I went round to see the locked-in teenager earlier on, but didn't get to see him. We wasn't in the right frame of mind to see anyone so stayed in his room.
I think I know how he felt. Rather I remember how I felt sometimes when I wouldn't see people, and would stay in my bedroom until they had left. Some people I just didn't like so would avoid them. Others I did like, only I just didn't feel up to being sociable. It's so easy to feel you're you're being crowded out, when all you want is to be quiet.
When I was in a relationship (for want of a better word), I used to deal with this by cooking and cooking and cooking, thereby ensuring that I was always too busy to entertain. I used to turn out endless cakes, puddings, desserts, bread, pastries, pies, as well as what we were having for dinner. And then there was all the consequent washing and drying up. I'm sure that other people must have thought it quite ridiculous, but that's how I survived.
I do hope the kid is feeling a bit better when I turn up next week.
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