Have you ever felt figuratively trapped by your station in life?

No. I was born into a working-class family that lived in a terraced house in one of the poorer areas of my city of birth. My father was a staunch believer in the value of education. He insisted we speak correctly and we were always neat and tidy. All of my brothers and sisters have gone on to work in various professions and we’re all doing well financially. I’m not ashamed of my working-class roots. However, my life has never been defined by them.

I’ve never considered myself to have a station in life so I guess that answers your question.

Who hasn’t? Even kings feel trapped by their station in life.

Trapped…living and working on a farm when I was born and brought up in the big city.
Hasn’t always been this way as my husband had a banking career and was working
out of the house and decided the taxes were to high where we lived so 13 years ago
we moved to the country. My husband’s career slowed down and he began farming
and cows etc and quit his career job. Both our sons grew up and wanted nothing to do
with farming and now both have good careers. I followed my husband of 30 years because
I love him but I do not like what “we” are doing. I have no real work experience so getting
a decent job in this one horse town is impossible. We have too much invested in this farm so will never have a “retirement” as such and cannot go on vacation because farming with animals is 24/7 job. We are an hour from any Wmart so no movies or restaurants around and I am bored socially more than anything and get tired going to the farmer’s mkts all through the week. My husband seems fine with it. There are some pluses to country living….but I feel like I am on a different planet and my husband is frustrated with me because he says I won’t
“try” to get into it. I just do not enjoy it as much as he does….I can’t help it. I guess I need to work on being content because I don’t want a divorce. With the farm and all the equipment etc it would take forever to settle from a divorce anyway. Well thanks for reading this and letting me get my feeling out.

I feel trapped right now, but I am not sure if I would describe it as a “station”. Over the past twenty years I have taken on an identity that heavily involves every facet of my life and my family’s. I am a minister, but facing some serious inner conflict right now because I am thinking of stepping down and pursuing a secular career. If I choose to do this, it may turn my church, family, and friends upside-down. No doubt, there would be disappointment, discouragement, and probably anger. I have been weighing the pro’s and con’s over and over for the past two years, but haven’t made up my mind yet.

No. I knew I was going places. I did.

I’ve always felt trapped. Trapped in my own limitations, depression, despair and poverty. My life has been cursed. I’ve had happy days and times when the future looked bright, but everything crashes down due to my attention deficit disorder, PTSD, and absent common sense. Nothing works for me. I have talents, but I can’t capitalize on them. I’m a very social guy forced to live alone.