The only dtrangers I've spoken to this week have been a couple of medicsl people making appointments.
I don't talk about it much, but I'm pretty much a shut-in. I have anxiety and agoraphobia so had they almost eclipse the chronic pain. Put together into a heap and unless I have no choice, I can't. Even then, I constantly reschedule appointments and everything.
But, the two appointments I'm about to have are ones I've been waiting for. One to talk about sleep apnea that I've been on the list for since Jan last year. One for psychotherapy which I've been on the list for about 2 and a half years (and pretty sure they bumped me up the list after my dr yet again wrote to them, this time with concerns over self harm and suicidal ideation. Might have been just to shut everyone up but I'll take it).
For the sleep one it's a nice phone call.
But for the therapy I have to go present myself physically at the appointment. This is my cue to go into abject panic. And getting home afterwards is going to be...well I suspect I'll manage it by dissociating til I'm safe again. And holding onto Cuddles, because I know she'll get us there and back.
I used to love talking to strangers. These days, I can mask up and do the thing, but it's exhausting and terrifying and I have to hide for days afterwards. I miss the days when I didn't fear everything. But š¤· This got off topic.
Wow, your new cover pic is š„!! Loved this episode of your newsletter and these two very sweet interactions. Also, yay to getting back into the novel. Here to support that in any way I can, so hit me up if I can help support that goal. Full trust that you will make time for it this week! Hugs, my friend.
Happy birthday. I'm at a conference so lots of interesting interactions with strangers.
The only dtrangers I've spoken to this week have been a couple of medicsl people making appointments.
I don't talk about it much, but I'm pretty much a shut-in. I have anxiety and agoraphobia so had they almost eclipse the chronic pain. Put together into a heap and unless I have no choice, I can't. Even then, I constantly reschedule appointments and everything.
But, the two appointments I'm about to have are ones I've been waiting for. One to talk about sleep apnea that I've been on the list for since Jan last year. One for psychotherapy which I've been on the list for about 2 and a half years (and pretty sure they bumped me up the list after my dr yet again wrote to them, this time with concerns over self harm and suicidal ideation. Might have been just to shut everyone up but I'll take it).
For the sleep one it's a nice phone call.
But for the therapy I have to go present myself physically at the appointment. This is my cue to go into abject panic. And getting home afterwards is going to be...well I suspect I'll manage it by dissociating til I'm safe again. And holding onto Cuddles, because I know she'll get us there and back.
I used to love talking to strangers. These days, I can mask up and do the thing, but it's exhausting and terrifying and I have to hide for days afterwards. I miss the days when I didn't fear everything. But š¤· This got off topic.
Wow, your new cover pic is š„!! Loved this episode of your newsletter and these two very sweet interactions. Also, yay to getting back into the novel. Here to support that in any way I can, so hit me up if I can help support that goal. Full trust that you will make time for it this week! Hugs, my friend.