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This is an archive article published on February 24, 2007

Right to stand Alone

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that extroverts and success mostly go together. So the pressure to 8220;go out meet people8221; 8212; and for children, being dragged from one special class to another 8212; is rife. But for the millions of introverts, time alone to recharge is a must for mental well-being. And it is essential to insist on it

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Not until my early 50s did I make a startling discovery: Most of my close friends are introverts. As I brought up the subject with one after another, we spoke in low, confessional voices of feeling numb with fatigue following workdays or social outings we8217;d otherwise enjoyed, of frequent longings to retreat to a quiet place.

Why was I surprised? Why did it take me decades to figure this out? Because we are introverts, which means we don8217;t reveal ourselves talking much about how we think or feel.

Carl Jung, the originator of 8220;psychological typology,8221; noted that different psychological types perceive the world and make decisions in different ways. Extroverts draw energy from engaging with the outside world and especially from being with other people; introverts need time alone to recharge.

8220;Extroverts dominate public life,8221; Jonathan Rauch wrote in a 2003 Atlantic Monthly article. 8220;Look at Bill Clinton. They seem to come fully to life only around other people.8221; The introvert8217;s motto is, 8220;I8217;m okay, you8217;re okay 8212; in small doses.8221; His personal recharging formula, Rauch wrote, is 8220;roughly two hours alone for every hour of socializing.8221;

I identified myself as an introvert when I first read Jung in college, but thought little more about it for years. In my late 30s, that conclusion was reinforced by the 8220;personality type8221; Myers-Briggs test, which a group of friends and I, living in Europe because of our husbands8217; jobs, took in the hope of finding careers better suited to juggling with small children and our 8220;trailing spouse8221; situations.

Thanks in part to the proliferation of such personality tests the terms introvert and extrovert have entered common parlance. Understanding is another matter. As Barbara Ehrenreich wrote in a Time magazine column about personality tests, 8220;Their chief function as far as I could tell8230; was to weed out the introverts. When asked whether you8217;d rather be the life of the party or curl up with a book, the correct answer is always, 8216;Party!8217; 8221; Then there are the pop psychology 8220;type8221; tests in women8217;s magazines and self-help books that include blatantly stupid questions such as the extrovert indicator 8212; 8220;Do you feel annoyed with slow drivers?8221; 8212; as if no introvert besides me is ever late and/or stuck behind someone. Typically, the book that question comes from 8212; Malcolm Godwin8217;s Who Are You? 101 Ways of Seeing Yourself 8212; paints introverts as 8220;over-critical,8221; 8220;pessimistic8221; and 8220;anxious,8221; and describes them as feeling 8220;unaccepted, unacceptable or simply inferior.8221;

It8217;s enough to make an introvert mad.

Jung cautioned that people tend to value their own psychological type the most. Extroverts in particular have trouble acknowledging the opposite tendencies. 8220;You can8217;t be an introvert,8221; one of my most extroverted colleagues insists. 8220;You have lots of friends.8221;

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I first got in touch with my inner introvert when we moved to Washington and I began career counseling. At the time, I was trying to help my younger son, Oliver, overcome his learning disabilities. The professionals I met with in both cases kept talking and talking about what it means to be an introvert.

8220;Look at yourself, working at home, and then think about Oliver in school with people in his face for eight hours a day,8221; Serena Wieder, the therapist working with my son, said to me. 8220;Once he can organize his own time and activities, Oliver will do fine.8221;

Slowly, various conundrums of my life became clearer: Why, once I8217;d begun working at home, I dreaded the thought of returning to eight-hour-plus days surrounded by people. Or why, when friends urged me to share a spur-of-the-moment meal by saying, 8220;You need to eat sometime,8221; I often longed to tell them, 8220;No, thank you, I need to eat alone .8221;

Any situation that demands a quick reaction is difficult for introverts; we need more time than extroverts do to reflect. So no matter how many times I silently repeat my mantra, 8220;Don8217;t answer right away,8221; agreeing to lunch is often easier.

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My greatest ongoing challenge as an introvert is arguing with extroverts, notably my older son, a high school debater. When Edmund told me about a last-minute debate trip that would prevent him from coming on our family spring vacation, I was speechless with disappointment and thoughts of our non-refundable plane tickets. Over the next few hours, I pulled together my objections, negotiated, gave in on other demands, and Edmund joined the family plan.

Since my introversion epiphany, I8217;ve learned to sidestep back-to-back social events, because more than one in a row makes them all a wash. Even when begged, I fret less about saying no. And when something truly important, such as a high school graduation, takes over my life for days on end, afterward I spend hours behind a closed door with a thick thriller, guilt-free. My enormous, extended and extroverted family still poses a challenge, especially on the small island where we converge for a few weeks every summer. My gregarious stepmother invites friends as well as family members to 8220;come chat8221; on her king-size bed, where she makes everyone feel cozy 8212; including me, though the mere thought of anyone coming to chat on my own private retreat makes me shudder.

But the family is making strides in recognizing its introverted minority.

Recently at the formal dining table in my parents8217; house, my 4-yr-old nephew sat eating cantaloupe pieces cut into sizes awkward for his small spoon. He stared up at his mother, my stepsister, who asked, 8220;You want to go eat that by yourself, sweetie?8221; With a silent nod, holding the bowl in two plump hands, Gates wriggled down from the large chair and trundled out of the dining room. Such a thing would never have been allowed or even imagined in all my years at that table.

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8220;Sometimes,8221; his mother said, in response to my glance, 8220;he prefers to be alone.8221;

 

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