I haven’t been out anywhere in a while. When I do venture outside the home environment it is ALWAYS with the man, the man understands I don’t like people; he gets the whole phobia deal. I don’t trust anyone else to take me anywhere. I have in the past and I’ve either been left alone somewhere, or started to have a panic attack or just been thrown headfirst into awkward and horrible social situations. I can trust no-one. No-one but the man.
I actually felt like crying a bit when his car went down the driveway. Don’t get me wrong, I love being in the House by myself usually, but when he goes out without me it’s very much a lost opportunity to get out the house and go somewhere, for my own sanity if nothing else.
So I just sat up in bed, in the dark, in the eerily silent house and felt quite gutted. Sad really isn’t it?
