So, what is talked about at the psychiatrist, is the reason for my chronic social phobia, or as I think also, agrophobia (excuse dreadful spelling; nazi grammars out there)
He said that my husband has to take me for walks every day, and then, one day, drop me off and I walk on my own. When my husband translated this for me, I immediately realised it would be DISASTEROUS to do it this way, which now prompts me to have to explain myself using google translater.
I said:if anything, he needs to take me to an area and walk with me and then, the next time, I can walk on my own and this is how my brain works. I am PETRIFIED of new places. Or, if the end destination of my walk, is something scary, the whole experience is traumatising for me.
Today, I have to really put myself on the line and hope it won't backfire. I need to put cheques in slot at the bank. Now, at all times, my husband does this, but things have panned out that it was not done, but those cheques need to be put in and thus, since I am going out with two spiritual sisters this afternoon, it is a good opportunity for me to ask to pop over to the bank and get them posted, but the snag is, I have to ask the sister to go up and this is so mortifying. She knows I have social phobia, but unless one truly knows how it feels, I am in danger of being mocked. As a mere child might fear doing that; but a full grown woman?!!! The awful thing is, that the next time, I will be able to do it on my own!
I also realised even more so, that in my own country of the uk, I was never as bad as this. I got scared, but I had stratagies that helped me cope, but it is like being in a constantly strange place in France, that despite my longevity of being here, I just cannot feel comfortable exploring on my own.
The first time we went to the therapist centre, my husband had to explain exactly where the toilet was and it just happened to be right outside the waiting area and now, I can go on my own, accept for the first day, my coodination went out of the window and I could not find where the entrance was!

He said that my husband has to take me for walks every day, and then, one day, drop me off and I walk on my own. When my husband translated this for me, I immediately realised it would be DISASTEROUS to do it this way, which now prompts me to have to explain myself using google translater.
I said:if anything, he needs to take me to an area and walk with me and then, the next time, I can walk on my own and this is how my brain works. I am PETRIFIED of new places. Or, if the end destination of my walk, is something scary, the whole experience is traumatising for me.
Today, I have to really put myself on the line and hope it won't backfire. I need to put cheques in slot at the bank. Now, at all times, my husband does this, but things have panned out that it was not done, but those cheques need to be put in and thus, since I am going out with two spiritual sisters this afternoon, it is a good opportunity for me to ask to pop over to the bank and get them posted, but the snag is, I have to ask the sister to go up and this is so mortifying. She knows I have social phobia, but unless one truly knows how it feels, I am in danger of being mocked. As a mere child might fear doing that; but a full grown woman?!!! The awful thing is, that the next time, I will be able to do it on my own!
I also realised even more so, that in my own country of the uk, I was never as bad as this. I got scared, but I had stratagies that helped me cope, but it is like being in a constantly strange place in France, that despite my longevity of being here, I just cannot feel comfortable exploring on my own.
The first time we went to the therapist centre, my husband had to explain exactly where the toilet was and it just happened to be right outside the waiting area and now, I can go on my own, accept for the first day, my coodination went out of the window and I could not find where the entrance was!