When I was a kid, I had some issues with ingrowing toenails. I found it a highly embarrassing condition, and I felt awful about it. I was in fact so ashamed that I would try to keep it from my parents. Of course I could not actually keep that up for long, but I tried.
I remember one time my mother found out on a day when my aunt and uncle were due for a visit. That afternoon, with my aunt and uncle visiting, she made me soak my foot in the living room while she told them all about how this was a recurring problem, and all the times she had had to take me to the doctor about it. I was blamed for an issue that was totally beyond my control (and painful enough without her adding this emotional trauma I may add).
Eventually I had some minor surgery and the problem was solved.
The point of this story is that my mother knew full well how embarrassed I felt about the problem. Rather than deal with it in privacy and while trying to alleviate my shame, she went out of her way to add to my discomfort. In fact, that was not the only time my toe nails were publicly discussed with visitors.
Toxic people take a special kind of pleasure from the pain and discomfort of others. If they can increase that pain and discomfort, they will!
It is a cruel sense of pleasure for them, and a great source of pain for their targets.
The worse the pain (whether inflicted by them or not) the greater their enjoyment. I can still see the smile on my mother’s lips as I shared some of the worse news of my sister’s life. I am glad she never had to face that particular cruelty, but it is carved into my soul forever.