The nightmare of being a child.
Imagine tomorrow you wake up in a house you haven’t chosen, with two individuals who you haven’t chosen. They could be anybody. They could be the cruelest people you can imagine or they could be only slightly cruel. But they wouldn’t let you leave. They wouldn’t even let you choose what to wear, what to eat, how to dress, when to sleep, who you hang out, if you hang out. If you’d try to rebel to this treatment, you could get hit, or physically and emotionally harmed in other ways. They could send you to a corner, lock you into a room, sequester any small consolation you might have left from your former life, like a phone or a videogame (if they had been charitable enough to leave it to you). Everyday, you are sent into a sad, dull, grey building for six hours but unlike your former job, you can be insulted, demeaned, and screamed at openly for making any slight sound or interacting with other people in the room, who might or might not hate you and torment you as well. No one would