...I would rather be left alone in life because I do not like people and they frighten me.
That's something you'd have in common with Dr Seuss! Not sure if you regard that would be a good thing or bad thing. The bad news is that it may have harmful effects to your psycho-physiology. Good news is that it
might actually make you more productive / creative! (And of course, making you cautious about strangers with candy in a van. Or probably one with a blue box. And stuff.)
But do you really believe that escaping fear, pain and annoyance is the best way to actually conquer them? Just curious. Because so far in your development, at least based on what I observed, your strength of nature depended on your disposition of actively (consciously or not) flinging yourself into horrors time and again. I'm not sure if that would be because the self-controlled flinging appears to be safer than the forceful flinging by other people (well, in a way, it actually is safer because we have full agency to learn from it and device against it; I've done so many times myself, so I can relate to that). I could say that these strengths influencing your instincts are actually trying to
prepare you for similar situations in the future; but your active first resort seems to be simply avoiding the hassle altogether, even if there's just a small percent chance that things may go wrong. This appears to be coming from your lack of trust in humanity altogether, and hence giving you an appearance that nobody, none at all, can ever be trusted (not "trust" in general terms, but "trust" as in your personal openness... er... I can't seem to explain it well, but you can take it either way, and feel free to judge me for it if you feel the need; in any case, you did mention you've allowed others to help you which has helped you get better, so my connotation of "trust" here is a bit different).
But beyond all that, beyond all the things you air here and elsewhere, the fact that you still do take the chance to give someone else a chance in your life still speaks of an undying virtue. Even if that chance is small. That, for me, is your triumph nonetheless.
You know nothing about me.
I concur. Despite the fact we've spoken a lot of times here and elsewhere, despite all the things you've told me and all the things I've known about you without you telling me anything, I'm not quite sure if I -- or anyone, even idioticidioms -- knows you well enough. We know what you've been through, but we can seldom comprehend it. We know what you've lost, but we can seldom
feel it or empathize it, even if some of us want to. That some of us would like to share that pain with you.
But all the same, there are more things you've
gained too, though I'm not sure if you realize that you have. One of the many things, of course, is
perspective.
(P.S.: I have no idea what the discussion between you and idioticidioms was about. I haven't read it, so I'm probably missing context.)