HermioneG wrote:
Hate is a strong word...
Yes, and our dislike of certain intrusions into our comfort zones does not have to over-ride our attempts to deal with them in the healthiest ways possible.
HermioneG wrote:
The thing is, I enjoy socializing on my terms. However, I'm more comfortable when...I choose who is coming over, when, and what we're doing so I can mentally prepare...
Surprise knocks at the door always give me a burst of anxiety no matter what, and I get up and go outside through the carport to see who is there rather than opening the front door where people typically expect to be invited to come inside. Much of the time I am greatly relieved to see it was a delivery person who simply left something at the door and I sound a big "Thank you!" as s/he is walking back to his or her vehicle...thanks for the delivery and thanks for not needing, wanting or expecting anything more. My wife's elderly (slightly older than us) aunt is the only unexpected please-come-on-in visitor we ever get, and her visits are fine with me because she and my wife chat while I (in the same room) just keep doing whatever I am doing and occasionally adding a comment or something to be certain she knows she is not being ignored. She keeps her own home nearly-spotless and she knows this one used to be about the same before my in-laws died, but she never says anything about that or seems bothered by our clutter or a little cat hair (we have only one cat) on a chair.
Funny story: I recently tripped our security system accidentally while actually trying to disable it entirely, and that somehow set off a silent pain alarm that brought three police officers to our door. I went to the front door and waved toward the carport like I always do without thinking of the fact the officer might think I was either waving him off or ignoring or avoiding him or whatever. By the time I reached the carport, one officer had already gone through the gate into the backyard to look in through the windows and then another asked whether there was anyone else in the house. I told him my wife was here and invited him in while explaining we do not use the front door, but then when we got inside I realized another officer had already come in by passing behind me while I was talking in the carport! The three officers quickly left after realizing all was well, but it seemed to me they might have suspected I had been trying to divert them from coming inside...and yes, in fact, and even though they are always completely welcome at any time, I actually was! After all, unexpected visitors are intrusions into my comfort zone.
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