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Do you get scared of going outside?
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I have severe pain hyperacusis. I'm stuck in a room all day every day. Leaving the house poses the risk of worsening my condition when it's already at a severe life destroying level. So yes I am afraid to leave for this reason.
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toasterbath, Élégie, ForbiddenSiren and 1 other person
I have severe pain hyperacusis. I'm stuck in a room all day every day. Leaving the house poses the risk of worsening my condition when it's already at a severe life destroying level. So yes I am afraid to leave for this reason.
Yes, it happens every time I leave the house. It is like going to an alien world where I feel that all eyes are on me, judging every move I make, the clothes I wear and my physical appearance. A horrible feeling. Maybe it is the result of my paranoia
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Yeah every time. I needed to go outside the last 3 days and man it was hard. 1. Getting up in the morning (nearly impossible) 2. Seeing all this people that can enjoy life 3. The crowds, sooo many people out there 4. Trying to get what I have to do like today I bought a new phone and man it was exhausting and I didn't even enjoy having a new phone.
Food I only order online and let it be delivered, I can't take it to be in a store for a longer time.
Mine started about 2-3 months ago. My friends, family, and doctors all know I'm agoraphobic. Funny, my mother is the only one that makes me feel bad about it. If I could get out of my house, I would.
I actually had to physically go to a psychiatric appt yesterday, she prescribed me benzos, so by law I have to meet with her in person once a year (still don't know how that will keep people from getting addicted to them, but whatever).
I had to buy portable car battery charging cables for my car, because I had left it sitting there for so long without turning it on. It was completely dead… well, still is, I either need to get a new battery, or charge the thing before I want to go anywhere.
I never thought I'd be here in my life, yet here I am. Grateful for all of you… ♡
Mine started about 2-3 months ago. My friends, family, and doctors all know I'm agoraphobic. Funny, my mother is the only one that makes me feel bad about it. If I could get out of my house, I would.
I actually had to physically go to a psychiatric appt yesterday, she prescribed me benzos, so by law I have to meet with her in person once a year (still don't know how that will keep people from getting addicted to them, but whatever).
I had to buy portable car battery charging cables for my car, because I had left it sitting there for so long without turning it on. It was completely dead… well, still is, I either need to get a new battery, or charge the thing before I want to go anywhere.
I never thought I'd be here in my life, yet here I am. Grateful for all of you… ♡
Much love and support em I'm sorry that you're having to go through such a challenging time right now and that your mom is treating you that way because of this just know that many of us are here for you and we understand what you're going through and there's no judgment at all. Much love. Grateful for you as well.
Much love and support em I'm sorry that you're having to go through such a challenging time right now and that your mom is treating you that way because of this just know that many of us are here for you and we understand what you're going through and there's no judgment at all. Much love. Grateful for you as well.
Much love and support to you, too hun. Thank you all for being here for me, please know, I'm here for all of you, too. Judgement free zone here… Much Love to All of You ♡
I cramp up everytime I'm outside, I can't even go for a walk into the forest with my dog and relax because of so many people, so I rather risk going for a walk at night even though I'm afraid some animal will attack me and one time I passed some gypsies and I'm glad nothing happened to me. One thing I gave up one is smiling though. All my life I've been listening to how I always look like I'm in a bad mood and I should smile more, I fucking hate it and I recently gave up on it. It's hard because I so want people to like me, especially men, but it feels so much better being relaxed even if I look like the most depressed or meanest person alive or whatever else people want to project on me.
i have to inevitably go outside, and even if i recently have managed to put my anxieties under control, it still is scary. tiresome, too. i'm constantly very self-conscious, i can't even eat in front of others or grab something bc i believe someone might see the scars on my arms.
the one thing that is fucking me up too much lately is the thought of people talking about me behind my back. that has caused more and more stress each time i go out.
From natural shyness to trauma responses. It can be very hard to be around people or unfamiliar surroundings. It is especially so when life has taught you that nowhere is safe.
when im feeling this bad it sucks to leave the house. i don't like being perceived by others, or seeing how much happier and well-adjusted most folks appear to be.
and god forbid anyone tries to talk to me. any attempt at conversation from my end comes across super awkward and distant. because my mind is barely there. its off somewhere else either thinking about all the reasons to ctb or fantasizing about doing it.
Knowing people can do all sorts of things (including casually allowing extreme suffering) just so they can satiate desire through you can indeed be scary. But then I remember my body does the same thing to me on the regular--coercing me to feel awful if I don't eat or triggering negativity if my appearance doesn't align with what my mind envisions as "ideal".
Life is suffering and suffering is life-affirming, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised, though.
I peep out the windows before taking out the trash or going to the mailbox because I don't want to encounter anyone. Sometimes my next door neighbors will be outside and I can't tell. That's the worst! I literally want to run when I see them lol.
But on those rare days when I've covered all the scars just right, my body isn't detoxing from all the alcohol and I can leave the house - I'll have moments where I say to myself, "So this is what it feels like to be normal."
If I'm in a particularly good mood and can stand to listen to happy songs - I'll take the long way home. Reminiscing about times when I was content; when I looked forward to things... when I could actually ENJOY a meal.
But 99% of the time I'm in a rushed panic. Trying to get in and out as fast as possible. I have to drop off a package at the UPS store tomorrow and I've been distracted with the thought of having to leave my house all day.
The day before I have to leave is almost worse than actually leaving.
I peep out the windows before taking out the trash or going to the mailbox because I don't want to encounter anyone. Sometimes my next door neighbors will be outside and I can't tell. That's the worst! I literally want to run when I see them lol.
But on those rare days when I've covered all the scars just right, my body isn't detoxing from all the alcohol and I can leave the house - I'll have moments where I say to myself, "So this is what it feels like to be normal."
If I'm in a particularly good mood and can stand to listen to happy songs - I'll take the long way home. Reminiscing about times when I was content; when I looked forward to things... when I could actually ENJOY a meal.
But 99% of the time I'm in a rushed panic. Trying to get in and out as fast as possible. I have to drop off a package at the UPS store tomorrow and I've been distracted with the thought of having to leave my house all day.
The day before I have to leave is almost worse than actually leaving.
I know what you mean. That anticipation, it builds up. I had a similar experience this week, I Had to physically go to a doctor appt (I've been using zoom, bc of my agoraphobia), the day before was way worse than the actual day.
All the thoughts and worries, it's so overwhelming. I'm here for you today, if you need it… I know how hard it is ♡
I don't even get dressed anymore. I forget what a bra and fitting clothes even feel like. I stay in a nightshirt all the time. I have a few that I just keep washing and changing. I spend most of my time in bed in a state of panic. I have a hard time to even leave my room. Barely eating. Barely surviving. I live alone and haven't talked in person to another human in so long
I don't go past my front door. I just peek out my bedroom window and feel like some weirdo.
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