Was Your Inner Skeptic Starved?

...when you were growing up? I think mine was. Deceit filled my head with a lot of strange beliefs that the adults knew were false but apparently didn't care to correct. I remember having skeptical thoughts from an early age, but they were usually dismissed ("You can't prove my _____ doesn't exist") or discouraged ("Every time someone says, 'I do not believe in fairies,' somewhere there is a fairy that falls down dead," "If you don't believe in Gosh, you'll be Darned to Heck"). This could go on for a while, but I'll keep it short.

What about you? Were your parents and other adults in your life honest with you, or did they often lie to you or gaslight you? Did they encourage you to question things before you believed them, or didn't they?

If you were afraid of monsters in the dark, did they walk you through it to show you that there was nothing to be afraid of, or did they make up even stranger things like magical charms and rituals to keep the imaginary monsters away? Or did they simply repeat to you that there were no monsters and you should stop worrying and go back to bed?

Could "the doubting disease" have resulted from the inner skeptic receiving little or no attention or love, and therefore no direction?

I don´t have OCD, but most certainly obsessional tendencies, i.e. sticking to rigid routines that serve no real purpose, excessive worrying, intrusive thoughts.

I´ve always been very inquisitive and skeptical as well as anxious about all kinds of things.

What about you? Were your parents and other adults in your life honest with you, or did they often lie to you or gaslight you? Did they encourage you to question things before you believed them, or didn't they?

My questions were usually answered. They would oftentimes lack detail, though, or seem unrelated to what I had been aiming at so I would ask again, this time clarifying what I would like to know. But even after my question was answered again and in more detail it would still not be precise enough for me or another question would arise. At some point the person I kept asking would get tired of it and tell me to stop either directly with words or indirectly, i.e. sarcasm, excessive eye-rolling and sighing.

My dad would skip the answering part and would start with the sarcasm right away, though.

If you were afraid of monsters in the dark, did they walk you through it to show you that there was nothing to be afraid of, or did they make up even stranger things like magical charms and rituals to keep the imaginary monsters away? Or did they simply repeat to you that there were no monsters and you should stop worrying and go back to bed?

They mostly told me there was nothing to worry about but would offer to stay with me for a while until I had fallen asleep. I remember my mum and grandma looking under my bed with me to make sure there was nothing. My mum used to tell me that drinking a glass of water after having woken from a bad dream would make it go away. I still didn´t feel comforted a lot of the times and remained scared. After some time there was nothing much they could do anymore and just told me I should go to bed and that there was nothing wrong so I figured talking to anyone about it was just a waste of everyone´s time and that I would have to help myself.

Again, my dad skipped the first part and just told me to go to bed. Any need for comfort was then ignored or complained about.

I just noticed that I have felt let down a great deal of times.

Wow very though euhmmm

My parents didnt say anything, when i was afraid of monsters in the dark i never told them so tey never told me anything.

They dont know when i am worrying, i never tell them how i feel.

When i ask something like fairys they would just have said "there are no fairys" or when i was young they would have said "yes dont say they dont exist or they will die"

To less of love ?hmmm idk
I only talk to them when i ask something like "can i have a cookie" or "can i go play outside" and on and on.