When I was in Kindergarten, my teacher recommended that I be put in a special education class, because I wasn’t acting “right” around the other children. I imitated my invalid mother, and I was off in La La Land too much. It confused me. On some level, as young as I was, my intuition was already strong enough to tell me that this meant I wasn’t “normal”.
I was in the class for about a year until the principal, (Thank God), told my family that after talking to me she believed that there was nothing wrong with me. Later on, my family took me to get a CAT scan. A few years after that, when I was about 12 or so, I found the results of the CAT scan and read them. I remember reading the words “in a world of play”. This worried me. I questioned my sanity for about 13 more years.
When I was 25, I found out what the word “introvert” meant. I was angry with people for misunderstanding me. I thought of them as ignorant. I wanted to spread the word about its true meaning so that this would never happen to anyone again. I was isolated from the world. I was lonely, but I thought I was independent because I was an introvert.
It was much much more liberating to find out that I was an INFJ. Everything that I have read about INFJs applies to me. So apparently I’m on the extreme end of the spectrum- to the point where it does not seem like a theory but a fact. I have often wondered about how much of it applies to other people on this forum.
It is very hard for me not to defend myself when I am attacked, but this what I am going to try my best to do. I am going to start turning the other cheek unless there seems to be an important reason to stand up for myself or others.
I was in the class for about a year until the principal, (Thank God), told my family that after talking to me she believed that there was nothing wrong with me. Later on, my family took me to get a CAT scan. A few years after that, when I was about 12 or so, I found the results of the CAT scan and read them. I remember reading the words “in a world of play”. This worried me. I questioned my sanity for about 13 more years.
When I was 25, I found out what the word “introvert” meant. I was angry with people for misunderstanding me. I thought of them as ignorant. I wanted to spread the word about its true meaning so that this would never happen to anyone again. I was isolated from the world. I was lonely, but I thought I was independent because I was an introvert.
It was much much more liberating to find out that I was an INFJ. Everything that I have read about INFJs applies to me. So apparently I’m on the extreme end of the spectrum- to the point where it does not seem like a theory but a fact. I have often wondered about how much of it applies to other people on this forum.
It is very hard for me not to defend myself when I am attacked, but this what I am going to try my best to do. I am going to start turning the other cheek unless there seems to be an important reason to stand up for myself or others.