My agoraphobia

Every week, I always looked forward to seeing my Sainsbury’s delivery driver; very silly you may think but that is my only human contact.

I used to know when he was here as I could see his fluorescent jacket through the kitchen back door but my agoraphobia has now got so bad that when he knocked on the door, I asked who he was.

It was also the quickest delivery ever, with him and me piling everything into my old Ikea bag; I even shut the door as he was leaving which, in my book is impolite.

But that was not the end of it. I always unpack everything straightaway, as most has to go in the freezer or fridge but I then realised that I was panting; I was very scared when the door was opened and it has had a great effect on me; it has taken me half an hour to calm down. I really didn’t know that my agoraphobia was that bad, as it has taken that half an hour, of chain smoking and many gulps of wine, for me to calm down enough to write this message.

I am really buggered

Published by David Hender (copyright owner- all rights reserved)

If you want to know me, you first need to understand where I have been and where I am going

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