Otroverts are soloists who cannot play in an orchestra. They are fiercely independent, happy to sit on the sidelines, and neither need nor tolerate codependency.

Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own is, of course, a seminal feminist text. But I see it also as a book that could only have been written by an otrovert who experienced daily life entirely liberated from the shared ideologies or opinions that a society tries to impose on all of its members.

Once otroverts are free from the pressures of well-meaning individuals urging them to join activities in which they have no interest, solitude becomes an opportunity for freedom, for embracing a sense of self independent of others, for allowing self-acceptance to blossom. No matter what this time alone is spent on, all that matters is that it be at

Otroverts are outsiders who are treated like insiders.

Left-handed people can live comfortably in a right-handed world as long as they are left alone to be who they are; forcing them to use their right hand merely creates unnecessary discomfort and difficulty. Similarly, giving otroverts the space to be who they are will allow them to feel increasingly comfortable, especially in adulthood, when the pre