In my life, I've always been in a position where I have very little freedom or control over anything in my life. When I was little, it was being forced to go to school with other kids who I couldn't relate to and hated me even though I never even messed with them, my brother and my father both ditching me at critical points in my life, and a mother who was becoming increasingly protective and overbearing as she began to worry about the bullying situation and the quality of the schools I was in. In adolescence, it was the home schooling, the fact that I rarely ever got to interact with other kids my age outside of the structured setting of a pre-college program...and still not being able to properly relate to anyone (my mom didn't join one of those home school support groups, she just went it alone), struggling and failing to get a first job, and my Asperger's diagnosis (which was absolutely freaking devastating, and I still haven't completely healed from the blow). As an adult, it's been even more constant failure at trying to find work (yes, even following the insane and confusing amount of advice about navigating the job hunting process), the absolute disaster that was my first try at college (I got attacked for no reason by one of my suite mates, which traumatized me so bad I could barely mentally function for a good year after that), and being trapped living at home with my parents because of my constant failures at trying to find work. (Yes, my life is a dumpster fire. Roll your eyes or shake your head, just don't try and lecture me with "Oh, you have more control than you think," because it's a load of garbage. I've exercised all of the control that I could over every situation, worked hard all my freaking life, the only thing in my way is other people and their hang-ups, prejudices, and selfishness. Hard work, effort, brains, and talent don't get you anywhere if other people don't either help you do what you're trying to do or get out of your way and let you do what needs to be done.)
When I play a Sims game, I finally have the control. I make the rules. I control the world. I determine failure or success without needing the support or approval of other people who are older, or richer, or more popular than I am. I'm the queen. I. Am. God. I do what I want, and no one can get in my way. No one can hurt me. No one can abandon me. No one can hold me back. No one can judge me as defective or weak or weird or unworthy. It's my world and these sims are living in it, and I can make their lives as happy or hard as I like. I can give them a million bucks in starting money, build them an awesome mansion, and let them just hang out all day being a bunch of bums. I can make them start out with no money, living out of a tent or a shack, and slowly build themselves up with hard work and determination to live a comfortable and happy life. There, my ASD doesn't matter. My age doesn't matter. My gender doesn't matter. Only my will matters. It's a relaxing outlet in a life where I'm constantly being blocked and dragged around and pushed around and beaten down and ignored and rejected by this horrendous society that I've been forced to have to try and live in, a society that gives me a headache every day with how stupid and cruel and ignorant and selfish and childish and shallow and cliquish and broken it all is...especially now. Everything I've known about American society for my whole life has been laid so bare by this coronavirus crisis that even the rosiest tinted glasses in the world can't filter out all the filth and scum now...and yet the people in charge are still acting like infantile fools instead of FINALLY BEING GROWN-UPS FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THEIR MISERABLE LITTLE LIVES!!!
...But, when I play, I can forget about the foolishness. I can forget about the cruelty. I can forget about the childishness and the cliquishness and the greed and the selfishness and the shallowness and the apathy and all of that other stuff that makes my brain melt with rage and despair. I can relax, take control, and actually control the world instead of just futilely struggling to make things for myself and others better and happier while a gang of arsonists sprays everything with gasoline and flamethrowers.
...And, breathe...