Childhood introversion (being reserved and possibly autistic)

[@cevita66]

Hello Ms Ingrid, You are awesome 😎 because you open yourself a lot and that has to take courage. I weeped 😭 relating to you on so called friends misunderstanding me. Yep that's me too. You're poem is precious. When i see old photos of me i feel compassion for her because she was deaf with only fifty percent hearing. 😢 So when i verbally speak up now it still takes tremendous courage to do so. And when a person sends me mixed signals it confuses me. When an individual lies to me when i ask if im saying too much. That new friend ends the budding friendship. Yep, i feel your pain. But i dont like that you jave a bossy friend. Please be a friend to yourself first. Be your own best friend. And then people may begin to respect you. ❤😢

[@vondelpete]

I mean, I resonated a lot with the childhood introversion. Like you humming that song ha, while being in your own world. I have this weird memory of being put in a judo class by my mum, and I left after only two classes since I was a joke - we had to stand on our heads as an exercise but once on my head, I went into a dreamworld and couldn't be shook out of it. By the time I stopped standing on my head, everyone's parents had arrived to pick everyone up. But yeah I felt pretty embarrassed. Apparently I was super quiet as a kid and didn't really have friends - I guess this was mainly a thing right up until I was 12. It's like we were just super-INFP as kids, especially those early years - living in that dreamworld and entering into it so easily. Oh and that laughing thing too, I remember being in trouble for that. Sigh.

[@radishraven9]

@@vondelpete oh wow, and that judo teacher didn't try to stop you standing on your head? I have never been able to stand on my head, but I'd guess it would feel pretty uncomfortable after a while. I guess you are right we are extra infp-like as children lol 😊

[@gorvo31]

Hey Ingrid, I must say this video was quite emotional for me, partly seconding Dulles here to an extent, feeling like am hearing one's childhood in review. I was fortunate that there was usually one other kid at various times during childhood, almost like they were sent my way if only briefly, who was also shy and sensitive...who "got it" too. Otherwise was pretty alone through all this. Sounds like we both turned out alright overall even if of course, working out some things. We're "works in progress" still drawing from our roots and interior antecedents. 🙂Thanks as always for sharing. -Carm

[@radishraven9]

@@gorvo31 I'm sorry you were also pretty alone, apart from some friend here or there... yes it turned out ok in the end 😊

[@sicparvismagna1294]

Hi Ingrid, I wrote a long comment, as always but somehow it didn't show up. Will try to recomment but If I can't then thanks for sharing and take care.

[@dulles1969]

Our histories are waaayy too similar for comfort Ingrid. 🥲 One key difference, I had the good fortune of growing up in a tiny village up until 3rd grade (moved to US). The teachers were not mean. And a harsh truth: being a boy that age with those qualities probably played in my favor. And yes! People taking my responses the wrong way... that happened with a co-worker just last week...

[@radishraven9]

@@dulles1969 oh I'm sorry you relate 😪 where did you grow up before the US? 😮

[@dulles1969]

@@radishraven9 I grew up in rural southern Germany, in a little farm village. It was a dreamy childhood, with the extended family of grandparents, aunts and uncles all close by, and supportive. So I think those circumstances were soo much easier than you had it. Then we moved away when I was nine, and coming to the US was a very different experience.