I see you in a room with several people. A look of anger on your face. But I know the anger directed outward. It is not even anger. It is intense focus. Focus on ignoring the adrenals that scream to your legs, "RUN!" Even though there is no dange(more)r at a dinner party.
I want to rescue you from this. I know I must stand back. Allow you to work this out on your own. A simple hello can cause you to over think your response. Sweat drips from your brow in an air conditioned room.
I watch your body language that screams, "HIDE ME!" I know when we get home, you will run to your room, log onto your computer and hide from the world that can see you. Behind your monitor you can relax. You can chat it up with anyone. You charm and delight hundreds at a time behind the smoke of technology.
Put you in a social setting with more than two - you cover yourself like Winston Churchill chumming with Franklin Roosevelt and Josef Stalin. Trying to turn it on, and to onlookers, seemingly doing so. I, however, know you. I see the panic on your face. But you are determined to do it. I admire you for this.
Your social phobia inspires me to push ahead in my difficulties. (less)