When I was young, and my world was literally and figuratively small, it was very easy (and the only thing you can do) to assume that it is the only thing, the correct thing, and the rest of the world must exist like this too. When I grew up living in a small cage lined with thorns, it could be terrifying and earthshaking to find that others didn’t. The fact that if you so much as sit wrong you are yelled at, or that life, your “home” and all of existence feels like a prison to you but not others is a horrible realisation. So I rebelled against it for a long time, made easier by the isolation itself. But like a really poorly made dam, once the floodgates opened, they couldn’t be shut.
Of course, the next thing I do, is try to find why. Why me and not…