I'm about to go to the dentist tomorrow. Haven't been to see one in like 5 years. I'm dreading it immensely, to be honest. The silly thing is that there's nothing even wrong with my teeth. I just want them to remove the metal brace that sits behind my bottom teeth, as kind of a hidden retainer of sorts. Anyone else have one of these by the way? Just curious, I guess. Anyway, it's been there for like 15 years and removing it won't cause any issues, since it's purpose was always to serve as a light precautionary measure once one gets their braces off. Other than that, I've never gotten any cavities and pretty much have super teeth despite treating them like absolute shit (I only brush them like once every few weeks and I don't floss), all thanks to certain beneficial enzymes that exist in my mouth that prevent plaque & bacteria buildup. Funny how nature would bless me in such a weird way. Basically the only good thing in my genetics.
Besides that, no I don't leave the house. I only left the house twice last year. First time to an eye center, escorted by both my parents because without them the anxiety would've been too great too handle, while also needing them to push me along when the already present anxiety was enough to paralyze me, to see if I were a candidate for LASIK/PRK since I hate, and am long sick of wearing my glasses, but the lady there denied me since my prescription was too high (I'm a +5).
Second time, more embarrassingly, was an emergency visit to the local clinic because I got a bladder infection from using a dirty sock to jerk off in because I was too lazy to grab another roll of toilet paper/tissue box. I tried to ignore it, but the pain became overwhelming, so I went with my father to get it sorted out while panicking the whole time and having my heart turn into a jackhammer. The doctor there just gave me some antibiotics pills, which sorted it out rather quickly, fortunately. Nobody ever asked any questions, aside from my parents, but I just lied and said I must've missed cleaning down there, to which they both just shrugged and said whatever. I want to put my first through my head for being so lazy & stupid.
The year before that, I also only went out once with my mother to get an office chair for myself (Herman Miller for only $20, if you can believe it, sitting in it right now as a matter of fact) because she refused to go on her own, so I hid in and behind the car while she talked to the guy and gave him the money.
In between it all I'll also sometimes go on a drive late at night with my mother around the town. Even more rarely, sometimes we'll stop by near the bay and get out and have a light stroll and look at the stars. I don't really count that as going outside though per se, since it's always like 2:00 AM and no one's ever around at that time, so there's not much to be anxious about while I'm mostly hidden in the rolling house of our car. I also tend to turn her down a lot because I'm too lazy/fearful to leave the house 99% of the time.
As far as going outside by myself? Never. Not even at night. The anxiety would give me an absolute heart attack. I think I've only done it about 5 or 6 times in 12 years and it was always just to check the mailbox or putter about the backyard. The last time I was outside in broad daylight by myself was the middle of 2007, just before I dropped out of high school and quit my part-time job and became a hermit.
If I ever have to liver here by myself someday, everything will have to be mail ordered to me via NEETbux which, fortunately for me, I already posses.