I also found that thearpists were acting much more than I was, and that drove much of the weirdness. If anything I was too real and too open.

For me the basic problem was -- I was placed into what was essentially a bizarrre and aberrant social situation, and expected to be real. Not just real, but bare it all. And if I didn't cough up my secrets to the cyborg-like figure across from me, there was something wrong with me. It was misplaced trust that got me in trouble, not failure to be real.