OK. I too, like many others here, am a survivor of childhood abuse (nc for around 12 years).
So please don't think I'm being dismissive in my responses. They are coming from a place of experience 😉
I didn't talk about my childhood/upbringing/family for years. I felt huge shame and felt people would judge me for what had happened to me and how my life looked as a result. I felt looks, questions, comments were judgements.
Ultimately, I lived in a very middle class area, my children went to very middle class schools where many people seemed to live quite charmed lives. My friends were doctors, head teachers, accountants... I felt very judged even though none of them knew anything beyond the very superficial about me.
My perception of others changed after I went out for dinner one evening with the only woman who knew anything about the real me - abuse; homelessness etc. She told me that she'd been out with the others recently and I'd come up in conversation. The gist of it was that they liked me but found it hard to get close to me because I was such a closed book - they knew nothing about me. But, crucially, they all quietly admired me for my somewhat unconventional lifestyle and loved me for my quirkiness. They didn't see that it was down to a combination of abuse or the invisible disability I was diagnosed with in my early 40s. They were intrigued by my ability to reject 'social norms' and expectations.
After that, I opened up to a couple of them and found no judgement, only acceptance.
I'm not trying to dismiss your experience but things aren't always as they seem.
Who are the people who know and understand you?