Surviving Peter-Pan Syndrome
I was in love. He had Peter-Pan Syndrome (PPS). We didn’t make it.
I’ve read the book (The Peter-Pan Syndrome: Men Who Have Never Grown Up by Dr. Dan Kiley) but it’s a lot to grasp and can’t find much more current information or help. I want to connect with other people who have dealt with this syndrome,…those who are victims or survivors. This is not a bitchy-girl blog where every chick complains about how bad he was — I am of the mind that it takes two to tango and I take full responsibility that I am a “Tinkerbell”. (“Wendys” or “Peters” — I want to hear from you too.)
I am speaking strictly from my own personal soulful experience. (Which basically means I have no fucking clue what’s really going on, and I’m just doing my best to make it through the mire LOL)
I am a girl. Whose heart is slightly broken. Who is seeking to understand what happened. To her,… to what she thought was real,.. to love,… to her man she loved deeply.
I am going to write a book, so I will post excerpts and trust that the universe will bring me a support circle. I hope you are a part of that.
xxoo, Tinker.
I honestly didn’t know what it was like to be with someone who has a sort of… pathological inability to feel empathy. Coupled with narcissism and bravado, Electra-complex dependency on his mom, with profound insecurity and whole lot of self-pity thrown in. This means you have a guy who APPEARS to be carefree and young-at-heart at the same time he’s petulantly bossy (mistaken for alpha-ness), while at the same time being wholly innocent-appearing in his inept relating (verbal, emotional, and sexual.) And nothing’s ever his fault. Nothing. He’s never to blame although he’s constantly apologizing and crying — he never sees anything as his responsibility even as he’s bouncing checks and the water gets shut off — he doesn’t see your unhappiness as a direct result of his inaction and breaking his promises over & over — he doesn’t see himself for how his pseudo-cheerfulness is actually a little creepily inappropriate. He doesn’t see his juvenile jokes as ill-timed when you’re asking for serious reassurance, he doesn’t see his lack of action as anything connected to his not doing anything, he doesn’t realize that he sucks up ANY information about himself yet doesn’t bother to notice that you’re bleeding. He pretends to listen all while planning what he is going to say, but if you ask him to pony up the goods to respond he falls back on the mantra of “I don’t know what to say.” He’s a middle-aged man who drives drunk and loves to be part of a party. His idea of cherishing you is letting you do things for him and being eternally grateful (he is actually quite delighted that he should deserve such wonderful attention from you and praises you continuously as to how he’d never get along without you). He forgets to give you a Christmas present. He basically forgets anything of detail that you’ve ever told him about you. His feelings are always hurt yet you could be crying and suffering an anxiety attack right in front of him, stating so, and he will abandon you to go work-out then later when confronted with his insensitivity, say “I didn’t know!”
He will readily admit things like “I’m not good at talking about my feelings”, “It’s a tragedy that family always comes last”, “I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to do!” He has a strange “blindness” to many things you say, wear, or do — he may mention that he loves something or wants something, but when you do it, he blatantly JUST doesn’t notice.
He takes sexual dysfunction to a whole other level — he says he wants sex, talks a LOT about it, speaks boastingly about his conquests and skills — but doesn’t initiate, doesn’t enact what he says he’s so good at or likes so much, if you push the issue he is physically unresponsive. He’s jumpy if you put the moves on him, if you touch his privates he may actually squeal & jump back, instead of leaning into the touch (as most guys would. Hell, even a guy who’s mad at you, if you touch him down there, he WILL unwittingly respond.) Think of a nervous kid who accidentally gets his dick touched, he’s uncomfortably excited yet scared and anxious by his body’s new responses. Most might want to explore this condition like an adventure, I imagine some reject it as a fearful affliction.
He’s fantastic at wide-eyed innocence, to the point where you question your own memory or perceptions.
Often when a situation calls for a somber note of serious attention (for you), he’ll contrive a drama that should take precedence (and pretend like he doesn’t deserve the stage, all the while sucking you in and telling you anyways, thereby monopolizing the conversation.)
Often when you want him to state the simple truth, he’ll crack a stupid overly-cheerful joke.
Has amnesia. About a lot. For fights you’ve just had… and acts like a Mr. Rogers Stepford-wife. A new day means a fresh slate and he doesn’t recall that you were mad, there was a horrible fight, and most especially that he was supposed to make amends or DO something to fix it.
He appears to be genuinely touched by acts of service or gifts that others give, but he rarely returns the favor.
He’s stingy and doesn’t notice that he didn’t contribute money or do any work.
He takes you for granted most of the time. Even though all he wants is to be around you.
He feels guilty all the time while doing nothing about it.
He complains about situations in his life that he just doesn’t understand how they got so out of control — he doesn’t associate HIS part in it. He really acts completely baffled and is a broken-record for the phrase “I just don’t know how this happened” (but can’t cite any reason why it shouldn’t have).
He can’t seem to think on his own to figure out what things need to be done. Even if you make a list, the next day he will draw a blank on what tasks to tackle.
He really truly fights like an eleven year-old. He hits below the belt, says unimaginably horrible and caustic things — but afterwards says he didn’t mean any of it. He actually doesn’t really remember what he said, yet also isn’t that shocked by the toxicity of the words (i.e. doesn’t show remorse or contrition.)
He never really makes up for what he says he’s sorry for.
He displays an unnatural gaity in situations when it’s beyond inappropriate.
Sometimes he will just disappear in the middle of a party that you’re both putting on, he’ll be in bed asleep.
When he gets drunk his personality changes.
He has no deep relationships, people who he regularly has heart-to-heart talks with.
He is not close to his mother even though he’s a mama’s-boy. So it’s a strange kind of “not close” (even though she may do considerably for him.)
He has a lot of anxiety attacks.
He thinks you’re the strongest person on the planet and needs you.
He’s a big-talker.
Inability to notice what’s going on around him.

I am speechless and recovering still more so from my actions than HIS inactions. Duration of exposure is irrelevant but all I can say is your HE must have an identical twin to the core. I opened myself to HIM because I wanted to experience this so-called love that many a seemingly silly woman in NY in particular pursues. Not meaning to sound judgmental, but this is how I feel. Forever in pursuit but [insert applicable pronoun] don’t know what [insert applicable pronoun] are chasing which is why [insert applicable pronoun] are so fearful and self-condemning.
Until recent, I never felt any pressure to fall in line with the masses. As a matter of fact, I have always prided myself on saying “fuck you!” to the establishment, to social conventions, to an ideal up to which I feel I cannot live – I refuse to live or love for that matter. I have always viewed myself as different in part because love from HIM never came so fluidly. I do not trust HIM although I try. I know THEY are not all alike but the ones I deem let off some phermone of possibility tend to lack something important. When I look inside my heart I am convinced that trust is something augmented over time but the seed must be there to begin with so I either trust you or I do not. Whenever I second guess my intuition I have paid for it dearly and deeply. So as I ran from Neverland this time, I was overcome with a cerebral flashback of all those signs you laid out so well above. I grimace at my role as enabler and my consequence of self- entrapment.
How did I get there? I made a medicinal self-assessment of what I gather was an inability on my behalf to let the HIMS in so I croached in my corner a bit and decided to be less vocal – initially. Pull back, tone it down honey, you’re gonna scare another one off. Only a child or one in a child-like state is going to be perpetually paralyzed by fear or in the case of interfacing with me, raw honesty as defined by moi. As a side note I must admit that I have learned and still am practicing awareness that honesty without compassion is brutality. I am a recovering functioning-with-brutal-honesty towards others – aholic. I am a magnet for these children when it comes to HIMS, my little Peter Pans. No more however. They flock to me because despite their inability to believe in themselves and take accountability for their actions, they want to hide behind this oak tree. They do believe I can save them from themselves I dare say although they would never admit it. I need to be held sometimes. Everything cannot be emotionally one-sided. I am very tired, soulfully tired.
I was duped in part because I did not want to admit what was so apparently off because I was distracted by HIS credentials (highly decorated doctor), HIS age and therefore imputed maturity (48), HIS status as a divorcee with three almost grown ass children, HIS zealous drive to pursue me – initially – HIS bravery to want me (but now I see for reasons that had no benefit for me) and MY desire to shun off some of the FEMALE energy I attract like flies to shit. Then I had to stop and ask myself what is so bothersome about this to me. Love is love, it really is and I deserve to get what I need and I would like to get what I want as well.
I am what human beings will ultimately evolve into and embrace- a genderless spirit. I want to attract and sustain what matches my soul and I will not judge myself in whatever form this appears. I am brave; I am strong; I am worthy, I am worthy and therefore shall never settle no matter what. Should I want a child/familly, I am a highly intelligent life form that can make this happen. Peter Pan never-ending neverland occupant shall NEVER again be allowed to fertilize my field of hopes, dreams and capabilities. No pesticides or children whom I don’t create or are akin to allowed. I will create what I want looking straight ahead and never back….
God woman, You’re surviving!!!
I’m laughing, at how true it resonates, and not just about the guy in question. I feel like there are a lot of guys like him out here, and they just get by on looks, but live totally and unabashedly empty lives, close to their mothers, unable to cut the umbilical.
Strong women, like you, will survive anything! don’t ever give up on yourself for another guy, ever again. You’re awesome, and you should know it! Hell, put a sticker on your mirror with there words: I AM AWESOME!
signed: KATH!
I’ll sign that note when I come see you, and I’m sure everybody else that you know and KNOWS YOU will sign that note.
Screw stupid guys (and I don’t mean literally)! Forget and ignore the weak, the mama’s boys, forget the immature, forget the inconsiderate, forget those that don’t show respect, forget those that take things for granted , those that lie, those that crush you when you’re down.
Breathe, and lift out of the darkness. Shine you gorgeous heart out. YOU ARE LOVE!
Sending you as always: TRUTH LOVE AND LIGHT!
This is an amazing blog, and well as an amazing concept and theory. Have you seen the movie “unbreakable”? So if this is true what about the opposite or the “balance”? Like a women who is close to her father so she seeks those quality in a guy? Is either scenario actually bad, or does it truly depend on the fortitude of the parties involved? What do you think?