I really, really get this. Like I come from a WASPs (White Anglo Saxon Protestants) who lived in the suburbs with a 3bd/ 2bth ranch house with attached garage. Church every Sunday and a chicken dinner with all the fixings afterwards. The rose bushes were the envy of the neighborhood and the grass was cut every week. The kitchen yielded home baked cookies and pies, and all the neighborhood kids played in the yard. But I am autistic, trans, and an atheist. I never fit into that world past age six.