Read as part of CBR12 Bingo: No money. This was a library book.
I wasn’t gonna read Mary L. Trump’s book as I assumed it would be the kind of armchair psychoanalysis I detest and find harmful. But it was on Scribd and a short listen via audio so I “read” it and am glad I did.
Mostly, I am reminded that our childhood rearing dictates so much of who we will become, for better and for worse. It really seems like Donald Trump was raised in a loveless, difficult home. That’s sad and the empath in me feels for him. I’m very fortunate to have a lot of love in my life and that’s help make me the person I am, imperfect to be sure but comfortable and with good qualities. Trump didn’t have the same luck and thus the saying is true: hurt people hurt people.
If there’s one political lesson that Dr. Trump imparts regarding her uncle that I hope folks take away: there is no grand plan here. There is no “distraction.” There is no coup. It’s just a rich white man who failed upward, is insulated by privilege and party, and uses his power to do what he did in his previous job: be an authoritarian bully.
I feel bad for him lacking the love of a healthy, supportive family. I do not feel like his lifetime sense of entitlement should be foisted upon the nation in a job he is incapable of doing and has never been interested in anyway beyond the power it gives him.
