I had the unfortunate experience of having my mom accompany me to the ER for a medical emergency. She talked over both me and the doctor. I was almost unconscious but the setting must have inspired me because i shouted "mom, the doctor is talking to me, not you, and he can't hear you because you won't shut up." She hates to look anything less than perfect to outside male authority figures, so it was my lucky day and she shut up. For five minutes until the doctor left. I was admitted to the hospital and for some reason they messed up and neglected to kick her out and she talked at me all night, even while I was "sleeping" (but awake, not because of the IVs and catheters and bright lights and noise, but because of her yammering).

A total the risk of being a non stop talker, (I'm Pp 1:27), my mom also prattles on at doctor appointments. I know because I take her to appointments.

The doc will come into the exam room and my mom starts talking, barely letting the doctor say a word. Basic questions get lengthy explanations. So embarrassing. I have to referee and get my mom to refocus and clarify and kind of hustle her along.

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Anonymous wrote:I do this...anxiety.

Hello, twin. We should be friends. This entire thread is making me feel anxious about my talkativeness/extreme extraversion

Anotheranxious talker here and PP with non stop Mom talker. There's a difference.

I am a sensitive listener, a good listener. I will ask questions and wait for an answer. I like conversation and genuinely enjoy learning.

I have panic attacks. One way to obliterate a nasty Panic attack is to engage and get out of the spiral of doom. So, I will be a bit more animated, but I'll also try to distract myself with conversation.

My mom simply talks without taking a breath. DH says having my mom around is akin to having talk radio on in the background. There's never any dead air on the radio and there's never dead air with my mom. She talks to fill every pause and demands attention. Every action is discussed and questioned ("why is Larla whispering? Is there something wrong? What is she asking you? Is Larla alright? Is she upset? Do you want me to talk to her about something?")

Anonymous wrote:I do this...anxiety.

I'm a PP woth one of the crazy talking mothers. I'm sure that you talk a lot, but if you're aware of it, you're probably not the kind of person we're venting about. Huge difference between an earnest, anxious chatterbox and a grand-standing monologist who demands complete attention (and tells racist stories, astoundingly tone-dead anecdotes, and ridiculous lies that she believes actually make herself look good...but that's just my family). I'd probably want you at my gathering because your anxious but well-intentioned chatter would throw my mom off her game.

Anonymous wrote:I do this...anxiety.

Hello, twin. We should be friends. This entire thread is making me feel anxious about my talkativeness/extreme extraversion

I do this...anxiety.

Anonymous wrote:Please, does the nephew do house calls? My mom has been going for 48 hours now. She expects all of us to sit on couches and be an audience the entire time. The dog is footsore because walking him is the only valid excuse for escape, and everyone is pretending that my cooking made them sick (me included) so we can take turns hiding in the bathroom. Frankly, this entire thread could be my family replying to each other from the bathroom.

That does sound awful, but I laughed out loud at your last sentence!

PP with the nephew here. Ha, house calls! I could make a lot of money renting him out to be rude to the mindless blathers.

As for the reaction....SIL of course was horrified and admonished him. The DH, well, as noted, lacks any introspection. "I'm just trying to talk to people! Grown ups like to talk to each other!" And then continued on his merry way, oblivious to the looks me, my DH, and FIL were all giving each other.