I told my mom today that I had this great realization about being INFJ. She didn't really care all that much. Why? Probably because she doesn't really care about anything having to do with "status." She didn't really understand that it was not really a status thing for me. Oftentimes, my mom doesn't really care about the things that I really care about. I love her so much. She literally got into a career based on my developing a mental illness, so I know she cares about me immensely. It's just that my values, what I actually care about, she doesn't. It's sort of like she cares in theory, but not in practice. Hard to explain. Again, I love her, but she usually doesn't care much about what is affecting me, other than some major things. My parents are just not the people to tell things to when I am excited about something. Both my mom and my dad. I have great talks with my dad. We see eye to eye on many issues. So I can relate to him on issue-based things. He just is not the most empathetic person. He cares, for sure, in his own way. It's just he cares for me in a way that doesn't have much to do with emotional intimacy, my mom either. They are very practical in their outlook on the world. They want to get to the nuts of what the issue is. They don't really care about the emotions that much. For my mom, that's just because that is the way she was raised, even though she is an ENFJ. My dad (ESTJ) is just very concerned with the real world and isn't really a visionary or dreamer at all. He just wants to be responsible and pay his bills, take care of his family, and be loyal to his friends. Now, to be clear, there is nothing "toxic" about my parents. They are just not concerned with my imagination and such (which is actually most everyone, but I digress).