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Personal Narrative: My Fear Of Self-Disclosure
There are many influences on emotional behavior like personality, culture, gender, social convention, and more, but one that I have a constant struggle with and try to address, is fear of self-disclosure, which means the fear of revealing information about himself or herself to another and risk unpleasant consequences. I'm one of those people that tries to be honest all the time, but deep down I usually don't disclose really deep personal things about me. It's not that I'm afraid of what people will think because people will always judge. I'm not here to please everyone, just the people I care about. It's that I personally feel vulnerable. I don't want to show vulnerability in front of others. I do disclose personal information about myself

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