I’m ND. When I was very young I knew a very charming family. I trusted them absolutely and received many verbal assurances from them about how much they liked me.
Then there were some small signs (little comments from kids, eye rolls, forgetting a basic courtesy) that they didn’t like me that much after all. I felt so ashamed of myself and blamed myself for years for being so unlikeable to this very nice family.
My guess is that within their group I was a bit of a joke.
If I hadn’t been so sensitive to rejection I would’ve stayed friends with them and just changed my ways over time until we all got along better. But oh the shame!
I think it has stayed in my mind because there was one of me and five of them.