33 Shocking Habits Former Inmates Couldn’t Escape Even After Freedom
Ever watch those movies where someone struts out of prison, greeted by a mysterious figure from their past or future, kicking off a whirlwind of thrilling escapades? Reality check: life after prison isn’t quite the Hollywood blockbuster we imagine. Instead, it’s a tricky dance of shedding prison-born habits that cling on long after the gates slam shut behind you. Some folks sadly fall back into old patterns, but for many who genuinely want a fresh start, breaking free from the psychological shackles of incarceration is pure grit work. Redditors have bravely laid bare their post-prison quirks—from waking up at the crack of dawn out of habit, to hoarding toilet paper like it’s gold, to that bizarre, lingering fear of simple things like kitchen knives. Prison reshapes you, often in unexpected ways. So, what’s it really like to unlearn these tough-as-nails habits when freedom finally rings? Ready to find out the peculiar and poignant ways former inmates navigate the world outside? LEARN MORE.
How many times have we seen such a plot in movies – a person leaves the prison gates, then someone from their previous life or someone from their future life approaches – and a series of exciting adventures begins. Real life, unfortunately, is completely different from what we see on the screen…
When released from prison, some people unfortunately return to crime, but even for those who sincerely try to live a decent life again, this process is not at all smooth, simply because prison is a completely different world that leaves an imprint on everyone who has been there. And the redditors in this thread open up about the prison habits that invariably accompanied them or their acquaintances after their release.
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I did almost seven years. Been out two years. I’m 35. From Wisconsin. Wisconsin has a law called “Truth in Sentencing”, You do 100% of your time. There are multiple head counts where the guards make sure that all of the inmates are accounted for. Every morning at 5:00 a.m. I felt like I was doing something wrong if I slept past 5:00 a.m. It took me almost six months before I slept past 5:00. Even now, 6:00 a.m. is sleeping in for me. It has allowed me to never be late to work, and show up everyday. I was a drug dealer with no work ethic, and I slept until noon. Ironically, I am more successful than I ever thought I would be because of this habit. I actually just got poached by another company who offered me a 150% salary increase. Nice to see you, new tax bracket. In two years, I have become a model parolee. My life is great. I married my wife last September. I go to therapy for a multitude of conditions that manifested while I was a guest of the state. I was diagnosed with general and social anxiety disorder, and PTSD. I was out a few months and I had a panic attack. I had no idea what was happening to me. I was literally paralyzed and afraid. I thought prison ruined me. It made me a better person in general. I am not praising Wisconsin DOC by any means. The guards dehumananized the inmates and treated us like pure garbage with no hope. They always told people “You’ll be back”. I won’t be back. People that go back produce job security. They want people to come back so they do what they can to steal your dreams. I changed myself. Prison allowed me to step back and really look at my life. I saw who I hurt. I saw who was there for me. I saw who abandoned me. I became focused on change after my third year. I contemplated suicide because I wasn’t even half done with my sentence. After I seriously thought about hanging my life up I committed myself to being the best human being I could be. I revolted by behaving, teaching myself things, and being positive. My life is now amazing. I’m surrounded by people who love me and support me. All of the “ex cons” reading this, and people just interested in this thread, that label is b******t. We are human beings with feelings. We can change. Stay positive and stay hopeful. Never give up. All of my fellow Redditor’s, one love.
I didn’t use a fork for a few weeks. Ate everything with a spoon without thinking. It’s not the most interesting thing but I hadn’t noticed it posted here.
staring at sharp things. Like theres no desire to use them innapropriatly but you are just kinda shocked they’re there and available for use. You might be suprised what qualifies as a sharp object. I remember whenever someone tried to hand me a knife or something to cut veggies Id be afraid to touch it. Glass was the biggest thing though, just mirrors in all the bathrooms. real ones. I could s**** that s**t and have a big jagged weapon, i cant believe this italian restraunt has such a dangerous thing in their bathroom. stopping thinking of objects as weapons is hard















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