I find this to be especially hard because I have a five year old.
I don't want to open the blinds in my house. I don't want to leave the house. I don't want to go to soccer practice, birthday parties, grocery shopping or swimming. But most of all, I don't want to stunt my childs life because I am so damned anti social. So I go.
It does not feel good and I usually take an anxiety pill before hand. Yesterday, when I came back from the bathroom during Tae Kwon Do practice I noticed that my son's water bottle wasn't with his shoes. I saw it sitting next to a strange man. I looked at it for quite a few seconds and was incredulous that this man had stolen my son's water.
When I summoned the courage I said, "Um, that looks like our water."
He said, "Yes. He, (meaning my son), brought it to me and asked me to open it. Then he ran off and I didn't know what to do with it."
I thanked him.
I felt stupid immediately assuming this man had stolen our water bottle which was just cheap bottled water anyway. But I guard everything no matter where I am. If someone touches my purse walking by, I turn around and make sure they aren't pocketing something.
If I am in line and someone is in my space, then I step side ways in line so that they would literally have to step in front of my face to get any closer.
Scariest of all, with all of the flashbacks I have been having, I have been getting more confrontational. Not as bad as before my breakdown, but I can tell by my road rage that I am hoping someone will pick a fight with me so I can beat the crap out of them.
All of these things make it hard to leave the house. Especially to be with a bunch of screaming kids and their families.
I do the same thing with phone messages you described in the beginning of this thread. Everything is all too personal when I am trying to make a friend. Too personal and I judge every thing that comes out of my mouth... usually after the fact.