“Trust me, I know what’s best for you”, I must have heard it a million times. And of course, I did trust them, it, her or him. It was only after realizing the ones in authoritarian positions oftentimes don’t know what the hell they’re talking about. I am mostly referring to doctors here.
I think my growing up in a household where you did what you were told without asking why is to blame. “Just do it” or “because I said so” tends to catch up with you as a parent, so that’s probably another reason why they were adamant.
As a child, I trusted everything–stray animals, eating berries that looked delicious but made you sick, climbing onto that small branch on the tree, knowing sure, I can ride a bike, horse, etc, the water isn’t deep here, dangling on an old rope swing–all lessons in life. It was going out of my little corner into high school where my first mental hurt occurred. A seemingly best friend stole something of mine and that was when I became aware not everyone is trustworthy.
Still, even at the age of 73, I trust maybe more than I should. My daughter would then look at me and say, what? It makes me laugh because also at my age I don’t have much to lose. Besides, I need to keep her on her toes!😃