Donald Trump
reminds me of some of the children I treated thirteen years ago when I
worked at a semi-rural Ohio community mental health center. There were these children,
around nine to 14 or 15 years old, who were scary and
incorrigible. They would be the embodiment of underparented desperation manifest
as anger, hysteria, gestures and manipulation, cutting themselves, setting the carpet on fire, being
suicidal, pushing their siblings down the stairs. The deep feature of their psyche
would be the bottomless lostness that could never calm, which threatened to unman the mental health safety net frequently and regularly.
These kids would never subside to safety, become normal for any length of time,
and would be helplessly sent – by their parents and therapist – back to this or
another psychiatric unit month after month.
I remember
having the vague nightmare feeling: There will never be any fix. The parents
have no power. Please let them not return after the hospital, when they and I
will have to commit her again. Let them disappear.
President Trump
is like this: peaceless like antimatter in the world. We know by now that every single word and act he produces will
be loaded, aggressive, purposely destructive, will equal intentional harm and
disruption. His inner self-immolating fire will always make this so.
His words and
acts will not be statements of thought, of perception, of fact, of decision,
never even in his quietest moment. A burning mind doesn’t make decisions. It rips
and screams and throws itself at anything that can burn so there will be less
fire in himself. But it’s perpetual, because his inner turmoil is perpetual.
This fact is well
known, though implicitly. It must be said out loud: Every single behavior of
his must be wrong, by his birth fire and his developmental failure. We are looking
at soul suicide and homicide in everything he does, and in his eyes. Don’t fool yourself into thinking there is anything pedestrian or normal in one molecule of his life.
We will have to
watch and be run over by this sick juggernaut every day, every minute for the
rest of his time. We pray for peace, soon.
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Comments are welcome, but I'd suggest you first read "Feeling-centered therapy" and "Ocean and boat" for a basic introduction to my kind of theory and therapy.