Sherlock's mother died when he was young, his father was neglectful and seemingly wanted nothing to do with the boy, his boarding school classmates hated him and demonstrated that hatred with all manners of abuse. It turned him into a bitter and arrogant adult who pushed people away before they had the chance to reject him first. Anyone who refuses to be pushed away finds a deeply broken man beneath the facade. Things have gotten better in the past few years, but the scars are still visible, metaphorically speaking.
"Children are loud and messy and chaotic," he says, dropping the politeness. "They are, as a group, distinctly devoid of reason. What others consider cute I find at best annoying. Now, as with all groups of people, the individual may well be distinct from the collective in any number of traits. But in the aggregate, I do not deal well with children."
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Date: 2021-10-02 04:05 pm (UTC)"Children are loud and messy and chaotic," he says, dropping the politeness. "They are, as a group, distinctly devoid of reason. What others consider cute I find at best annoying. Now, as with all groups of people, the individual may well be distinct from the collective in any number of traits. But in the aggregate, I do not deal well with children."