years, I was confused and could not understand why William did what he did, and does what he does. I kept saying I wanted to divorce him but I never did because he would promise to change, promise to do what I want, promise to be a responsible husband ... In my heart of hearts, I hoped some day, it would become true, yet, a part of me was sure that day would never come. But for normal human beings, we try our best to fulfil our promises. I thought he was a normal human being. I did not know that narcissists are good at faking future and making empty promises. I did not know that narcissists do not have a conscience. I did not know that narcissists do not care an eff for others' feelings.

I wished someone would tell me that he is a narcissist, a sociopath, and explain how being one affects his behaviour.

I kept giving him chances at the expense of my boundaries, my beliefs, my values, my faith, my kids.

If someone had told me about him being a narcissist, and I was educated on NPD, and that his behaviour constituted abuse, domestic violence, I would have divorced him.

I thought 'abuse' is only characterised by physical abuse. In fact, I dare say most people think only physical abuse is abuse. We think mental abuse and emotional abuse are nothing. 

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me."

Do you have any idea how many times I had wished William would hit me instead?

My sis-in-law shared the same sentiment.

She once saw a video of William verbally abusing me. She said she could not accept that even once. I said that was nothing. He had done this almost on a daily basis for the last 15 years.

It is a shock to me that mental and emotional abuse is domestic violence. However, it is also clear to me that nobody recognised it. Nobody thought mental and emotional abuse is anything serious. Most people think: just don't take what he says seriously lah.

But the damages are irreparable. It destroys lives.

It gets me thinking if there's a way to increase awareness of NPD and that mental or emotional abuse is domestic violence in Singapore.

There is virtually no resources in Singapore. Our family counsellors and psychologists do not even know about NPD. At least they don't seem to be able to recognise the signs when I mention my experiences to them. None of them mentioned the word 'abuse', 'domestic violence' or 'Narcissistic Personality Disorder' even once. The only person who ever mentioned that what William did amounted to abuse was a friend's pastor, who heard my story from my friend.

I wonder who else in Singapore is going through what I had gone through, not knowing that she's abused, like me.

Monday 6 December 2021

May Justice Be Served

I often would suddenly recall something that happened some time before and would start googling for it.

I was watching a video online which reminded me of a Korean actress who passed away in 2009 - Jang Ja Yeon.

In 2009, I was embroiled in my own suffering marriage and buried in work so I didn’t pay much attention to it. All I remembered was an actress committed suicide as she was pimped to many rich men.

I googled for her news, mainly in Chinese, and read in details the injustices she had suffered. Orphaned at 16, and had only an elder brother as her family, she was only 29 when she hanged herself, but she was forced to sleep with more than 31 men more than 100 times within a few short years. She was violently abused in all ways possible.

She had tried resisting which met with violence and ordered to compensate an astronomical amount of money if she wanted to walk away a free woman. She reported to the police in vain as those who violated her were rich and powerful. Even the president was not spared when he tried to uphold justice for her.

Towards the end of her life, she received death threats. Pushed to the limit of limits, she killed herself before her violators could.

After her death, justice was not served as prosecutors and judges were bribed. Witnesses were silenced, forced to leave the country. 

The amount of injustices she had to suffer. It bothers me to this moment. Why is the world such a cruel, unjust place, such that the wicked thrive in it while the kind and honest suffer at their hands?   

Today, Facebook feed popped “76-year-old Aung San Suu Kyi is sentenced to four years’ jail.”

I don’t know a thing about Burmese politics. All I know is that Aung San Suu Kyi spends all her life fighting for her countrymen. And this is what she comes to. 

I looked at the picture of the thin and weathered face and wondered where Justice is. 

Is there no justice in this world?

I have been contemplating about my divorce and how he has robbed me of so many things: money, time and my kids.

Yet, there’s no justice.

In the face of what those two women had suffered, mine is nothing. Yet, I feel such a great sense of injustice. 

I know that “vengeance belongs to the Lord” but I can’t help but wonder how God would take vengeance on these evils? 

These people will go to Hell, no doubt. Is that the vengeance He’s taking about? Then how about now? Don’t they deserve some punishment too? I never thought that someone is genuinely wicked until I saw how ugly William was at divorce. Even at that point, he was still trying to rip every cent he could off me. 

May God not only bless the kind, but also gives well-deserved punishments to the wicked.

Saturday 4 December 2021

Revisiting Bukit Timah Hill

I have always wanted to go Bukit Timah Hill again.

I have been there once with Coco and her cousin and another time with my NIE coursemates for a learning journey.

I wanted Baby to experience what a hill was. I know Singapore’s hill is just a mound compared to other countries’ but I would like her to experience a humble hill and have a walk in a nature reserve.

So I asked her favourite cousin along, also my fifth sister’s son, but the third one.

We took a cab down as I didn’t want to tire them out before the climb. 

I was worried that it might be too hot for a climb at 3pm but the shady hill was a pleasant climb even at one of the hottest hours in the day.

They were sure that the Red and Blue routes were too easy for them so they voted for the Intermediate (Green) route unanimously.

The foot of the hill. We walked for a short distance before we spotted a stick marked by green paint, which indicated that we ought to turn to the Green route.

Our first fascination with the man-made steps at Bukit Timah Hill
After taking in all the trees and shrubs in their natural beauty, we were 'surprised' to see a 'man-made waterfall' in the woods
Baby was visibly relieved when she saw the first resting stop, a tiny hut with wooden seats
After quenching our thirst and resting our legs, we journeyed on
It was another some minutes of walk-and-climb until we reached the second hut which was 800m away from the peak
After emerging from the Green route, we came to a cross road where we had to decide if we wanted to climb a flight of stairs which was 150m away from the peak, or take the gentler slope which was 500m to the same destination.
Of course, our two brave souls chose the route few would venture
I was almost out of breath by the time I reached the top

I wondered aloud to the kids,"I distinctively remember there was a huge rock which people would take a picture with to tell people that they were at the peak."

The cruel nephew replied,"Er Yi (Second Aunt), that's 20 years ago."

I later found out from a friend that the Summit Rock is located at the end of the Blue route.

I was very excited to see the steep slope down the hill. I knew it would be the highlight for the kids. 

I read on the internet that the slope is inclined at 40 degrees but for some reason, our handphones just could not capture the steepness of the slope. 

They saw people walking backward so they wanted to try too. However, they gave up after a few steps.

"How can people walk backward without falling down?"

My nephew and I complained of painful toes as we strolled down. The inclined slope compelled our feet to hit against the front part of our shoes with each step. I made a mental note that I would bring a pair of sandals if I ever come here again.

We visited the Visitor Centre for the second time for new bottles of mineral water and a packet of potato chips before we ventured into the Hindhede Nature Park, which was a small park near the entrance of the Hill. I never knew that there was a quarry so I insisted on visiting it. 

We walked along the boardwalk and passed through a rugged play area that seemed more suitable for older children.

Then we came to the viewing point, a small area where a few visitors at a time would be standing to take in the tranquil and relatively unspoiled view. It's the kind of peace which viewers would quieten down as a sign of respect for the environment.

We left just as a few visitors came in to wait for the sunset at 7pm. We didn't think there was a need to do the same as the view we saw was beautiful enough for us.
Before we left, I decided that having a picture with the rock at the entrance is better than having no picture at all.
We walked out to the main road hoping to get a cab and we got to see some cute monkeys and a squirrel
Bukit Timah Hill is very manageable for a short walk. 30 minutes is all it takes for a leisurely walk to go up the summit. Not sure how viable it is for older people but I would probably choose the blue or red route if I come here with my elderly mother.

Nearest MRT station:
Beauty World MRT