As I tap away at my laptop from the comfort of my kitchen desk, I can hear my 11-year-old son, Jake, engrossed in a book in the living room of our cozy, compartmentalized home. Recently, he expressed a desire for some alone time, and I couldn’t be more pleased. Previously, we lived in a house with an open layout that connected the living room, dining area, and kitchen—ideal for social gatherings but overwhelming for a family of introverts. Now, with separate rooms, we all have our own sanctuaries to retreat to when needed.
I still vividly recall a faded photograph from my childhood, where I’m at the sink washing dishes at just 10 years old. Back then, I hadn’t heard the term “alone time,” yet I instinctively sought solitude instead of mingling with a crowd. As an introverted child, my sanctuary was the kitchen, a place where I could escape the noise and chatter.
Growing up, I didn’t know the word “introvert” existed; it wasn’t until later that I learned it perfectly described my personality. Understanding this label brought clarity to my experiences. I realized that I wasn’t flawed for feeling drained after social interactions; solitude was what recharged my spirit.
One memorable incident occurred a few years back when the babysitter called in a panic. “I can’t find your son,” she said. My heart raced as she searched the house, only to find him tucked away in a cabinet beneath the bathroom sink. While the babysitter was understandably worried, I recognized that Jake, like me, had a natural inclination to seek out alone time.
As he grew older and became more active socially, it became clear that he needed downtime after events like preschool or gymnastics. My partner and I made a conscious decision to allocate time in our daily lives for him to unwind alone. Our introverted son requires his space, just as we do individually.
At Jake’s age, I often walked to my grandparents’ home with a blanket and a jar of peanuts. I’d hide behind trees in their yard, feeling a sense of renewal, though I didn’t have the vocabulary to articulate it back then. Instinctively, I sought solitude whenever necessary, sneaking away unnoticed and using their yard as my refuge.
Once in seventh grade, while my classmates rushed to the cafeteria, I opted to stay behind, hiding under a table in the classroom. I hoped my teacher wouldn’t notice me, but he did. Instead of understanding my need for quiet, he chastised me for being sneaky. If only he had asked why I felt compelled to hide, perhaps he would have understood.
Recently, I asked my spouse, Mark, also an introvert, when he first discovered the term “introvert.” “Probably not until college,” he replied. I nodded in agreement. “Same here. Back in our day, feelings weren’t a topic of conversation like they are now.”
Unlike Jake, I never voiced my need for alone time to my parents. The pace of my childhood was slower, allowing for ample unstructured playtime. My sister and I often rode bikes or read books, and our parents engaged in their hobbies, which provided plenty of opportunities for solitary reflection. This might explain why discussing the need for solitude was never part of our family dialogue.
Even today, I find myself instinctively seeking solitude, often slipping away from social gatherings to wash dishes or tidy up. When the host insists, “You don’t have to do that,” I would love to respond, “Actually, I do it for my own peace of mind.” And when my son requests alone time, I totally get it.
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In summary, understanding and respecting my introverted child’s need for alone time is crucial for his emotional well-being. Just as I found solace in solitude as a child, Jake’s need for personal space is an essential part of who he is.