I suppose the main one as to losing any identity would be in being so divergent from what my mother was, since she was as good an example as I could have wanted to be, and it hasn't taken too much to keep to what I think she would have wanted even though there have been some bad times. I seem to have come through these as well as I might have hoped, and often better than I might have supposed.What is most crucial to your identity? For example, what would you say it is that motivates most of your life that without it you'd lose your sense of self? How would other people who know you answer this? What would it take for you to no longer recognise yourself?
I think I've only ever asked what others thought about me whilst a youth, and since I've rarely had to try to make friends the issue doesn't bother me that much. Looking back, there have been times when I would have said - this is just not you - but fortunately I did come through and did recognise what was going on, even if a bit later than it should have done.
Mr Motivator left the house many decades ago, so there isn't much left other than trying to understand all that I see and experience, and try to be less judgmental than I might be, given that the world isn't seemingly going in any of the directions I would like it to be going.