A couple of months ago my 42 year old son said essentially the same thing to me. Something to the effect that all my conversations somehow involve a reference to PD and it got old. I was furious and wanted nothing to do with him for a while, and then my husband gently asked if there might be some truth to what was said. It didn't take long for me to recognize that, in fact, I Was boring and was talking about myself when I needed to be focused outward instead of constantly thinking and talking about me. I'm grateful to my son and husband and I'm much happier as well. It was a tremendously painful lesson to learn.