5 ways being an INTROVERT makes me a better designer

When I was introduced to people as a child, I’d hide behind my mom and say, “Hi” in a barely-there whisper. Then my mom would say, “Oh, she’s just shy” and give me a mild scolding about how I should speak up. Though I never admitted it out loud, I hated being called “shy.” But…why? Why did it bother me so much? Why did this straight-up offend me as a child? Now that I’m in my mid thirties, I have a much better understanding of it all. Being called “shy” made me feel incapable and, worse, misunderstood.