I can relate to what everyone is saying.........probably too much. I keep people at a distance, and when I haven't, during the worst of my flooding when I first got into therapy...........the people that 'knew' about me, trashed me big time.
It's enough to really want to stay a hermit. So I have to remind myself that good people are out there and they do exist and it is my right as a human being to allow people to care about me.
I too found it miserable, even after 4 years with the same therapist, to even allow myself the tiniest thought that she might care about me. I can care about so many other people, to the point of hurting myself, but to think that someone might actually care about me is just not even in my realm.
I literally just don't know what it is I think because I've never truly experienced it. I've chosen people to be in my life who tried to destroy me because that is the only thing that I knew.
Now, I'm trying to learn differently. Having a support system, letting people in who actually might care.........well.........it's all new stuff to me! Like I have no point of reference! It is truly bizarre feeling.........I'm still detached, just playing it one day at a time with relationships..........hanging in there and telling myself at any moment I can go back to hermithood if I chose.
So, baby steps I guess is the answer.............and chose people carefully, very carefully.