Social Anxiety Looks Weird. I Get It.
It’s not that I don’t like people. It’s just that when they talk to me, my body goes haywire.
There was always enough food to feed a family of seven, and she was able to store a week’s worth of groceries for these hungry boys in a refrigerator that was little more than five feet tall—a relic older than my husband, and not replaced until years after we were married. Every centimeter was crammed with perishables, which only she knew how to find. She made enough food, but it didn’t mean the boys were easily satisfied.