Canada

Years went by. I had two sons, and my beliefs became more entrenched. I stopped engaging in conversation with people on the other side of the debate—they treated me like I was a danger to society. No one listened. No one sat down with me and said, “I hear you, I understand your fears, but here’s what we know.” And you can’t have a productive conversation if one side is talking down and the other is emotionally cornered. There was never space for me to explain the root of my fear.

So, I pulled closer to the people who treated me like I mattered. That’s how it starts. Not with a rejection of science, but with a crack in the trust. And, inevitably, someone else is there to fill the gap.

That's about as honest an answer I've ever read.