If you want to understand how misunderstood introverts are, consider a story from your humble narrator’s childhood.
I grew up during the Satanic panic of the 1980s. I couldn’t listen to hard rock, lest demons that were embedded in the rock music exit the speakers and possess me. That is not a joke. Anyone who grew up in the Midwest or South will have my back on that.
I also couldn’t go into my room to remain alone and recharge my introverted batteries, as that would lead me to Satan.
If only I were joking.
During a “special report” on Satanism, Geraldo Rivera had an “expert” on the show claim that children who spend time alone are at risk of worshipping Satan.
Like a lot of people, my parents bought into that crap. After all, there was a SPECIAL REPORT on television. How could we not be afraid? Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds is timeless.
My parents would force me to come downstairs to be with the family because they were afraid my preference for being alone meant I was killing animals in my bedroom. No one even considered the possibility that my need to be alone was due to introversion.
The blue pill media has always been blue pill. Turn off your television.