I would say I USED to be like that, so much so that when I run into people that I used to work with, they slowly back away from me, talking the whole time! But I now see that my neighbors are no longer cringing when they ride the elevator with me, so I know my efforts at cooling my jets have paid off. I would vote for anxiety on this one, coupled with OCD. I know that as long as I was talking, mother figured she was "parenting", as she could sit there and pretend she was listening to me, but as she later laughed to husband#1, all she did was say, yes yes, whenever I asked her, "remember I mentioned him yesterday?" and I would be satisfied and continue with my little stories, but she said, who could listen to all that childish carp day after day? So I think it also comes from not having been acknowledged at a very young age, not even at the time of the school stories, but probably much earlier. So i've been in therapy all my life, but really only the last 2 years "count", as it's now I have followed dr's recommendations and stayed away from family for the duration, while we work on stabilizing me. Thanks for this reminder, BTW! [emphasis supplied]