Interesting replies. Thanks guys.
For me, I think it may be an extreme reaction to having been formerly so cynical and jaded...which on one hand I still am, but there's this other part of me which wants so badly to believe people and be able to trust them, even though the cynic in me knows that people are full of shit and not to believe anything? I just get so sick of the cynic in me. I know it has value to me, but I hate not being able to trust anyone or anything I hear or see. I think it is also as you said Junebug, that our ability to process information becomes almost stunted, so we cling to whatever we are told. I have felt so crumpled at times...like paper that's been scrunched up and thrown away. Sometimes it feels like I am a little girl again and I don't know how to think for myself, so I listen too much to others and place what they say above my own authority...which I find really upsetting, because I am such an independent soul who likes to think deeply about things and come to my own conclusions...but I didn't always. I was sent to Catholic schools and they don't really nurture in people the ability to think critically. School is mostly about telling people what to think IMO. I feel like I have reverted back to that person, and I don't like it one bit! I also get teased about it by friends, and they look at me like I'm stupid. Even a male friend I know, who claims to have ptsd himself and 'should' understand, makes fun of me for this??
This 'vulnerable' aspect of me, I think she pretends that everything she hears is reliable, because the thought that I am being deceived is just too much for me, I have literally been in agony by the thought that I cannot trust anyone. My father used to play tricks on me and play on my gullibility when I was younger...telling me tall stories, which for the most part were harmless, I think...though one day he actually video taped me approaching a fig netting which he'd told me was the web of a giant spider that lived under the house:rolleyes:. Now, to my defense, I knew he was making it up straight away, but it really did look like a real spiders web, and I just HAD to check it out...so I took a closer look. I didn't know that dad was filming me from my bedroom and laughing at me. I don't know if that is just a harmless joke on his part, or if he is just twisted?:D
I want to find a healthy balance, and I guess stumbling through the dark trying to find that healthy discernment, where I trust myself to trust those who I feel are reliable and know what they are talking about and have researched the subject (whatever it may be)...and just be logical about it, instead of almost automatically reacting in a gullible way, so I don't have to face the possibility that I am being lied to or that even though the person sounds like they know what they are talking about (doesn't everyone like to sound like they know what they are talking about...even if they don't)
Trusting myself is a really huge thing for me to re-learn, since I lost that important part of me when I made some bad decisions and choices, and went with a person who then sexually assaulted me, while I was on anti depressive medication. I was vulnerable, and he took advantage of that vulnerability instead of leaving me alone. He was selfish and self-serving...and he has no idea of the damage his selfishness caused me, nor does he care to know.