My parents were like this, especially my mom and the outcome you described is pretty accurate. I’m iny 30s and still working on unfucking myself.
One of my core memories is when I had a panic attack going up a spiral stairwell in a tall building we visited on vacation and after getting back down I asked that they not tell people about it because it was embarrassing. Literally the next stop was another similar building so I stayed out of it and a few minutes later I hear my mom BELLOWING from the top to everyone that was up there with her about what happened. Couldn’t even make it 2 hours …
My parents were like this, especially my mom and the outcome you described is pretty accurate. I’m iny 30s and still working on unfucking myself.
One of my core memories is when I had a panic attack going up a spiral stairwell in a tall building we visited on vacation and after getting back down I asked that they not tell people about it because it was embarrassing. Literally the next stop was another similar building so I stayed out of it and a few minutes later I hear my mom BELLOWING from the top to everyone that was up there with her about what happened. Couldn’t even make it 2 hours …