At times I actually feel sorry for Donald Trump. For, like all of us he is a child at heart and his campaign demonstrates that beneath the surface he is a frightened, even terrified little boy. Anyone who harbors unconscious terror like that must find someone or some group to project their own perceived inadequacies. And it is a clinical fact that privileged children who have been overly indulged have a difficult time with boundaries, not learning that there is a world “out there” beyond their own private fantasies
Trump has consistently demonstrated blatant disregard for common courtesy and civility. He even told the nation last week about his penis size, not being aware of how incredibly gauche this was. And I’m sure he exaggerated…like I always do! Most of us who would make a declaration like, especially being in his position, would be checked by consideration of how it would be perceived by his audience and by the nation. But with his narcissism, he lacks a “filter” or antennae which would allow him to be aware of how he is coming across to those outside of his private fantasy.
Someone with this deep-seated malady cannot admit they are wrong; they must always be right! That is because beneath their grandiose persona they are filled with an unconscious dread based on the perception they are intrinsically wrong. This “wrongness” is certainly nameless and if one with this problem could ever manage to simply muster the courage to own this feeling of wrongness, to acknowledge it, to “name the demon” there would be some relief if not complete. It is similar to the first step of Alcoholics Anonymous, “Admitting that I am an alcoholic.” This is the reason that every time Trump makes an outrageous statement or does something ridiculous, he never back tracks but only doubles down on his position.
But, back to my original point, he is in a world of pain. I am not, however, excusing him or attempting to mitigate the tragedy that he is putting on our collective table. We all live in a “world of pain” and carry the impact of the “thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir too” inside our hearts. I certainly do. But most of us have some ability to address this pain, acknowledge it, make appropriate adaptations, and live in this world with some respect for his fellow man. Trump is sorely lacking in this regard and, as Shakespeare told us, “Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.” And, I would add, “not so great ones” also.