Logonaut wrote:Speaking as a homosexual by orientation & a schizoid personality-wise, I have to ask: how many of you fall into this category?
I do. My mother wasn't exactly smothering, maybe controlling is a better word. She was extremely authoritarian. Any perceived resistance or lie on my part was perceived as a direct slight, and, I assume, a blow to her ego. She was obsessed with maintaining fake fronts.
My father was alcoholic, distant, always hidden away in the basement drinking and reading.
I was bullied in grade school and had a physically and emotionally abusive uncle, who, unfortunately, was always around.
By the time I was sixteen or so, I had had it with people. Adults, other kids, everyone. I was diagnosed with depression. I had always been somewhat introverted with a tendency to enjoy solitude, but it was around this time that I embraced it. I realized that being in the company of other people was more of an option than I had previously thought.
Presto: schizoid.
I'm not sure what to think about the homosexuality. I remember knowing I was somehow different in this way long before I hit puberty, and, years later, I had very few problems accepting it. It just seemed natural; the way I was. The most difficult aspect of it was social. I didn't want anyone else to know. The bullying had more or less ended, and I was terrified that if it got out that I was gay, it would start again. More reasons to isolate.
I should note that in my late teens and early twenties I was moderately social. Maybe it was experimental. Maybe the freedom from bullying and, once I moved out of the house, my oppressive family felt so freeing to me that I was able to relax a bit and enjoy the company of others.
My first big relationship ended on a bit of a cruel note. I retreated back into my shell after that and pretty much haven't come out since.