So much of this thread is familiar!!! I have become progressively social phobic over recent years, because of the impact of traumatic events and retraumatisation. It happens, pretty well inevitably, at times, but the more time I spend at home, the less chance there is of it happening on any given day.
I remember before I found this strategy, going out day after day, and getting these terrible things happening that I didn't understand and couldn't explain. Often I didn't even see the trigger, I would just be overwhelmed with this terrible feeling, and not know where it was coming from. I would fight against it, and try to compare it with reality, but sometimes I would not be strong enough to stop it, and have to return home as soon as I could, or at the least walk away on my own, to find some peace. Sometimes this would happen three or four or more times in a week, and it would leave me a wreck. These are not panic attacks, but some of the feelings are similar; they are incidents of retraumatisation.
So, fast forward to today. Last week I had the difficult time in the car. That was on Saturday. Then I stayed in the house until Wednesday, when we ran out of food, and I had to go to the supermarket. I ended up a nervous wreck doing that, and felt really ill, and spent the next afternoon asleep to recover from it. Then today. This morning I have taken C to her new school, 20 miles from home, for a 3 hour art session. Screen printing I was going to spend the time in the car, reading, but I have a friend nearby, and I am at her house instead.
This friend has N traits - as all my friends do - but she has given me a house key so I can come here whenever I want, when C is at school, which is going to be sooo useful in the months ahead. She has told me to help myself to anything, and she has left me her computer to play with - which is where I am now.
If today goes well, then that is a big achievement both for C and me, in terms of making contact with the real world once more, and breaking out of our self imposed exile in my house. I know it is tempting to stay safe, but this is a cumulative thing; once you start then the only way to go is to be less and less social, less and less involved in life. And it is soooooo boring. Safe, but deadly dull.
I always feel like staying at home when I have a social event to go to. Usually that is because my family is involved, which is always more or less of a nightmare. And C has learned the same kind of dread in advance of anything. But we recognise it, cope with the feelings, and go anyway, with the understanding that if it is really awful we will come straight home again. At least that way you have half a chance of having a good time.