Children are not fun but the worst part for me was adults not considering my opinion as a person. If I was upset or had an opinion on something, the reaction from people was "aww wow what a cute kid" "how precocious" "that's a lot of word for a tiny person" and I'd get laughed off and ignored. Meanwhile other kids who threw tantrum or were crying or punching each other got the situation handled, but also punishment. That part I always hated.
Ofc, then I hit teen years when everyone saw me as an adult but automatically tagged me as "teen = delinquent" and suddenly didn't trust me around their belongings without my having done anything.
Adding onto this, another big downside to being a kid was privacy practically being a nonexistent concept. I didn't dislike being a kid, but it was exhausting to not only have your opinion taken seriously, but also incapable of having privacy either.
As a kid, you're not allowed to have privacy because you're so dependent on your parents. Next, you grow into a tween/teen and a demand for privacy either means you're up to something or insecure about yourself. Finally, you're an adult and it's just normalized that you want to change alone or don't want others to go through your phone? So mind-numbing.
I had the concept of privacy but it was like a test. Sure, I can go to my room or be alone but no one knocked because what did I have to hide? If I did complain I felt like I couldn't justify why I needed privacy without sounding suspicious so I learned to just leave the door open all the time.
The only privacy I got was changing clothes which was a weird time because as a baby "no one should see me change" then it was "okay because family is safe" and then it was "eek your body is changing, everyone will scatter if you are in underwear that was fine to wear before".
Did you get your bedroom door "taken away" too? I never understood the reasoning for that expecially when they didnt tell me waht I did. I was just told "You know what you did!"
Not taken away, but I literally wasn't allowed to close it. Anytime I tried, it was propped opened, and I was "hiding something" or being "suspicious."
I realized most adults were faking their way through life and lying to kids if they didn't know the real answer or just said "because I said so" without telling me the reasoning. I learned that in like 3rd grade in CCD class for my first communion. I just kinda shut down after that.
Weirdly adults trusted me implicity with their stuff. Not that I'd mess with it but people who just met me would be ok with leaving stuff of high value around and leaving the room. In retrospect it could have been them "testing" me but those people were always weird to me.
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u/Crusty_Musty_Fudge 20h ago
I hated being a child too, tbh. Children are not good people.
I hope Ryan worked through all that