Our early hatching is lauded, our late hatching a reason for worry.
We’re expected from our earliest years be like the other ducklings. (Well, better than others but not stuck up about it.)
If we keep flying when it’s time to swim there’s medication to calm our out-of-bounds impulses. If we like to sing but can’t quack there’s a star chart to reinforce more appropriate sounds.
We’re graded on the dexterity we demonstrate when curling our beaks under our wings at nap time, tested on our ability to dip our heads under water, judged by our willingness to stay in line. Poor results means doing these things over and over again until we thoroughly detest ourselves for not measuring up.
When we don’t do as well as expected we’re told we just need to try harder to be the very best duckling we can be. We’re told that we aren’t…
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