Only now do I realize how much of my upbringing happened to me… without my informed consent.
Only now do I realize how vulnerable I was as a child… completely at the mercy of my elders for my survival and tutelage, for better or worse.
Only now do I realize that obedience, conformity, and the stoic acceptance of my lot in life were a total rejection of my spirit.
Only now do I realize that what they wanted me to be was not what I wanted me to be.
Only now do I realize that, in the invisible cage of my childhood, dreams were worse than forbidden. If they were forbidden, I might have at least been able to ask why.