A friend recently shared some frustrations regarding what it feels like to be considered a second-class member of society, or more painfully, a second-class member of a family.
I think I noticed it more in my personal life when I was younger. It was pretty easy to figure out who was “different.” The adults’ raised eyebrows and hurried whispers were seen by the youth and we were quick to imitate.
After all, there must be a good reason to see this person as not quite good enough, even if we didn’t understand what it was.
However, it seems that society at large has gotten worse.