My agoraphobia’s foundation is the other definition of phobia. That is, I don’t fear being outside per se, I just really, really hate it. 99% of weather sucks and I’m away from home comforts, and that takes my already shaky mental health down into the negatives.
I’m not afraid of people either, but the fear of making a fool of myself, ah, well that might count as an actual phobia.
I’m in a similar category. Exactly the same about hating being outside because I’d rather be comfortable.
In terms of people, I don’t want to exert the effort. The me that is so charming and delightful is a farce. It comes naturally, but leaves me so drained.
Its comfortable being at home around my safe people and not having to fix my face when outsiders say something I don’t like.
My agoraphobia’s foundation is the other definition of phobia. That is, I don’t fear being outside per se, I just really, really hate it. 99% of weather sucks and I’m away from home comforts, and that takes my already shaky mental health down into the negatives.
I’m not afraid of people either, but the fear of making a fool of myself, ah, well that might count as an actual phobia.
I’m in a similar category. Exactly the same about hating being outside because I’d rather be comfortable. In terms of people, I don’t want to exert the effort. The me that is so charming and delightful is a farce. It comes naturally, but leaves me so drained. Its comfortable being at home around my safe people and not having to fix my face when outsiders say something I don’t like.