How can you be a recluse in a house full of children, even if you had the inclination to be, which I don't?

It's a source of great sadness to me that my father died without having seen me do anything worthwhile. He was constantly having to make excuses for me.

How can you be a recluse in a house full of children, even if you had the inclination to be, which I don't?

For about a year, I just didn't know what to do. I did laboring jobs, working in the docks, construction sites.

Quite honestly, if I were doing work related to a living being or historical being where there was visual or audio recordings available, I would find that extremely difficult because I don't know how you would avoid the process of mimicry. And mimicry, to me at any rate, is a very dull prospect.

I depleted myself to the point where I had nothing left.

I suppose the place where I live is fairly remote, it would seem remote to some people.