Deep Space Nine, season one: "The Forsaken."
Odo, a shapeshifter, is trapped in a turbolift with Ambassador Troi, much to his chagrin. He resists all her attempts at connection and affection, but he is quickly running up against the time limit for his ability to hold his shape. When he can't take it any longer, Troi shows him her wig to prove that she won't ridicule him or be uncomfortable with his vulnerability.
He finally says, "I can't hold on."
She replies, "Let go. I'll take care of you."
I find that scene and exchange very meaningful, big. All of my interactions involve masks and constructs. There is rarely a moment that I am genuinely me. It's simply never been in the cards for me throughout life. During the bad moments, I self-isolate and retreat into a corner, alone. To have someone see you at your worst and weakest, and to simply embrace that and accept you... Well, that's significant.
People are quick to say they can be trusted. They are quick to say they want the real you. They want to believe they can be, that they really do want that. But it never ends up being true. Inevitably, I am always too much. Inevitably, the "real me" is intolerable.