My Introversion
I am an introverted person. My psychosis formed early in life as a child in the 1960s.
Our middle class family lived in the suburbs; both parents worked in the emerging computer industry. With upward mobility came regular transfers to a new city.
I had difficulty making new friends every two or three years. Panic attacks at recess or when approached by girls occurred frequently.
As a tall, thin nerd I spent most of my free time reading. I only participated in sissy sports like cross-country running.
With my father’s encouragement I sought a career in computer engineering in the 1980s. I was given a cubicle and allowed to mingle with the other corporate zombies.
Fortunately, I was rescued from this stagnant existence by company wide lay-offs. It was time to take a hard look at my life and make a dramatic change.
I decided to pursue a service oriented career in fitness. In school I was trained to lead all kinds of people; at the gym I taught dozens of individuals on a daily basis.
After spending most of my life as a leader, co-worker and husband I no longer consider myself an introvert– just a bit reserved. I enjoy interacting with others but given a choice I still prefer to be alone.
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