I’m sure there have been many posts here on vulnerability, but please permit me to add to the list. This might end up being a bit long, forgive me. I will try to sum it up as briefly as possible.
Some context on me: 26 years old, depression for 5+ years, therapy for 1.5 years, meds for 1 year, parents divorced at 9, dad narcissist, mom severely depressed and emotionally distant all my life due to childhood sexual abuse, I have always had a deep empathy and desire to help so I unconsciously exhausted myself emotionally constantly by trying to help my mom feel better (which was impossible for therapists, how much more so for a child) while also being starved of emotional connection, and basically ended up finishing the job by unconsciously, directly and indirectly self sabotaging everything that could have been good in my life. Phew.
Contributing factors: I am terrified and largely incapable of choosing to be truly vulnerable. TERRIFIED. I compensate by presenting a false “me” and sort of molding and adapting to become what I think might be most likely to be accepted by others. My fear of vulnerability has throughout my life led me to make terrible choices and do many things of various degrees that I now regret deeply and which now, in addition to the internalization of worthlessness that happened in my young mind during my childhood, have led to a deeply ingrained self hatred and detest which in my subconscious, and much of the time my conscious mind, is completely correct and based on sound logic.
My problem: Vulnerability as I understand it is the act or choice of opening up or showing an undefended part of yourself and therefore being at risk of being hurt, damaged or negatively impacted by another. This is illustrated by a warrior who lets down his shield because he chooses to trust someone, leaving himself at risk of direct attack and pain. I feel sick when I think of the person I am inside. A hugely dominant part of me hates, truly hates who I am. How can I choose to show something to someone I hope will care, when what I have to show is so horrid in my mind? How can I trust someone not to hurt me when I have been so deeply hurt consistently by so many people that were supposed to love me in my past, and when there is a legitimate risk of someone else feeling the same way as I do, or rejecting me in one of the infinite possible ways? And besides that, how can I do something that will potentially be so kind and beneficial, to someone (myself) that I hate so much...?
The exponential nature of the problem: The longer I remain in this state the more reasons I have for hating myself. I remain a coward. It is further confirmed that I am alone, and that I hate myself, and that it will never change. It becomes harder to take action.
I’ve gotten to the point now where I have barely any confidence that change is even possible for my, that I will ever find solace or rest... I doubt that this post will even help... but for some reason part of me still tries.
So I appeal to you, strangers and fellow inhabitants of this dismal existence, to share your solutions. Maybe the puzzle isn’t impossible to solve. Maybe... maybe something better is possible for me.