I’m generally uneasy in social situations. It’s not that I don’t like people; it’s that to feign normalcy I have to muster up conversation and some of it has to be about me.
It makes me feel like this guy:
Sharing opinions or personal information like whether I like crunchy or smooth peanut butter is lost on me. I mean, who cares?
Healer Lady would probably suggest that I fear intimacy. She’s never actually said this, but she recommended a therapy group that focuses on communication and intimacy. I can take a hint.
Still, I have solid proof that…
I’m in a group once a week that focuses on interpersonal relationships or something like that. Healer Lady thought it would be good for me and I suppose she’s right. Really, it’s my big night out for the week.
On occasion, because of busy schedules, we hire a babysitter to watch Nugget. Most people hire babysitters for a romantic dinner or cocktails with friends, but we hire babysitters because I’m wacked and a weekly infusion of group therapy is necessary.
A couple of weeks ago, we hired one of Nugget’s favorite babysitters who doubles as a teacher at her daycare. Nugget LOVES her. So much so, she called her Mama once. I was like WTF! Taming my Mama Bear, I reasoned that it clearly happened only once and it was because she had low blood sugar. That settled that.