All these hospital and retirement home visits, shopping trips, restaurants, etc. have shown me that my agoraphobia is at bay.
A couple of times I've looked around at a crowd and marveled that I wasn't feeling even a twinge in situations that once would have sent me tight-lipped to the outdoors.
I still don't totally trust it -- but it's a virtuous cycle; the more relaxed I am, the more relaxed I get.
I'm still somewhat of a socially awkward penguin, especially for a guy my age. I'm just not in the practice of dealing with lots of people, except in my store, of course, but that's my territory. And internally, I think it must still be difficult based on how tired I get.
But how wonderful that I can finally enjoy a restaurant or other social areas -- at a time when I can more finally afford restaurants and trips and other such areas.
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Glad to hear it, Dunc. Keep up the good work.
Glad you're doing so well. Sometimes agoraphobia goes away on its own. My mother had it really bad -- actually didn't leave the house for a year at one point. It gradually faded away. Of course none of us back then knew to call it "agoraphobia."
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