Once upon a time there was a father, he kept his son locked away for years upon years. only grudgingly letting him go free to go to school. at school he made it painfully clear to the teachers that he didn't want his child socializing with the others, indeed, he wanted the boy to remain isolated almost all the time. despite the bizarre nature of his demands, the faculty complied, keeping him away from the other students, away from human contact outside of his day to day life of going to school, then going to his room. there was never a break in between this rigid schedule. for eighteen years of his life the boy was kept in the grips of social ignorance, forbidden to go out, forbidden to speak to others, forbidden to express. the teachers would often mistreat him whenever he had any ideas about anything, belittling him for being foolish, telling him that his ideas were utter nonsense and that he should just remain silent and not speak save for anything related to his studies, of which there were very few. and so it went, each and every day. nothing but boredom and a social void, no room to develop, just an abyss in the form of a small featureless room ridden with the stench of garbage and deliberate negligence. years wore on, yet the boy never questioned his circumstances, even when his siblings were treated better, even when the family canines were treated better. in that room he stayed. One day, the boy was thrown out into the wide open world after being forced to hide from it for years. the reason? he was too old for child support and a burden by way of his crude and cruel upbringing. but this didn't deter him, quite the opposite, he was excited to leave! and so he did, only to find, to his horror, that the world was a terrible place that he simply couldn't fit into. having never been taught basic things like how to pay rent or care for oneself, or even how to drive the boy lived a stunted existence. yet, he compensated, overcame, and eventually taught himself everything he could, despite the incredulity of those who expected him to know things that he'd been forcibly barred from doing, usually with beatings. ten years passed, and the boy grew to become a man with an open minded perspective thanks in large part to not being influenced by societal bias at an early age. one day he returned to his family a somewhat complete man, better than he'd ever been and surely more accomplished than most. he'd picked up new languages, taught himself how to drive, garnered an appreciation for the arts, all because he had the courage to tell himself he could do all these things. what he returned to though was not the home he remembered, it was a decrepit, broken down shack. opening the door, he caught the scent of death and rot, and upon entering, the dried broken up corpses of dead rats in various corners of the filthy, garbage and can ridden hovel shot into view. the sink was a biohazard, filth and grey goop that had once been water and chicken still lingered. mold could be seen on every corner. his room had been ravaged in what could only have been his mentally unstable father's bouts of rage, bouts that had originally been reserved for him in his youth as the man's loyal punching bag. opening the door he saw not the proud image of his father, but a deranged sack of a man, barely even human, the fiend's glossed over eyes stared at him in raw terror. the boy who was now a man recognized those eyes, for they'd once been his own when he was but a child. the unending fear of being shown your own flaws, of being judged and attacked for reasons you couldn't begin to understand. a fear that the boy had known all too well. and it had been haunting his father for his entire existence, indeed, in that fear-drenched gaze alone the boy saw the horrible reasons his existence, once a bearable state of being, now nothing more than a filthy caricature of the delusion he'd granted himself, had been given to him in such a manner. in his fear, his father had tried to ignore his own shortcomings by forcing his son to accept them in himself, not as an act of love, but as a way to ignore his own flaws, by pointing them out. but when you convince someone that they're weak and they accept this as fact, they will strive to become stronger. and so when the boy finally got his chance, that's precisely what he did. but his father was not so fortunate, he'd been alone in this existential nightmare ever since he forced his son to leave. and his was permanent. The boy could only stare incredulously at the fiend his father had always been, and he left the house that, in his long and tired absence, hadn't truly changed. it was just as filthy as the day he'd left it. he merely cleansed himself the first chance he got.

True story, happened to me. THAT'S THE SCARY PART negligence is no joke mentlegen, never, ever take what you have for granted.