So God says I am an infj too.
There was a lot of strife in my youngest years, from birth on. I was very lonely. When I tried to reach out to my istj mother she would be harsh toward me (dealing with her own stuff, having a lover, etc), my sister was an isfp involved in her own friend group, and my dad (estp) worked a lot and was an alcoholic. My parents fought a lot but I don't remember any of it, except the night she left. When I tried to reach out to neighbor kids, they shunned me (perhaps sensing my different-ness?), and picked fights with me, which they lost, which only furthered the problem because then I got labeled as a freak.
The only ones who I remember being nice to me were a large black family who lived on the adjacent culdesac. But for some reason I never played much with them. I wish I could turn back time and do so. I have always wanted a black female friend, maybe that is why, because I have memories of them being kind to me when no one else was. I did not have a real friend until 7th grade, around 13. By then I guess I had been introverting strongly, and gotten cozy with analytical processes, hence why my sis said I was always analyzing everything. Probably always trying to figure out why no one wanted to spend time with me, or wanted to be my friend, but I don't actually remember for sure. I spent a lot of time hiking and exploring. I guess this was the way I extraverted and got out of my head a bit, though everything I took in went right back in for analysis.
My dog became my friend. In more ways than one. And I found solace in nature. And TV. And food. which I still struggle with. Food was my first coping mechanism, I believe.
~thanks for helping, and listening.