Back then, there really wasn’t language for this business, but today we call it “Social Anxiety Disorder,” which is just lipstick on the pig Depression. Sometimes I get overwhelmed by people and just can’ t be around them. A side effect of this disorder is people being mad at me all the time because I don’t call or I don’t write or I don’t come to their party. Because the paraplegic won’t go bowling with you. My in-laws seemed offended and my wife routinely upset because they were all extremely social and they assumed I didn’t like them. I liked them just fine. I have a disease.
