The following was submitted by an introvert whose mother clearly doesn’t understand that being an introvert isn’t a problem to be fixed.
Hello my fellow readers, I have been reading this blog for a while and I decided to ask an important question about introversion.
I am a proud introvert like many of us here, but one of the biggest stressors in my life is my mother. She claims to have raised me to be happy go lucky and to smile a lot. Sure I am happy, but I don’t feel like broadcasting it.
This makes no sense to her. For years she has pushed me to be more outgoing and social, when I started college she encouraged me to go to the bars.
When we go to family dinners, I talk to people, hold hands for the prayer, get my food and go to some other room and watch TV. This also bothers her.
She wants me to be closer to the rest of my family, “leave it to beaver” closer. I can’t do that. Its not me. For the longest time, before I knew what being an introvert really meant, she had me convinced that I was a pessimistic, reclusive hermit who lived on top of a mountain.
Now I have a clearer idea of who and what I am. I feel that the relationship between myself and my mother would be easier if I could get her to really understand. How do I go about doing so?
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