I've often wondered what people do all day. According to my mother, "normal" people enjoy getting out of the house and interacting with other people. I just don't see the appeal. Ironically I start massive doses of therapy tomorrow, like 4 times a week for several hours a day, with other people. I was excited at first, but now I'm not so sure. Actually I'm scared shitless to be honest.
And even if he had, it's better than Dr. Phil. I'd take Richard Scarry anyday over Dr. Philodendron.
Kiddo, we are peas of a pod.
I have to see a psychiatrist on Wednesday and people are warning me it will be a hostile interaction...why do they say these things to me?
Maybe he will be perfectly nice.
I once spent 3 years in the house, Kiddo. Used to be seriously agoraphobic so I know where you are coming from.
I'm back to agoraphobia somewhat and I agree with you about not seeing the "appeal." But I do try to force myself out once a week for the thrift store. I always go exactly one half hour before they're closing so I know it will be a limited interaction. And nobody's ever there but the nice cashier.
If you do the interaction thing, it will turn out well, I think. I'm not sure but I give it a 96.889% chance of being a good thing.
I find wearing lots of clothes in layers is a good way to minimize the impact. I wear winter hats that come down over 80% of my face and huge gloves and my coat is humongous...so I think people aren't sure it isn't a clothing display going by...this helps...
Don't be afraid. They are paid to be nice to you and the ones who are there for the same reasons (or similar) will be nice because people like you are nice and so are they.
That's my take on it, anyway.
If it's horrible, just run screaming or something. That's what I do.
Thanks for sharing your story with me and offering me reassurance. Try not to give the psychiatrist too hard of a time; unless of course he deserves it :) You're awesome my friend.
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I've often wondered what people do all day. According to my mother, "normal" people enjoy getting out of the house and interacting with other people. I just don't see the appeal. Ironically I start massive doses of therapy tomorrow, like 4 times a week for several hours a day, with other people. I was excited at first, but now I'm not so sure. Actually I'm scared shitless to be honest.
Hi Dusie!
Jokes. I got jokes, Dusie.
((((Dusie)))))
And even if he had, it's better than Dr. Phil. I'd take Richard Scarry anyday over Dr. Philodendron.
Kiddo, we are peas of a pod.
I have to see a psychiatrist on Wednesday and people are warning me it will be a hostile interaction...why do they say these things to me?
Maybe he will be perfectly nice.
I once spent 3 years in the house, Kiddo. Used to be seriously agoraphobic so I know where you are coming from.
I'm back to agoraphobia somewhat and I agree with you about not seeing the "appeal." But I do try to force myself out once a week for the thrift store. I always go exactly one half hour before they're closing so I know it will be a limited interaction. And nobody's ever there but the nice cashier.
If you do the interaction thing, it will turn out well, I think. I'm not sure but I give it a 96.889% chance of being a good thing.
I find wearing lots of clothes in layers is a good way to minimize the impact. I wear winter hats that come down over 80% of my face and huge gloves and my coat is humongous...so I think people aren't sure it isn't a clothing display going by...this helps...
Don't be afraid. They are paid to be nice to you and the ones who are there for the same reasons (or similar) will be nice because people like you are nice and so are they.
That's my take on it, anyway.
If it's horrible, just run screaming or something. That's what I do.
xo
Thanks for sharing your story with me and offering me reassurance. Try not to give the psychiatrist too hard of a time; unless of course he deserves it :) You're awesome my friend.
Awww shucks.
I feel the same way about you.
(((Kiddo))).
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