Despicable Donnie is the poster child of raging Narcissistic Personality Disorder!
Narcissistic personality disorder is a mental health condition in which people have an unreasonably high sense of their own importance. They need and seek too much attention and want people to admire them. People with this disorder may lack the ability to understand or care about the feelings of others. But behind this mask of extreme confidence, they are not sure of their self-worth and are easily upset by the slightest criticism.
About her narcissistic uncle, Mary L. Trump once reminisced:
Everybody in the family, my aunts, uncles, brother, cousins, knew that mashed potato story. We referred to it, in fact as “the legendary mashed potato story.” We all laughed because, on the one hand, it was sort of an homage to my dad who'd been dead since I was 16. And it was a way for Maryanne to get under Donald's skin because Donald hated that story. He did not laugh. In fact, he crossed his arms and pouted, and he didn't stop pouting until the subject had been changed.
What actually was the mashed potato story? It wasn't just that my dad had dumped a bowl of mashed potatoes on Donald's head. It was why he did and the aftermath. My dad and Donald were about seven or eight years apart. My aunt Maryanne was the oldest child, and my dad, the oldest son, was a year and a half younger. Elizabeth came four years after him, then Donald about three and a half years after that. Robert, the youngest, was a year and a half younger than Donald.
So, there was a fair age gap between Maryanne and my dad, on the one hand, and Donald and Robert, the two youngest, on the other. The five of them were in the breakfast room (as we called it) waiting for dinner and my grandmother was in the kitchen getting the meal ready for the five kids, her and my grandfather, and my great-grandmother. Fred’s mother, Elizabeth, lived just a couple of blocks away in one of my grandfather’s buildings, and was there for almost every meal.
As the kids waited, Donald was engaged in one of his favorite activities — tormenting his little brother, Robert, who was about five at the time and was also very frail, very skinny, very pale, and very thin skinned, figuratively, if not literally. Donald was around seven. My dad would've been 13 or so.
By this time, Donald was a pro at teasing and belittling his little brother and, as was often the case, Robert started crying hysterically and screaming for Donald to stop. Donald, of course, wouldn’t and nobody could get him to — especially not my grandmother for whom, even then, Donald had a fair amount of contempt. He didn't listen to a word she said, and even telling him to wait until his father came home had no impact on his behavior.
In the midst of the fighting and yelling and sobbing, my grandmother started setting the table and bringing the food in from the kitchen. As things continued to escalate, my dad, in just a fit of frustration, did the only thing he could think of to do to make Donald stop: He picked up what must have been the quite massive bowl of mashed potatoes that my grandmother had just put on the table and he dumped it on Donald's head. Robert immediately went quiet and Donald was speechless.
And, probably worst of all for him, everybody, except Donald, of course, started laughing. They were laughing their heads off, and Donald knew they were laughing at him. It may have been the first time, at least consciously, that Donald felt that awful feeling of humiliation, and there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't laugh it off because, even then, he wasn’t capable of laughing at himself. I think it some ways, this is the source of his grievance, the source of his always feeling that everything is against him and life is completely unfair—which sounds absurd because among other things, it’s completely untrue.
The bowl of masked potatoes ended Robert's suffering, at least that night, but it also set Donald’s into motion. It was the source of his terror of being humiliated. And he developed some very strong armor and defense mechanisms so he’d never feel that way again.
A narcissistic personality disorder causes problems in many areas of life, such as relationships, work, school or financial matters. Everyone knows that the Convicted Felon in Chief considers himself the world's biggest victim, and constantly needs his Cabinet to provide flatter-a-thons in lieu of discussing the nation's needs and interests.
People with narcissistic personality disorder may be generally unhappy and disappointed when they're not given the special favors or admiration that they believe they deserve. They may find their relationships troubled and unfulfilling, and other people may not enjoy being around them. (Unless they like toad-eating.)
Treatment for narcissistic personality disorder centers around talk therapy, also called psychotherapy. Unfortunately, this requires the narcissist to admit that he has an ego larger than Mount Everest.
Narcissistic personality disorder affects more males than females, and it often begins in the teens or early adulthood. Some children may show traits of narcissism, but this is often typical for their age and doesn't mean they'll go on to develop narcissistic personality disorder.
People with Narcissistic Personality Disorder can:
At the same time, people with narcissistic personality disorder have trouble handling anything they perceive as criticism, and they can:
The Narcissist in Chief has no idea he's a sociopath, along with being amoral, unethical, dishonest, and given to cheating. He will never seek help, because that would mean that America's first god-emperor is not perfect. And Despicable Donnie is perfect in every way, a legend in his own mind.
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