That is wonderful story, so much so for doing anything sudorific to traverse that wall of fear… Actually in this case it might have been :
Sudorific - relating to or causing sweating 
So I wonder once ‘Vineeto’ lost ‘her’ inhibitions via naïve unbridled enjoyment of sexuality and sensuality was that the end of feeling like a fraud for ‘her’?
What was it like for ‘Vineeto’ once ‘she’ had stepped out from control to interact with Richard? Did that fear of “what he could discover” disappear?
I wonder if this is the direction of the remaining inhibitions for ‘me’ - that there is this shame or fear of knowing that ‘I’ am a fraud. That somehow ‘I’ am ashamed of ‘being’. ‘I’ am ashamed of ‘my’ fear aggression, nurture and desire.
It’s like as long as this shame is in place ‘I’ cannot ‘be’ naivete, because ‘I’ have something to hide. And it is weird because it is ‘my’ fear, aggression, nurture and desire which ‘I’ am hiding and yet in the process of it ‘I’ blame the body? I can see this with the repression of sexuality, in that ‘I’ am the only dirty thing about sexuality and yet the body with it’s delicious functions was blamed.
This seems important, because how can ‘I’ self-immolate if ‘I’ am still playing some game of pretence, if ‘I’ am dissociating from ‘my’ roots.