Random Thoughts — I Would Hate to be Trump’s Psychotherapist

Published June 22, 2018 by Nan Mykel

Why? Because I would be stumped.

We aren’t helping the situation by making fun of him and his party, and his supporters.

When someone can’t find their humanity, how would it be useful to respond?  Challenging facts? That doesn’t work.  Agreeing with defensive statements?  Doesn’t change anything.

Shaming? Come on!  Therapy should do no harm.  What would the best psychotherapist do or say in order to help him love himself and others?

Unfortunately, I don’t know that money can be therapized, especially if it has become a metaphor for penis size, like guns.

Slapping a diagnosis on a person rarely makes a person feel better about themselves. How about therapeutic storytelling?  (Not lying–real storytelling).  Let’s see–

Once upon a time there was an unappreciated and insecure boy who had never known unconditional love–or any kind of love, as a matter of fact.  Never experiencing unconditional love he had none to share with others. Underneath he was so hurt and vulnerable that he anesthetized his  spirit, then lost it without ever realizing it.   He could not miss what he had never known.  From there on it was him against the world, falling on his own petard, isolated behind inpenetrable walls of denial and projection.  His manna, money, was his mama, and he spent his life embracing her for cold comfort, the only kind he knew.  His spirit had never been unworthy of love, but he did not believe it.  High noon awaited him, and that time was nigh.  At that moment a terminal medical condition was diagnosed, one he had no control over.  It ate at his underpinnings and he cried for compassion, for himself.  Where had he heard that word, and if he found it would he even recognize it?

Sociopath–narcissist–genetic or not,  we can pity the mad dog with rabies, can we not? I wonder if anyone has ever tried to find a cure for that dog?

No answers, just thinking.  By a democrat.

 

2 comments on “Random Thoughts — I Would Hate to be Trump’s Psychotherapist

  • Your random thoughts are very much like my own.

    Have you heard of the book ‘The Dangerous Case of Donald Trump: 27 Psychiatrists and Mental Health Experts Assess a President’? I read it last October, shortly after it was published. I found it so interesting that I bought a copy for my daughter, who is a psychology major and a therapist intern.

    Pity a rabid dog, indeed.

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