I have serious issues trusting people being bisexual and having HIV, I'm often not comfortable being myself in social situations for the fear I'll be stereotyped. Plus it's destroyed my confidence in finding a female companion, I figure as soon as I say HIV, they're out of here. Most people are undereducated about being HIV undetectable.

That's a good question I used to trust wholeheartedly but not anymore we pick and choose our battles just like we pick and choose what we trust I give everyone a chance until they prove me wrong there are some people out there that I will never trust people that have hurt me used me or lied to me over the past year through counseling I've learned not to be so jaded but I do have my guard up just in case living a life of not trusting everyone is not good for the soul but keep your eyes open don't let anyone make a fool of you I guess what I'm saying is live life don't let anyone or anything stop you from living I used to be so scared all the time cuz I knew I couldn't trust because of being hurt too many times but now I just go on and live and I pick and choose who I let in my life I don't have many people that I can trust and I'm fine with that so please just live!!!!!

There will always be those who are just not good people. Don't let it feel like it just you. They spend there whole life being dishonest. As I've gotten older I just keep mind that they are out there so watch out.

Actualmente tengo problemas para confiar en mí mismo para ser amable, estar en estado de gracia y no herir ni ofender a los demás. Mi experiencia actual es que un sobrino me envió la redacción final de su tesis doctoral. Le pedí el documento porque estaba escribiendo la historia de mi vida en formato viñeta para compartirla con mi familia de sangre. Sorprendentemente, la disertación trataba sobre mí, mi hermano y nuestras familias, tanto inmediatas como extendidas. La disertación trata sobre "la psicología intergeneracional tal como se aplica a los pueblos tlingit (indígenas)". Nunca me consultaron ni me pidieron permiso para que otros pudieran ver mi nombre en un documento. Soy un intento de aborto al nacer o durante el embarazo. Mi hermano y yo fuimos colocados en el sistema de crianza del estado cuando yo tenía 2 años, lo que incluía colocación en orfanatos y varios hogares de crianza. Hay más en esta historia, pero puedes adivinar que mi desconfianza en los demás, específicamente en las personas, comenzó en aquel entonces y sigue siendo la misma hoy. La esencia de la disertación del sobrino está llena de falsedades y exageraciones. Si me hubiera consultado y/o pedido permiso para compartir mi historia, tal vez no me habría sentido ofendida ni enojada. He tenido muchos ejemplos de uso por parte de otros familiares... incluso "amigos". ¡La única persona en la que confío soy YO! Y aun así a veces tengo miedo. Sin embargo, seguir adelante, ser positivo y compartir mi experiencia con este grupo me hace sentir "seguro". Gracias por este espacio seguro.

Currently having an issue of trusting myself to be kind, be in a state of grace, and not hurt/offend others. My current experience is a nephew sent me the final composition of his PhD dissertation. I asked him for the document because I was doing a writing of my life story in bullet format to share with my blood family. Surprisingly, the dissertation was about me, my brother, and our families both immediate and extended. The dissertation is about "intergenerational psychology as it applies to Tlingit (indigenous) people." I was never consulted nor was I asked permission to have my name on a document to be seen by others. I'm an attempted abortion at birth or during pregnancy. My brother and me were placed into the State's foster system when I was age 2 that included placement in orphanages and several foster homes. There's more to this story but you can guess my mistrust in others, people specifically, began back then and remains the same today. THe gist of the nephew's dissertation is full of untruths and exaggerations. If he'd consulted and/or asked permission to share my story, maybe I wouldn't feel offended or angry. I've had so many examples of being used by other relatives...even "friends." The only person I trust is ME! And even then I'm at times afraid. Yet moving forward, being positive, sharing my experience with this group, feels "safe." Thank you for this safe space.