Hopefully it will be fairly obvious from the exchange in yesterday’s post that the problem with accepting my friend’s Saturday night invitation wasn’t so much whether or not it was a nice thing to do. The problem was that it was stopping me doing what I really needed to do, namely,  get some down time. It wasn’t the event itself that was the problem so much as what the event was depriving me of. I can entirely understand why my therapist took the approach he did; he was trying to get me to concentrate on the nice things about it as a social event, rather than on what it would be be stopping me doing ie relaxing. It wasn’t effective, though, because he couldn’t make me as an introvert welcome an energy-sapping social event when I needed some energy-creating me-time, any more than you can start wanting a slice of cake instead of a cold drink when you’re really thirsty.

More tomorrow.