First, I do apologise in advance and warn that this may be long.
Today later, I have my first encounter with a social worker and petrified; all sorts of horrors my mind is coming out with and although my husband means well, because he is trying to prepare me; just panics me even more.
I have for some time now, felt ashamed and lacking in dignity that I cannot be an active participate financially in my marriage ie if one partner brings in a low wage, usually the other partner compensates by going out to work too. I don't have a licence and so, if hubby fell ill and needed medicine, I could not go and get it, due to blasted social phobia.
So, here is a chance open for me, to perhaps gain some dignity; helping me to maybe find work etc and it is honestly petrifying me; the notion of being around people. Then there is the financial help. I feel ashamed to be asking for it, but know that I am not trying to stinge off the government; yet unless one KNOWS me, they could easily ascertain that I am doing that.
I just want to cancel and hide away!
Not understanding emotions.
Ever since I was a child, I have had this dread of being seen as complicated; I have tried to hide the "real me"; fearful of people being unsettled around me. I FINALLY get it. Complicated translated means: A DEEP THINKER.
But, it is all coming out now, because of seeing a psychiatrist, I am having to face the "real" me and allow others to see that person and it is frightening and I still jump in when they say: sorry for not contacting sooner, because I do not want to be that hypersensitive person that I am!
I think I know why I suffer social phobia now. It is due to the disgusting way I had to live. There was even a petition out to get rid of us, because the family was so disgustingly unhygenic! I was MORTIFIED that this was my family and wanted so desperately to discover that my granny and grandad were my actual parents.
I won't go into detail about how the parents were; but it was deeply shameful. And I think that is why I fear people. Because one: I have this inborn need to be polite ( obviously, nothing wrong with that), but I do not want to say hello to people passing me on the street and yet, I have this pull that I feel rude not. I dread it when I see another person and will turn around and go right back in doors again.
I think that despite my home and me being hygenic, I still feel that shame and I have this sense that I am that shame and therefore, fear people very much.
It is awful to feel like a little girl, when I am certainly not.
Today later, I have my first encounter with a social worker and petrified; all sorts of horrors my mind is coming out with and although my husband means well, because he is trying to prepare me; just panics me even more.
I have for some time now, felt ashamed and lacking in dignity that I cannot be an active participate financially in my marriage ie if one partner brings in a low wage, usually the other partner compensates by going out to work too. I don't have a licence and so, if hubby fell ill and needed medicine, I could not go and get it, due to blasted social phobia.
So, here is a chance open for me, to perhaps gain some dignity; helping me to maybe find work etc and it is honestly petrifying me; the notion of being around people. Then there is the financial help. I feel ashamed to be asking for it, but know that I am not trying to stinge off the government; yet unless one KNOWS me, they could easily ascertain that I am doing that.
I just want to cancel and hide away!
Not understanding emotions.
Ever since I was a child, I have had this dread of being seen as complicated; I have tried to hide the "real me"; fearful of people being unsettled around me. I FINALLY get it. Complicated translated means: A DEEP THINKER.
But, it is all coming out now, because of seeing a psychiatrist, I am having to face the "real" me and allow others to see that person and it is frightening and I still jump in when they say: sorry for not contacting sooner, because I do not want to be that hypersensitive person that I am!
I think I know why I suffer social phobia now. It is due to the disgusting way I had to live. There was even a petition out to get rid of us, because the family was so disgustingly unhygenic! I was MORTIFIED that this was my family and wanted so desperately to discover that my granny and grandad were my actual parents.
I won't go into detail about how the parents were; but it was deeply shameful. And I think that is why I fear people. Because one: I have this inborn need to be polite ( obviously, nothing wrong with that), but I do not want to say hello to people passing me on the street and yet, I have this pull that I feel rude not. I dread it when I see another person and will turn around and go right back in doors again.
I think that despite my home and me being hygenic, I still feel that shame and I have this sense that I am that shame and therefore, fear people very much.
It is awful to feel like a little girl, when I am certainly not.