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QuietCatholic
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To keep this brief (?), I am an introvert, also highly sensitive, and married into a family of extreme extroverts. This is a group of people who abhor silence and will do anything to avoid or fill it. When I am with them, I find myself literally ducking for cover. After not much time in their presence, I am exhausted. Often, I feel the need to go someplace dark and quiet - and weep. I am not exaggerating. I am a pretty cool person with lots to say, on topics that matter to me, and am also a writer. But when I am mixed with them - deer in headlights. It is not that they are not good people. It is the clash between their personalities and mine. They try hard - way too hard - to include me (or fix me) and that only makes it worse. There is not so much respect for who I am as pity. This is not a new problem, it has been years and years and I have avoided them as much as possible (we live in different states). But when an event is coming up, even months away, I start to dread and obsess. I have recently (within the past 6 months) come back to the church and my faith. I know this problem with my husband’s family - of whom I have become quite phobic over the years - is something I need to work out one way or another. I know it is blocking me from closeness to God. But I don’t know how to handle the get-togethers when they are always, due to our distance from each other, much longer than I can handle. I have heard “suck it up” and “it’s only a few days” but that sort of thing doesn’t help. Last time, I tried lots of prayer, and it helped to prepare me for the first night, and to calm me when that was over, but the next day, the usual paralysis and anxiety. Honestly? After an hour, maybe two, I am spent. And then there are many hours to go, plus a sleepless night or two, and more long noisy days. When my husband’s parents come up to visit us, it is even harder. I am supposed to be the hostess - but entertaining overnight company is really difficult. My MIL’s constant chatter is amazingly tiring. And she has a way of bringing up topics I have nothing to say about. I cannot seem to handle more than that first evening before I start to decompose. The other thing is that the conversation so very often turns to material things, money, trips, shopping, etc. They feel so sorry for their son who has to work so hard and can’t do elaborate things like his wealthy siblings do. And we, as a couple, as working so hard not to focus on that part of life - but to focus on our spiritual life instead. It’s a difficult thing and I feel like I am destined to fall right into all sorts of sins when they are with me. Help! And thank you.