Does anyone else experience this?
My bed is my safe place, where I eat my meals, study, hang-out, all day long and then sleep all night long. I leave my bed to do necessary things, but always return.
My boyfriend, on the other hand, can get up, go into the living room, and only goes to the bed when it's time to sleep, but this is my hang out area all day when I am not working or going to school or cleaning or taking care of my animals.
I feel guilty about it. I hate acting like my mother, she has agoraphobia. Which I struggle with a little, too. Unfamiliar far away places scare me. (I still make myself go though because...I hate acting like my mother.)
But, I don't feel safe enough when I'm in the living room. I feel safe in my bed.
My bed is my safe place, where I eat my meals, study, hang-out, all day long and then sleep all night long. I leave my bed to do necessary things, but always return.
My boyfriend, on the other hand, can get up, go into the living room, and only goes to the bed when it's time to sleep, but this is my hang out area all day when I am not working or going to school or cleaning or taking care of my animals.
I feel guilty about it. I hate acting like my mother, she has agoraphobia. Which I struggle with a little, too. Unfamiliar far away places scare me. (I still make myself go though because...I hate acting like my mother.)
But, I don't feel safe enough when I'm in the living room. I feel safe in my bed.