Late 70s. Always found social interaction disconcerting, scary, uninteresting and/or threatening. This has made me feel guilty about it, ie there ‘has to be something wrong with me.’ Was it caused and/or aggravated by a socially abusive father or was I born with it? I had to ‘go into myself’ in order to survive and feel secure. As a result I have developed considerable inner strength, enjoy my own company, am happy in my own skin and live what I consider to be a full satisfying lifestyle. Just occasionally however I wonder if I haven’t missed out on something in life and if so what.