In which Freya has Problems, and Needs Help.

[freyalorelei]

So it's been about two months since the wedding and subsequent move, and not much has happened aside from near-crippling social anxiety and agoraphobia. I still don't have a job because we only have one car, and have become increasingly isolated to the point where talking to anyone but the RTH induces mildly to severely disabling panic. This is

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[gunblade_girl]

You've definitely had some serious changes in your life lately. I'm glad RTH is being supportive! Like I said on the other site, I hope the appointment helps.

I just really feel for you after having lived with a similar issue for years. I could go to work but that was it, everything else I had to beg my mother and sister to go with me, even a quick trip to a grocery store. Every so often I would try to go out by myself, and would work up the courage, start the car, and get out of my driveway, but then the anxiety would hit and I would hyperventilate and be on the verge of tears and have to run back into the safety of my house where no one could see me. After therapy I know that my triggers were 1) being so heavy and 2) growing up, I was always told I wasn't allowed to leave the house because kidnappers were out there and I would be stolen away forever and who knows what else. I was taught that the world is a scary place... I know that's different from your situation, but it just effing sucks and I wish you the best. :/

[freyalorelei]

...actually that DOES sound similar to my own upbringing. My mother was super-overprotective of me because of my health issues, and constantly warned me about kidnappers, rapists, child molesters etc., so I wasn't allowed to do anything or go anywhere. She also did everything for me, and I never learned how to cook or clean or really be a functional person. It didn't help that I was a weird kid and was picked on for 14 straight years in school.

And it wasn't just me: When my sister moved in with Justin, now her husband, she told me Mom called her 17 times a day until they told her to knock it off. When I told her the RTH was stationed in San Antonio, she pleaded with me to move back as soon as we can. Um, no. I don't want to live in Muskegon the rest of my life, thanks, and I especially don't want to be under her emotional control.