People generally, frequently, analyse their life experiences over decades, and come to certain conclusions. And, when they realise personal damage, my fucking heart goes out to them, every time.
Every. Single. Time.
My issue with children who have been arrested at puberty is that they are never going to have those adult life experiences.
They won't have that circle of life thing, where dealing with their own children suddenly makes them realise what their own mum had to deal with - with them. Perspective.
They won't form adult relationships, which inform, question, and challenge them. Perspective.
They won't have an outlook born of romantic relationships, or lack of them, or
of maturing to see a different viewpoint, or of understanding that they are not the centre of the universe, or that maybe they have to take care of others before themselves.
My worry is that we look like we are dealing with adults, but we are not.
I worry that we are dealing with children, with all the outlook of a child, who happens to have lived longer as a child than any other child, but nonetheless, has the same perspective of a child.
But with the body of an adult.