I do not really know how to start what I want to say, or even know if what is in my mind is what I really want to say. But here it goes. Well, I was in your same situation for about 1 year. I was not able to leave my house. Everyone made me feel uncomfortable and self-conscience, even my hubby. It got so bad, even to the point of not being able to sleep next to my hubby, for which my hubby felt forced to sleep in our living room sofa almost every night. Not to mention that I couldn't,t even enjoy love-making, it was too stressful. To make a long story short, my SA got completely out of hand, and like many of our fellow SA sufferers I contemplated ending it all once and for all. Nothing seemed worth living for and fearing my kind made life a living hell for me. At the time I had just moved to a different state, and was away from my family, and had no friends, other than my hubby. To this day I am so grateful that my hubby is such a kind soul and has been their for me even during times when I wanted him as far away as possible. I was taking medication, but I guess it was not working for me any longer, and the stress that comes with moving away from all the comfort did help at all.
My life has been a nightmare (not only because of my SA but all the evil people in my childhood) and I had decided, with the help of my hubby and our church to not end my life but to give myself a chance to enjoy all the beauty of what life has to offer and to not let the darkness for ever embrace me.
So, I read all I could find on SA. Luckily I found this site. I started by trying to take a few steps at a time. First, I tried it here, a somewhat safe heaven. I tried to force myself to participate and write, a little at a time. Eventually I even joined the shyroom chatroom that used to be available to us here; it is not any longer, the shyroom people did not liked social phobia people for some reason. Guess they do not understand us and our problems for some reason, even thought these two emotional problems are siblings, in other words, very closely related. Second, I started by forcing myself to go out in public, a little at a time. Each time I went out in public I force myself to stay a little longer. Ofcourse, I was not always successful and my anxiety got the best of me many times, but I kept trying and trying, no matter how many times I failed. Third, I forced myself to get a part-time job. Eventually, I got a full-time job and have that same full-time job to this day. My SA is not completely gone, but I do pat myself on the back for having come so far and just hope to learn to accept anxiety as part of my life and not let it dictate my quality of life.
Well, I am getting tired of writing. Maybe I will continue some other day. There is just so much to write about SA.