I grew up in a fairly conservative household. I used to read the rags my parents considered newspapers, people in my social circles and schools were mostly middle to upper class, and I idolized my father.

It took me a long while to realize I was seeing through distorted glasses, even after I started mingling with different viewpoints.
There always was a gut feeling that something didn’t add up, cognitive dissonance maybe.

I sometimes wonder what kind of person I’d be had I not been high on the neurodivergent spectrum and pushed on the outside.

Privilege and social echo chambers make for pretty efficient blindfolds.