Things I’ve done to fight the social anxiety in the last couple of days:
Dug out booklet on CBT for social anxiety that I remembered I bought at university;
Spoke to people at Kiddush (blessing said before dinner and lunch on the Sabbath, by extension the refreshments served with the Kiddush blessing after the morning service on the Sabbath) and Seudah Shlishit (third Sabbath meal, often eaten communally at the synagogue) at shul (synagogue);
Spoke to the frum man who started a conversation with me on the bus, even though I wanted to read and was nervous that he would judge me negatively;
Responded politely when said frum man blessed me that I would get married soon even though I thought it was a bit of a personal thing to say (I think it was meant well and who knows, maybe it will work);
Phoned someone to arrange a date, even though I was very nervous (I haven’t really asked someone out for years, the other dates I’ve been on recently were blind dates arranged by other people although to be fair my sister had checked with this person (a friend of my sister) that she was willing to go out with me before giving me her phone number);
Tried deep breathing when I started shaking at the barber’s and mostly got it under control (I’ve been told the shaking is probably a minor panic attack, but also that it’s caused by medication side-effects; I’m not sure how they interact. This hasn’t been a problem for some years, so it felt a bit of a retrograde step, but I tried not to let it worry me);
Answered questions at Talmud shiur (class);
Went to a coffee morning for the OCD support group I go to (or used to go to – I haven’t been for a while, partly because it’s been hard with work, partly because I’ve been a lot better).
The half-time score: Luftmentsch 8, social anxiety 1.