Sometimes, I think this lie, told to me with all the good intentions and love of family and friends, may be the root of my problems.
You're a good boy. You're a smart boy. There's someone out there for you. Just work hard and it'll all work out. You're funny. People are all good at heart. Etc, etc, etc.
I've always said as a youth and college kid, "just tell me, good or bad, just tell me exactly what happened."
Or something like that.