Now that you mention it...this has got me to thinking...

That moment of realization that the social contract you believed yourself to be a party to was an illusion all along is not an easy one.  Allow me to elaborate by way of an, only very tangentially related, anecdote.

As a young man I was working construction.  I was a fucking hard worker.  Busted my ass.  We were screwing down floors in a subdivision when I developed acute carpal tunnel; woke up one day unable to button my pants or do really anything involving my dominant hand.

Was denied any workers comp, not even sure why, I was young and unschooled in advocating for myself.  It sounds ludicrous today...but I really thought the system had my back.

I was very much unable to work at anything I was qualified for at the time and funds became very short.  At some point I needed that last $100 in my bank account to eat, and by "eat" I mean a box of dehydrated spuds and the big handle bottle of Pace picante per week, plus what I could bum off friends and pick up after 1:00AM at the convenience store for $0.25/about to expire cancer burger.

So my social dislocation moment came when my, long awaited, tax return check arrived, a very much needed 4 digit godsend of liquidity.  I rushed straight down to the bank, up to my favorite teller... ... ...to be informed that as I no longer had an active account the instrument from the federal government in my hand was not actually redeemable.

It was hard at the time, but in retrospect I am very glad that I learned this lesson at a young age.