I'll confess this was me and now is me. Trump got elected when I was middle school-aged. I really, really believed that was the low point, and for the rest of my life, the USA would get better. I believed the USA population was just ill-informed, and I did not expect this global rise of fascism and digital surveillance. I assumed people would never vote to strip away freedoms if they knew that was going to happen. I assumed the internet would always stay anonymous, and always be a free space.
Obviously there was an immense amount I did not know about. I had heard of the Trail of Tears and Slavery and the Civil War, but I didn't grasp institutionalized racism beyond police brutality; didn't realize the Left was losing the internet, didn't recognize the danger of the manosphere; didn't understand how wide-spread the propaganda campaigns were, didn't grasp that billionaires and centi-millionaires would want fascism, and would enact it across the Western world.
When Kamala announced her campaign, I deemed her president. Every step of that campaign, as the Republicans careened more extremist-right I became more certain that even their party members would deem them insane. I knew people were struggling financially under Biden, but, that guy's holding signs reading "MASS DEPORTATIONS", has two moronic side-kicks (Musk and Vance), and his term was filled with economic hardship. Also, Jan 6th, 2021.
In hindsight I'm ashamed of my naive optimism. I'd beat myself up for it more, if I wasn't living in the middle of my personalized hell.