50% (approximately- i.e. the male population) of my HS class suffered anxiety at the prospect of going to Viet Nam. About half of them had terrible draft lottery numbers so their anxiety was quite well deserved. Some of them ended up in Canada, some ended up serving ( a few never to return, and our country has been slow to show their families any sort of gratitude for their sacrifice) and many more ended up in college studying ANYTHING which got them an educational deferment.
I’d say that the “trauma” of learning how to pay a bill or figure out how to write a check for your rent is somehow manageable in light of my generations trauma. Which pales when compared to my parents generation, where most able-bodied 18 year olds went off to serve in either Europe or Asia without any regard at all for college and their own education or individual happiness.
Somehow everyone muddles through. The older members of my family who served during WW2 in the Armed Services reported that NOBODY in their unit had ever made a meal, sewed on a button, done laundry. They had mothers and sisters for that.
Nonetheless, the allies won the war after our soldiers figured out how to get their rations out of the can and onto a bowl. This generation will no doubt figure it out as well.