trust and honesty

I want people to stop psychoanalyzing me. I see a counsellor for this. I go to meetings to remind me I am still in recovery and to be of service to others. I am studying psychology, for fuck’s sake. I read hundreds of pages on psychotherapy, psychoanalysis, socio-dynamics on one’s psychology, abnormalities, maladaptive behaviors, diagnosis, treatment and recovery. Through this I get my fair share of self-analysis and evaluation. I know what my problems are and I have a more intimate relationship with them than you do. My closest friendships are built on honesty and trust. These components breed an ability to be vulnerable. Vulnerability means that I am willing to share my weaknesses with another. Not because I need their advice in any capacity or even their comfort. Like I said, I know a fuck of a lot more about psychotherapy and treatment than you do. I go to them because I simply trust them enough to be vulnerable with them. I get something from the mutuality that disclosure provides. But you know what breaks that trust sooner than anything? You know what repulses me from another human like oil and water? -Someone trying to tell me what my business is. Someone trying to tell me what my weaknesses and defects are. Sure, accountability is important. I am glad my friends are honest with me enough to tell me if I am in error or in danger. But they do so selectively and very, very carefully and most importantly they do it solely out of love for me. They have no motives behind it. For them to use my weaknesses as tools to manipulate me or to veil that manipulation with honesty would be a fucking travesty to our relationship.