Stop Diagnosing My Daughter For Being Introverted
My daughter Alicia is three and a half and an introvert. This is not in any way a surprise: both my husband and I are introverts too. That shocks some people, because we are still quite social â€“ heck, my husbandâ€™s job requires meeting strangers, speaking publicly, and attending social events. But if you gave us our choice of a dream weekend off, I guarantee it would involve a quiet few days together and not an â€œeveryone is invitedâ€ party.
In my daughterâ€™s case, introversion manifested early. This is a child who, at about six months of age, wanted her bedtime routine to be â€œread me a book and then put me alone in my crib to play until I tuck myself in.â€ As soon as she was mobile, she wanted to play by herself. My son Ben, who is much more extroverted than any of the rest of us, constantly wants my attention; Alicia wants to know where I am, but I only have a place in her games when she invites me in.
As sheâ€™s getting older, her introversion becomes more and more obvious. Hereâ€™s a list of traits of introverted children: they do more listening than talking; they talk to family members but not to strangers; they like to spend time in their room with the door closed; they spend hours alone reading (or looking at books if theyâ€™re too young to read) or engaging in elaborate imaginative play. This basically sounds like someone has a camera in our house.
Frankly, Iâ€™m happy for Alicia. She is delightfully independent; she doesnâ€™t get upset if Iâ€™m working and I canâ€™t play with her right that second. I love listening in on the conversations she roleplays between toys â€“ something sheâ€™s been doing since she was less than two years old â€“ and the little songs she sings to herself. And believe me, after years of battling over bedtime with Ben, I practically wanted to weep when it became obvious that Aliciaâ€™s usually the first to declare itâ€™s bedtime.
But there is a big problem thatâ€™s emerging, and the problem is not with Alicia: itâ€™s with people around her. I am astounded at how little people in general, and even medical professionals who see dozens to hundreds of children, understand an introverted child. And what is really upsetting is that their lack of understanding sometimes results in a â€œdiagnosisâ€ â€“ for things that are perfectly typical for introverted children.
A good example: at least three times in the past two years, Alicia has convinced people that she has a hearing impairment. Twice this happened at the child care room at the gym; I came back from my workout to have a sombre conversation with a volunteer: â€œHave you ever had her hearing tested? We asked her if she wanted to join the game with the other kids and she didnâ€™t even look up.â€ (The second time I proved her hearing was fine by whispering, â€œAlicia, do you want to go get some Smarties?â€ Iâ€™ve never seen her cross a room so fast.)
Okay, but those are volunteers. Theyâ€™re not trained, and theyâ€™re just trying to help. But last week Alicia went in for a routine public health assessment; in our area, every child meets with a nurse for a quick check at three and a half. I suspected what was going to happen, and I was right: I got the autism screening questions. â€œDoes she make eye contact with you? Does she pretend to comfort a doll or stuffed animal? Does she respond to other children when they invite her to play? Does she come to you for a hug if she falls down?â€ All of these happened after the nurse called her name, and Alicia pointedly looked away and continued playing with the toy blocks on the table.