Do I ever relate to this..
Since I had to stop working, and my illnesses various as they are got worse I found myself with fewer 'friends' and eventually not even the people I only thought of as 'people I chat to sometimes' either wanted to talk to me, or in many cases, me to them.
I was weirdly ok with that for quite a while, I was increasingly socially phobic anyway, and had been through some more extreme behaviours while my PTSD was at its very worst so I didn't feel confident being out and about.
I also didn't like using the phone, I still don't.
I have managed to make a sort of friend out of a neighbour who is also poorly and spends a lot of her time alone, so we have cups of tea together sometimes. We have very little in common otherwise and I keep my cards very close to my chest.
I got it in my head I wanted a/some penpals, I love writing letters, real ones on paper with stamps.. and it seems the internet has plenty of places you can find people who love that too.
Unfortunately my husband is very worried by all this, he doesn't think its safe to give away our address to people online, not even my name for that matter. So after I had already enthusiastically been looking, and sending messages to a few people, including giving my address to a lady in the UK knowing she was unlikely to be a Nigerian man trying to get me to send money or whatever other scams they warn you about online and my husband was worried about.
For some stupid reason when he was talking to me about how maybe we could get a PO box number so I could do this safely etc I neglected to tell him I had already gone and given my details to someone...and I didn't tell him until he found a letter on the doorstep.
This isn't the first time I have avoided telling him something, I was like it as a kid. I get so worried about how to explain when I realise I have done something stupid, that I avoid it until its too late and I just end up looking shady and like he cant trust me.
Now the penpal thing is a bone of contention, ive really blown it. Yes my husband isn't well either, he gets so paranoid but I think he had his reasons here.
Doh.. lonliness makes me do super dopey incautious things.