Hi Ladies & Gents, I hope you're all well. Happy holidays.
I was reading some posts about going out and thinking of the experience of being dressed and how it progresses. I remember when I was about 11 and just starting with the dressing, hiding away in the bedroom even though no-one else was home. Gradually I started venturing out to the top of the stairs (still no one home) then creeping quietly downstairs. The process developed to spending more time downstairs (constantly looking out the window to see if anyone was coming back and keeping doors open between the stairs and me) then opening the back door, then venturing into the porch, down the path, into the garden. All the while with my heart in my mouth, blood pounding in my ears, and fear/hope that I might get caught
After a couple of years I was walking around a local town centre and then, when I left home, other town centres and going to clubs, pubs etc.
I was a Whitby a few weeks ago and, hopefully, will be there next year.
Anyone else want to share their journey?