Being human means being vulnerable, and incarceration forces that recognition.

Evidence

Prison was mostly a terrible tedium that promoted an inconsolable apathy. You stopped caring. She would lie on her bed for days on end, thinking about her feelings. She felt demeaned and humbled. She’d had setbacks in the past, but she had never been this sad, this powerless, this misunderstood. She contemplated hurting herself. She considered suicide. She had never felt more human, and she discovered that being human means being vulnerable. — Moustafa Bayoumi, How Does It Feel to Be a Problem? Being…, 100