Yeah; reading about human trafficking is definitely one of those
   [1]#childhoodruined moments in life. You think you understand
   the world. Then you see some of the horrible things humans are
   capable of.

   Its easy when it's someone of a different language, or a
   different color, or a different religion, or a different
   _something_. It's NIMBY (Not in my backyard) so it's ok in a
   strange sense. [yes, I'm reframing NIMBY for this)]

   But then you hear about some of your own culture, own gender,
   own socioeconomic status; whatever criteria it is... and
   suddenly it's relatable and the horror REALLY sinks its teeth
   in.

   First time I heard of an autistic kid locked up in a closet
   while the middle class family went about their day, taking care
   of the other kids and barely feeding him... I was a young
   teenager. I remember the boy was about 7, (I was a boy about
   12), blond hair (I had blond hair), the family was middle class
   (I was middle class; even worse - that family seemed more
   prosperous)...

   ...and it really made me grateful because even the WORST of the
   people I knew in my town and world would NEVER do something like
   that.

   While I don't believe in the death penalty, I remember thinking
   that I wouldn't have been overly upset if that whole family had
   a meteor hit them and the boy was adopted by a good family and
   cleaned up.

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