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How Trump’s Dysfunctional Days in the White House are Helping Me Heal
Donald Trump’s antics don’t bother me. Like. At all. That doesn’t imply approval of any sort. It just means that, to me, antics and drama and yelling and bullying are completely normal.
Finding a way to live “normally” amongst chaos and lies definitely comes in handy. It is one of the many survival skills that served me well growing up. It still does. It’s a product of being born to a toxic mother married to a broken, enabling father. Enabling grandparents, aunts, uncles, the like. Surrounded by multiple generations of enablers in a constant and enduring state of denial. So, yeah — that’s pretty much how my sister and I grew up. Living with and terrorized by a version of Donald Trump. Sounds interesting, right?
But to be clear, what Donald Trump does and says, on a day to day basis, is not actually that damaging. It’s just noise. Now the enablers that surround him? That is where the real damage is done.
Donald Trump would not be so darn noisy and disruptive if it weren’t for his enablers. A drum can only beat for so long without others to continue the cadence. Add in some cymbals and now there is quite a din. And a tambourine! Now we’re talking.
The same is true for the dysfunctional narcissistic family. The initial wound may be inflicted by the toxic…