The horrifying brutality of prenatal confinement of children.

[Gawdzilla Sama]

Being prenatal wasn't a walk in the park, no argument.  Even so, it was better than being postnatal - spent nine months trying to get out, and the rest of me life trying to get back in.

Boru

I read a story about a couple who committed team suicide trying to do just that. 

It also has a seven foot at the shoulder razorback.

[John V]

When I was born I had already suffered greatly. I was confined in a very small space, with no windows or doors, and fed through a tube! I also had to count on that tube for my oxygen. There was no provision for TV, radio, internet, books/newspapers, nothing! The first three months weren't too bad, the confinement wasn't suffocating. But as my mind, and my body along with it, grew to greater awareness of my entombment I tried to break free. Without tools or anything to bend to my needs I resorted to trying to kick my way out. The gaoler finally started taking notice, but, unsurprisingly, none of my demands were met. 

Then came the day I detected a chance to make a break for it. I never figured out what happened, but I suspect an earthquake caused a structural flaw in the floor of my cell. I went for it! As I exited the confining space I looked back and realized that, to my utter horror, that I had be confined in another human being! The shear insanity of that cause my mind to retreat into a corner of my brain and the child in my took over. As a stunned observer I could only note the many problems I had. I couldn't speak, I couldn't stand, I couldn't control my bowel, I couldn't read or write. It took me years to recover. 

Then you went through puberty, and you've been trying to get back in ever since.

[vorlon13]

[vorlon13]

I also note it is not unheard of for male infants to be born with erections.

We all know what that makes 'em . . . . . .

[Gawdzilla Sama]

When I was born I had already suffered greatly. I was confined in a very small space, with no windows or doors, and fed through a tube! I also had to count on that tube for my oxygen. There was no provision for TV, radio, internet, books/newspapers, nothing! The first three months weren't too bad, the confinement wasn't suffocating. But as my mind, and my body along with it, grew to greater awareness of my entombment I tried to break free. Without tools or anything to bend to my needs I resorted to trying to kick my way out. The gaoler finally started taking notice, but, unsurprisingly, none of my demands were met. 

Then came the day I detected a chance to make a break for it. I never figured out what happened, but I suspect an earthquake caused a structural flaw in the floor of my cell. I went for it! As I exited the confining space I looked back and realized that, to my utter horror, that I had be confined in another human being! The shear insanity of that cause my mind to retreat into a corner of my brain and the child in my took over. As a stunned observer I could only note the many problems I had. I couldn't speak, I couldn't stand, I couldn't control my bowel, I couldn't read or write. It took me years to recover. 

Then you went through puberty, and you've been trying to get back in ever since.

And no complaints in that department. I once listed my hobbies as "slut".