One thing some people (including family members) never understood when I was growing up was that I was quite content to be left alone with a book or a paper and pencils in a quiet zone and it was quite torturous for me to be sent outside or to the park to play with peers. I didn't want to be bothered or tickled (I *hate* being tickled) or told to snap out of it and thirty-seven years later, there are some days when I *still* want to be left alone even if it's just for an hour or so, I get agitated and stressed if I am forced to interact, the only difference is I'm confident enough in myself now that I can say to my husband "I need a bit of time on my own" and I will walk away.
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