A sheltered upbringing is catastrophic to a person's ability to handle stress. My entire adult life has been defined by struggling to come to grips with unpleasant truths that I learned way later than would have been beneficial. Things like death, injustice, powerlessness, loss, etc.
You know my problem? I feel too much. I'm hyper sensitive to suffering, especially in other people. Any kind of intense emotion is stressful. I swath myself in darkness as a means to control it, or ward it off. I'm a vegetarian with a bleeding heart, cocooned inside decades of emitional scars and calluses. Meh, fuxk me, I ain't special.