Everyone in your family is loud and sporty and outdoorsy — and you're not. You'd rather read, or draw, or be quiet. At family stuff, you're the one who'd rather not. You've started to feel like you got dropped into the wrong family by mistake, like there's a version of you that would fit better somewhere else. Nobody's unkind about it. But "come on, join in!" said often enough starts to sound like "why are you like this?" And you've begun to wonder, quietly, whether being different from your family means there's something a little bit wrong with you.