I think our reluctance to make eye-contact is not only a reasonable fear, but very probably a healthy one. After all, they say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. So what can we expect from a world that sees our soul, and sees that it has been "sensitized", and looks "raw", and "wary", due to our traumatic revelation of the world as a dangerous, threatening place?
They say humans are "sight hunters"--that different animals base the framework of their perception around their most heightened sense. And that ours is sight. Could it be, then, that this sensitized, traumatized look in the eye is the human version of a "bared neck"---drawing predators out of the woodwork? Could this be responsible for the phenomenon of "revictimization"--the statistical fact that those with a history of trauma tend to become the victims of later traumas at an incredibly higher incidence than those without trauma?
Maybe it's some primal, visceral knowledge, more deeply seated than our conscious minds have access to...that in eye-contact, we are revealing a vulnerable soul, walking around with necks bared, in a threat-rich environment, and unable to draw them in behind an adequately convincing facade that would enable us to "pass" in a world that views vulnerability as a liability to be preyed upon.
At one time I would have given anything to rid myself of vulnerability. All vulnerability. To not only wear armor, but become armor, with no interior to attack. But that's a brittle strength, at best--and a lifeless one. All assumed armor is, after all.
I've realized that real strength comes from the quiet knowledge of competency arising from experience in battle. And that can only come through joining the battles rather than withdrawing from them. Not battling the world. But battling the inner war of my own demons.
In avoiding the battle in hopes of remaining safe, instead, I rob myself of that opportunity--the gradual building of muscle and confidence that comes not only through winning in battles fought, but through knowing that, even I've lost one today, I fought my best, and will return tomorrow, undaunted--all the stronger and wiser for it.