social phobia
She was 22 and dirty, poorly dressed, having been dragged into my clinic office by a social aide. She knew her diagnosis.
“I got social anxiety disorder. I am social phobic. I don’t want to leave my apartment.” She was looking me straight in the eye, through her tangled blond hair with a purple streak. I think her clothes had been black, what the kids call “goth,” before they became soiled.
She didn’t do drugs; that was the good news. She did drink; her friends brought her that in exchange for; guess what. Yes, whatever charms she had, she certainly was not ashamed to exchange them for booze.
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Tags: cognitive-behavioral therapy, EFT, social phobia.
Filed under Psychotherapy by admin on Jan 6th, 2010. 1 Comment.