I was meant to be meeting my mother today to return her dog who we have been looking after since Friday, due to a really bad headache I couldn't make it. I spent the morning trying to call her landline and mobile phone as well as sending texts saying I couldn't make it, I didn't get hold of her making me feel really sick an anxious. Dad made me stay at home when he took the dog back. When he got home the first thing he said was he was glad I didn't go as my mother wasn't waiting where we had arranged. If I had gone I would have been in the place we arranged getting more and more anxious as time passed.
For some reason no matter how often I try and explain my mother doesn't accept or understand my social phobia. In the past I offered to meet at the Civic centre as I can get there on my own, her response was to say meet her in Waterstones in the centre of town on a Saturday. Social phobia is really easy I hate people, I really hate new situations, if you want to meet allow me to choose somewhere I feel relatively comfortable, I can cope with gigs as I hide in the dark by the back wall, but a room even with less people than at a gig which I feel/believe people can see me freaks me out.
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