It gives you a sick feeling in your stomach. You want to defend yourself, but you feel the tears welling up and you know that if you talk, if you say anything, you will just make it ten times worse. You are constantly thinking, even in your sleep of how great it would be to have a Saint Hill Size org. It means everything to you. But you can't even think of that right now. Your brain freezes solid on the injustice of this accusation, invalidation, humiliation. Plus you'll make an ass of your self for crying in front of your daughter, who is standing there watching you. So you say "Yes sir" and try to keep tears from coming in to your eyes and your head from exploding.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY???"
"YES SIR!"
"GOOD!"
After enduring enough of this, you get worn down and convinced that you are truly a DB who is trying to destroy his org, and that everything you do is probably suppressive.
At that point, SRAs seem normal to you.
And you begin to look like Helena Kobrin.