I caught myself talking to an inmate today like he was a problem instead of a person, and I didn't like who I heard. This place wears the humanity off everyone in it, guards included. I'm still fighting to hold onto mine and to see theirs, but some days I can feel it slipping.
More people experience this than they realize.
Struggling to keep your own and others' humanity intact in a place that wears both away.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.