When you grow up sheltered, the world as an adult is a very different place and it takes a great amount of adjusting.
Parents shelter children for different reasons, whether it be to protect them from their own personal fears or to try to keep them from ever being hurt. As Noble as it is, sheltering to an extreme doesn’t do anybody any favors.
Additionally, as an only child, I didn’t have a lot of exposure to other people until I got into kindergarten. Before that it was mostly family members. I guess you could say there were behavioral issues because I didn’t know how to act around other kids or how to begin a conversation with them if I wanted to see the toy they had. So I would just take it and of course that caused problems and it kind of escalated from there. Next thing you know, five year old Heather is sitting in the corner drinking her milk for a week.
I’m not blaming anyone here, I’m just recalling the facts as I experienced them.
Fast forward to the rest of my adult life and it was mostly spent working a full-time job, putting myself through school and trying to maintain a relationship that had no business being in.
After getting out, I spent the better part of the next decade living alone and supporting myself. Working two jobs was often a thing because Pittsburgh sucked so badly in the winter time you needed something to occupy your mind. Of course extra money never hurts either.
All of these experiences coupled with a few traumatic life events have molded me into a pretty anxious and tightly wound individual… wanting to be in the know. Kept aware and in the loop. After spending so many years being told nothing I am a huge advocate of communication. I like talking and discussing things, just mouthing words and being able to hear another person say them.
Communication consists of listening, talking, gestures, body language, word structure, expressions. I enjoy all of that. The short term memory loss issues I still have from the car accident unfortunately make me one of those blurters because I’m afraid I’m going to forget what I want to say. Unless I have a notebook with me, then I can write it down and it’s different.
The only way to get better at something is to do it a little more often. I want to make that a point to follow in the next few months.