I make it a habit to always start off with the negative and leave with the positive and thus:
the bad news is that he believes that I am not what I am or I think I am. That social phobia is not me and that I need to change my entire look out on what is going on. I tried explaining that I have done that throughout my life. Before I even heard of social phobia, I had come to realise that something is just not right with how I think. The fact that I am always so scared to go out on my own; the fact that world seems way too big for me, but he is insisting that it doesn't define me and that, he believes I can get past this and feel ok.
Really, that is the only bad news, because my husband was a winner. He truly came through for me. Even when I was in tears, he held my hand to show that I am not alone and have been reassured that in the past, I have been alone, but not any longer. My husband works on the prevaso of a professional says something and thus, he takes his or her word. But in truth, my husband has always been pretty supportive. Only a few times has he mocked my strange behaviour.
The good news is that he says that by going to see him ie him accepting to see me, shows that I am officialised as having social phobia and ptsd. I know that seems bad news really, but that is to anyone who has never suffered these things; for me, it is good news.
He has also made me an appointment to see a social worker. She or he is going to aid me in filling out forms, to see if I can get some disability help.
Aspergers was not brought up, because I cannot deal with the negative connotations that will come from it.
At least he is not one who disapproves of me explaining what I think is going on. He even doesn't seem to care that I can barely understand him. It must be how he speaks, because normally, I can understand a bit of French. He does not speak English, but he certainly seems to understand English.
I do not enjoy these visits, but there you go.
the bad news is that he believes that I am not what I am or I think I am. That social phobia is not me and that I need to change my entire look out on what is going on. I tried explaining that I have done that throughout my life. Before I even heard of social phobia, I had come to realise that something is just not right with how I think. The fact that I am always so scared to go out on my own; the fact that world seems way too big for me, but he is insisting that it doesn't define me and that, he believes I can get past this and feel ok.
Really, that is the only bad news, because my husband was a winner. He truly came through for me. Even when I was in tears, he held my hand to show that I am not alone and have been reassured that in the past, I have been alone, but not any longer. My husband works on the prevaso of a professional says something and thus, he takes his or her word. But in truth, my husband has always been pretty supportive. Only a few times has he mocked my strange behaviour.
The good news is that he says that by going to see him ie him accepting to see me, shows that I am officialised as having social phobia and ptsd. I know that seems bad news really, but that is to anyone who has never suffered these things; for me, it is good news.
He has also made me an appointment to see a social worker. She or he is going to aid me in filling out forms, to see if I can get some disability help.
Aspergers was not brought up, because I cannot deal with the negative connotations that will come from it.
At least he is not one who disapproves of me explaining what I think is going on. He even doesn't seem to care that I can barely understand him. It must be how he speaks, because normally, I can understand a bit of French. He does not speak English, but he certainly seems to understand English.
I do not enjoy these visits, but there you go.
