My therapist made me realize I’ve never actually had a “safe person”
A while ago, my therapist told me (M26) something that genuinely changed the way I see my life. She told me “You cannot fully heal in complete emotional isolation.”
We’re doing Schema Therapy, and for the first time I’m beginning to understand how much damage chronic emotional suppression can do to a person.
I’m Iranian and I grew up in an environment where self expression was always reciprocated with harsh punishment. By the way, to add insult to injury, I’m gay. my homosexuality has only worsened my situation; as you know, Iran is one of the (if not the most) deadliest countries for gays.
So for me, humor, spontaneity, softness, vulnerability and basically happiness felt dangerous very early on. Over time, I became extremely hyper-vigilant and emotionally self-censoring. I learned how to appear composed, serious, untouchable. People often perceive me as calm or intimidating, but internally I’ve spent years operating like someone constantly waiting for emotional danger. If you’ve watched the series “Desperate Housewives”, Bree’s character basically sums me up.
The strange thing is that therapy IS helping.
A lot, actually.
I no longer hate myself the way I used to. I’m less internally violent toward myself. I understand now that many of my behaviors were survival mechanisms, not personality flaws.
But we recently hit a wall in therapy:
I genuinely do not have a safe person in my life.
No one I can consistently trust emotionally.
No one I can fully unmask around.
No one whose presence makes my nervous system feel calm instead of alert.
And apparently at some point, healing stops being purely internal work. Human beings need emotionally safe connection. The nervous system needs evidence that not every relationship will eventually become humiliating, controlling, invasive, or unsafe.
So now I’m in this very strange position where I’m trying to learn safe connection almost from zero as an adult.
I’m Iranian, and being gay in a small town makes me stand out in ways that have often made social environments feel psychologically exhausting. I think years of feeling misunderstood, watched, stereotyped, or emotionally “othered” made me retreat deeply into myself. I became hyper independent, private, and self-contained… which protected me, but also isolated me.
I used to work as a freelancer English tutor until the government shut down the internet and now internet is being sold for astronomical prices, and my being here just goes to show how urgent my situation is.
I’m not posting this for pity or attention; I’m just asking:
Has anyone here ever had to build the concept of “safe connection” completely from scratch as an adult?
And if you did, how did you find your people without losing yourself in the process?