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You young people of today...
When I was eight years old, I moved from Oxford, to a gold mining town (Carletonville) in apartheid South Africa. My brother was eight years older than me. He went to university and came back with the red box. At the time, I was a wreck. I had gone through a series of traumas, with the worst two being my difficulty adapting to living in a fascist, racist, fundamentalist state, and surviving sexual abuse by an older boy. I had almost nothing to live for, but that red box gave me a sudden escape. I had already read The Hobbit, and I knew some mythology, but the ability to re-invent myself through D&D hit me with a force that I can still recall. I read the basic and expert rules under the covers with a flashlight, and even a candle, which singed the page with the third level cleric spells on it. It became the best thing in my life, and I naturally wanted to share my discovery with my peers.
Within short order, I was being punched in the gut by children who didn't even know me, spat on from balconies. I had my nine year old head flushed in a used toilet. A teacher confiscated my dice, as evil.
Three older boys grabbed me from the corridoor, into an empty classroom, held me down, and tried to perform an exorcism on me, using latin they probably got from a horror movie. I was sent by the school to a psychiatrist, for atheism, after my notebook was stolen, and handed to the guidance counsellor. I was told by well-meaning adults that I was going to go to hell, and that I had invited Satan into my life. I had one friend. He was also from England, and had the Greyhawk setting, box set. I endured.
In fairness, there was a lot of goofy stuff about my school life. My biology teacher handed out leaflets titled "Is the Kaffir an Ape, or Just a Sub-human?" We had more hours of religious teaching in a week, in my state school, than we had English lessons. We had regular canings and punishment by exercise. My history teacher took pains to explain to the class that carbon dating is a lie from the pit of Hell. Terror of the adversary was mixed in with a stew of white paranoia and the insularity due to sanctions. The panic against D&D was part of wider trends. We had school assemblies about back masking in music, and dire warnings against seeing the James Bond movie "A View to a Kill" because of its immoral and indecent content. (READ kiss between Roger Moore and Grace Jones). D&D was not well known. There were only two kids in the whole town who played it, and we were both Soutpiele
When I was sixteen, I got a break in my circumstances. I was accepted into the drama department of an art school, in the financial capital, Johannesburg. I became a boarder in the hostel, and finally was among people who liked and respected me. The only wrinkle was the Calvinist headmaster. A Mr. Darrell Campbell. He discovered my second edition PHB and DMG in my room. Despite being the edition to neuter the planes and call Devils and Demons Baatezu, and Tanari, he found the game sufficiently objectionable to threaten me with expulsion. Here is a piece of dialogue I still remember:
DC: You are a satanist, then Hoyle? Who else is in this sick cult with you?
TH: Sir, with respect, I am not a satanist. I don't believe in the devil. The devil is a part of Judeo-Christian...
DC: Don't expound your sick philosophies on me boy!
TH: Sir, I am defending myself against an unjust accusation. I am not a satanist.
DC: Then how do you explain THIS! (Produces Dungeon Master's Guide)
I was given my books back two years later. The front cover of the PHB was missing, and there were underlinings in red.
I thought I was in the clear when I left school. Years later, in 2000, my landlord burned my Vampire the Masquerade books, and had the locks changed. He was a police officer. Out of compassion, I didn't press charges, because of his profession, but I took him to small claims court. He lied in court. He said he had not burned my books, and that I was a drug dealer with a grudge. Ironically, I was the only person my age that I knew, in the whole town, who did not smoke dope. I get my kicks from roleplaying.
In the courtroom, I asked him if he was familiar with the commandment to not bear false witness against your neighbour. His reply: "You are not my neighbour"
I think that addresses the OP.