I'll make you a list, shall I?
>Agoraphobia
I have not left my house for anything besides government (read: neetbux) appointments in 4 years. It's only gotten worse since my mum canceled all the plans I had made to try getting into school, kicked me out of the house and sent me to live with my dad in the middle of bumfuck nowhere.
>Extreme social anxiety
It's hard enough for me to talk to people I *do* know. When I have to talk to a stranger, I open my mouth but nothing comes out no matter how hard I try and force it, and I end up sitting in silence painfully aware that I'm supposed to be answering them but just can't.
>How many friends do you have?
I've never had any friends. Not in school and not now, and it's impossible for me to make any friends now because, for the foreseeable future, I am living in a rural caravan park where the only other residents are alcoholic 50 year olds.
>Absolutely zero support from fucking anyone
The worst part imo. People tell me all the time how they 'want me to get better', but no one, not my mum, not my dad, not a single person has ever actually tried to help me. Even when I wanted to and was actively trying to get help.
I remember the first time I tried to tell my mother that I think I might have an anxiety problem. She called me a liar, told me that I was just lazy and, very clearly I remember, called me a 'millstone around her neck, or a burden
Even later, after I had stopped going to highschool in year 11, and had been formally diagnosed with an anxiety disorder, she still did nothing. She had people from some fucking mental hospital come into my room and wake me up once (with a fucking cop escorting them just for the extra scarring), where they told me that they'd like me to come with them to the hospital at a later time for an evaluation. To make a long story short, I asked my mum at least 3 times to call them back so we could follow up on that, and she never did a damn thing, and my dad is much of the same.
