
I seem to think I may have the unusual fear as defined above. My family has been bringing my absence to my attention more and more, and I just can't explain. That is, until I realized that all I want to do is stay in my apartment and have people leave me alone. Now, I do go out at everey chance if I can walk of ride my bike there. When someone mentions a car ride that I have to take, I just lose the interest. In recollection I think this is a symptom of recovery for abuse victims. I never pursued any therapy after the incident, instead relying on friends and family to be there as I opened up about what went on with Adrian. After I went back to him and he still remained incompetent and evil, the recovery process appears to have taken a step to the side instead of forward. I can't see my mom or my dad or my friends because there is so much comfort in my apartment now that the evil has amicably left. I feel like that girl in the picture.
Luckily, I have my Sylvia who will be visiting me on Sunday with a shampoo kit I ordered. I hope to get her on the bike again!

I feel like that,too.
ReplyDeleteBesides...do these people who have pointd out your absences have cars? do they not know where you live? Phone lines and streets run both ways...