As a self-taught coder, two of my (supposed) comforts are the intelligence and formal education of my peers. I mean, they literally went to school for this! They graduated, and then behold!, the depth of their expertise is such that they were hired on as Serious Professional Coders. It’s a big comfort blanket I can wrap myself up in, a hint of parental supervision that allows me to kick the football of responsibility upstairs.
And then there is that horrible moment when you find out your parents are mere mortals, warts and all.