I always wonder if I’d be the same person I am today if my parents hadn’t exposed me to sex from a young age by openly fucking and doing BDSM around the house, if I hadn’t had unsupervised internet access, and if I didn’t have friends with just as dysfunctional families feeding off each other’s bad habits. I feel like I grew up too fast and didn’t really mature at the same time, if that makes sense.
“I don’t want to be a product of the environment. I want the environment to be a product of ME!”
Everyone is a product of their environment, as well as their genetics and epigenetics. You still have a choice of what to do with all of that. I’m learning to accept everything that happened so there isn’t a constant “why me?” noise in my head. The mental quiet will let me make better decisions.