I grew up in an alcoholic family. I was the only one in the family who kept wanting to see and tell the truth, and I ended up feeling like I was the crazy one because I was the only one not in denial.

It affected me very deeply. I don’t have many friends, and I don’t trust people. I really am a loner.

And I am so triggered by Trump supporters and what I see around me, I can barely function. It reminds me of the family I grew up in. Everything horribly dangerous and terrifying and yet everyone but me pretending everything is perfect. Am I the crazy one or are they?

So...your explanation seems very accurate to me.

I have struggled all my life to understand how the people you describe think. In part because I thought if only I could think like them, I would fit in.