I know I’m in the antisocial camp. I find being in a large group absolutely exhausting and I would rather stick pins in my eyes than go on holiday with 17 other people. I sometimes wish I was better in social situations but whenever I end up in a group I just get so bored with the non stop chatter that other people obviously enjoy that I want to run away screaming. I don’t make comments, rude or otherwise, but just shrink into a corner and pray for deliverance! I think at this stage we have to accept how we are and don’t need to put ourselves in situations that are torture.
A place you know you won’t visit now but would have liked to
Support and friendship for those whose lives have been affected by estrangement.



