My emotional bonding process is comprised of three stages based totally off of irrational anxiety.

Stage one: I won't address a person by their name for at least 2 months. This also depends on how often I'm around them. I have a phobia of saying people's names wrong so I avoid it as much as possible with people I don't know.

Stage two: feeling comfortable enough to fall asleep around somebody takes a long time for me. One time I fell asleep late at night in my car. I was parked at a supermarket and I woke up at 10am with customers and random people around me. I felt so vulnerable that I had a panic attack.

Stage three: using somebody's bathroom. Specifically concerning "the number two protocol". I generally don't use the bathroom in public in the first place. I've had some pretty terrible experiences in public bathrooms. One in particular was at a rest stop in south Florida. Walking up to the entrance, rats scurried away from me. I should have taken it as an omen. I had to go really bad so I didn't think about it. I get to the stall and start to handle my business. Nobody is in there (or so I thought) but I'm still being discreet. Now it's time to wipe and I start doing that. The only problem is, it's an automatic toilet and it had an extremely aggressive flush. So it goes off every time I lean forward to wipe. By this time, another person has come in, and they start shouting "Wooh!" every time the flush happens. I had to sit through like 7 total flushes and "wooh!" shouts before it was done. It was a nightmare.