My dad was an alcoholic, he was really over friendly, irrational and embarassing when he was drunk - mostly on the weekends. I had friends in the neighbourhood who would come around too much, making it all unbearable. I regretfully broke my friendships with them, rather than have it all continue. We also moved around a bit and I went to five different schools, so friendships were broken there, too.
Grade 5 onwards was at all-boy schools - by my teens I was very girl shy. I first noticed my social anxiety in grade 6 when I was elected to a student position that involved talking in meetings - I couldn't do it. Being raised a catholic put a load of nonsense in my headand made me anxious on different levels. At college I took a mixed class that involved reading my book report in front of the class. I was so nervous of the girls in that class that I never read the book, let alone do a report on it, and I dropped out of college mid way.
In high school I experienced something that I think killed off any childhood wonder that I still had inside me. This may have been a catalyst for ongoing anxiety as I can feel it affecting me now as I type. My grandmother (mother's side) lived nearby and I would sometimes go to visit her. On this day my mum was away for the day. I knocked on my grandmother's door and there was no answer.
Thinking that she may have fallen I found the spare key and went in. She must have had a stroke when getting up in the night and was lying across the bed, dead. Seeing her was the biggest shock I have ever had and I ran out of there in absolute terror. A neighbour saw me and took control of it all. When I got home my dad handled it by getting very drunk. My mum, feeling her own grief, asked if i was ok, but nothing more. I was strongly affected by this for months. PTSD? maybe.
Yes, my childhood has contributed to my SA