Social anxiety is a lot about being so afraid to say or do THE WRONG THING that you don’t do anything – which is often definitely the wrong thing.

So when I attended a funeral recently and my friend, the chief mourner, thanked me for coming, I just nodded, certain that anything I might say would be THE WRONG THING.

The trouble is, I probably would get it wrong, because I never learned to get it right. I need a Mr Right to teach me, although I wouldn’t want Mr Right’s fate to befall that person. Remember? The more right Mr Wrong became, the more wrong Mr Right became. Oh dear.

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