
It was never easy. The triggers are there. The door to the past is never completely closed as much as we’d like it to be.
The public ridicule is real; I expect it any time I go out. I’m sure its deserving.
That’s the thing of course; I never thought at the time that all these years later the fear would still be there, so I happily stay in my protected world.
It’s easy to avoid people, you go out only when you want to, like the early morning, you never browse in the shops, you know what you want, you get it and go home.
Conversation becomes difficult, you become aware of being the boring person in the room so chat grows more and more strained and you understand when people move away and look for someone more stimulating.
My second attempt at a relationship was a disaster. It…
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I wish I could take this challenge. So difficult to vent out for me.
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You are welcome to try it out 🙂
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