How crazy is Donald Trump, really?

by Bob Schwartz

Note: I recognize that “crazy” is a non-clinical and unprofessional description. But this isn’t a clinical or professional observation; it’s a creative one.

Donald Trump believes he is Superman. Literally, not figuratively. We had a good sardonic laugh when we learned he actually considered revealing a Superman shirt beneath his suit on the White House balcony when he returned from the hospital. But that wasn’t a joke.

Professionals have been weighing in on his mental health for four years, using whatever diagnostic evidence was available. And there was plenty of it. Then his niece Mary Trump, a respectable clinician, used her decades of first-hand experience to reach her conclusion that he continues to suffer from lifelong pathologies.

For me, the event that finally tied it all together was the news from Trump’s ally Chris Christie. Trump’s Covid irresponsibility led directly to Christie’s infection and weeklong ICU hospitalization. Christie could have died.

Then I realized, based on reasonable surmise and absent any medical details from Trump, that he might have died too. But he wasn’t afraid, or pretended not to be, because he couldn’t die from Covid. Because he is invulnerable. He is Superman.

This explains why he says he is superlative in every way. Just yesterday, asked in his town hall what improvements he would make in a second term, he said there were no possible improvements, because he had already done the best job possible.

If a patient walked into a psychiatrist’s office and earnestly claimed to be Superman, treatment would be recommended. And if the patient was in a position to harm himself or others, treatment might be demanded. When a man walks into the White House, ready to reveal his true identity as Superman, what exactly is the treatment?