I've always been a loner, ever since childhood. I've spent my life trying to 'be' in a busy world, and have finally managed to get life to a point where I'm at home virtually all the time. I WFH, for myself, and never have to deal with people other than by email.
My DH is wonderful, and takes our children wherever they need to be, so I don't have to be around people.
When I am in a social situation, I present well, good social skills, I can 100% act like someone who wants to be there, but it will take me days to recover my equilibrium.
My closest friend has just announced that she's moving away, and she's upset that we won't see each other. I really, really like her and if I have to see someone, she's much better than most. However, my one feeling is elation that I no longer have to meet up with her and chat every two weeks.
I'm lurching between trying to accept myself for who I am, and feeling monstrous because I don't want to ever be around anyone, ever.
My DH and children are exceptions. But outside our family unit, I find any social interaction a horrible, upsetting burden. I cannot believe anyone actually genuinely enjoys it, and I simultaneously know how wrong I must be about that.
I feel so exhausted with trying to be normal. I just need to say this out loud (as in typing it silently
).
Anyone else relate to any of this?