This thread has helped me realise something that I never thought of in this way before.

I never sing. I mean I never sing. I will never sing. At least not if people can here me. It's not because I'm necessarily a bad singer. I'm probably not much worse than average, but it's hard for me to tell.

At a jam session this past Thursday, Maddie McNeil was leading us in a beautiful round. As moving as I found the song, I did not join in. I feel like I'm missing out on something special when this happens.

Even when people are singing Christmas songs, I refuse to join in. I don't know why I experience this so powerfully, but it goes very, very deep. It's not fear, really. It's just a powerfully deep seated unwillingness to share that part of myself. The thought of doing so is very traumatic for me. Maybe this is a manifestation of some really weird kind of shyness.

Anybody got a Freudian analysis on that one?

Carol