Oh boy. My social anxiety was out of control during my teen years and you bet your sweet bippy I jumped through some crazy hoops to work around uncomfortable situations, but nothing tops this one. I think I was around 17. We’d just moved in and my mom had a handyman come do some work around the house. To this day I hate having to deal with strangers in the house, but I took it to the max this particular time. Basically I locked myself in my closet and spent the whole day in it. And I mean the WHOLE day. He arrived early in the morning and didn’t end up leaving until midnight (that’s a story in itself). I only left my little anxiety cave once that entire time while he had to go pick up some stuff from Home Depot.

Honestly it wasn’t a completely terrible self-inflicted experience because my closet is a walk-in and I have some books and other stuff in there so I was able to lay comfortably and pass the time. But nonetheless, it was pretty darn extreme. I didn’t realize how much I was degrading myself until my bladder said it was time to open the floodgates. The dude was right outside the door working in my bathroom so I resorted to pissing into one of the bottles of water I had with me. I’m a girl btw, so I had to take extra care not to get any business on the carpet. Somehow I managed.

Yup, those were the golden years. And ironically this all happened not long after I had came out of the proverbial closet.

TL;DR Extremely socially anxious teenage me hid in my closet for almost an entire day to avoid interacting with a handyman