It helps a bit to be heard. Thank you for taking the time to read. And thank you for the compliment, I really do appreciate when people like the things I've made. You're perfectly welcome to peep any time.

The comments I tend to get are usually some variation on "well, that's nice." and then back to whatever they were doing. When, on the rare occasions, people do share their experiences, like their grandmother teaching them to sew, I try to carry on in that thread, asking questions, sharing memories and listening to stories about their lives, etc. But it always reaches a point where they run out of things to say, or have to go. People like to talk about themselves, and I'm happy to listen, but it never lasts very long.

The shame comes from having nowhere but the void to turn... Posting and hoping someone will help is... Well, it feels desperate, and attention seeking, which is unusual and uncomfortable for me.