I can say of myself that I am a pretty naive person. I tend to believe spontaneously people when they tell me something.

I can also say of myself that I am relatively slow to understand. I tend do ask naive questions when the meaning of something is not clear to me.

I happen to be mocked for this.
For a long time, I believed that I was the issue. I did not have enough legitimacy. I did not have enough culture. My questions were poorly phrased. I was simply not enough.
However, despite my auto-repression self protective system not to look dumb, a part of me would occasionally find the crack to let a silly question go out.

It was only when I was able to go over the embarrassment phase, when I found the courage to insist, or even ask further questions to understand better, that I could realize that the person in front of me actually did not have the answers. That their understanding was quite superficial. And that their mocking was essentially their own protective system, a reverse mirror of mine.
Those experiences, first unconscious, are what let this part of me keep a tiny room.

As I become more mature emotionally, I can see it with more clarity. Accept it. Stand by it. Love it. I even chose to give it more space.

We should never be afraid to ask questions.