Text message received 6:54pm:
I’m here. Hard to spot
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Text message sent 6:54pm:
Just walking the couple of kilometers from my car
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Text message received 6:54pm:
Cool I’ll stand here uncomfortably
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Text message received 6:54pm:
I’m here. Hard to spot
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Text message sent 6:54pm:
Just walking the couple of kilometers from my car
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Text message received 6:54pm:
Cool I’ll stand here uncomfortably
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For a while in my mid-teens I was very afraid and spent a lot of time inside, alone. That should be the dictionary definition of agoraphobia, not ‘an abnormal fear of being in crowds, public places, or open areas, sometimes accompanied by anxiety attacks.’ But there you go. Inevitably I’m asked ‘What were you so afraid of?’ but I didn’t know how to answer then and I don’t know how to answer now, half my life later. The only way I can articulate it is actually hopelessly inarticulate: I was afraid of everything that could happen. So I stayed inside where I felt safe.