|this image was from a french fabric softener ad|
too busy telling me to go play outside with the other 999 children,
or go join that team for gym, and the excruciating camp
holiday as well. "Why don't you join in like all the other little girls??"
Because I'd rather trim my toenails with an angle grinder. Hello parents?
Did you notice I wasn't fitting in? Did you see me
in the playground, gathering acorns and chatting to trees instead
of joining the rest of the running, chasing, screaming,
arm waving kids?
Clearly not, with the wisdom gained from hindsight and
therapy, my parents' heads were up their bums,
immersed in their own private tragedy. No time for anyone else's.
My tragedy was being shy and introverted.
Not any more! A tragedy, that is. It's how I flourish.
Flourishing is schlepping about the house in pajamas, lost in
my rich, internal universe. Other people are wonderful in small doses,
but without quiet alone time, I get agitated and anxious.
Thank god! I thought I was crazy - even got meds for it,
but I'm still introverted because that's the way the good Lord
made me. Who wants to change? Not me, any more.
|When I decided to get meds journal page|
Just like Audrey Hepburn Albert Einstein, Ghandi, Rosa Parks,
Eleanor Roosevelt and Steve Wozniak, I am an introvert.
guess what, one in three people are too! We are everywhere,
just not as loud as the extroverts.
Our brains actually shrink if we get too much outside input. It's true.
We don't need a lot of external kerfuffle because there's already
heaps happening inside. It's why I feel like I've lost a pint of
blood at some places.
We shut down if there is too much talking and noise going on.
A little bit of Dopamine goes a long way for us. We even have
special pathways in our heads that take longer - presumably to
stop us from saying something stupid, but that bit hasn't
worked for me. Anyway, there is proof.
Introverts are gifted, think deeper, and love spending time on
their own, in pajamas, talking to Bruce who is a gifted listener.
So I've discovered how to flourish.
Declining the customary gathering-of-the-gals, my reason
was I was in my blanket fort. No one said a word. They can
spot a good Friday night activity when they see one.
Flourishing is giving permission to be in a blanket fort
with cups of hot chocolate if that's what I need.
Better still I've learned how to take my blanket fort with me,
and I'm happy to share:
1. In places with too much stimulation and random people like
train stations, earphones are your friend. Preferably plugged into
something so you plug the world out. IPhone twiddling was
invented for you.
2. At parties, strike up a rivetting conversation with the house pet.
Or child. Take your knitting. Somehow knitting makes it OK
not to talk to anyone. Or serve the food, that way you can keep
moving, right out of the door if necessary.
3. At large conventions, either drink lots so you can cope,
or sit near the door for fast exits. If it's dorm sleeping,
consider a tent outside, or write a private note to the organizer
explaining you have a disability and require a single room.
I've actually done this. The organizer spends the entire 3
days trying to find out what your disability is without
having to ask you.
4. Relish the fact you are a fantastic listener. Develop talk inducing
noises, like, "uh huh, and then what happened? and really??"
5. Wear odd clothes or makeup so that only other freaks will
sit at your table. It worked in high school and it works now.
5. Stick up this sign.
The cool blanket fort images can be found here on my pinterest board.
The rest are from previous journals.