Nostophobia

Nostophobia is the fear of returning home. Okay, okay, so I’ve been self diagnosing again, but without any meaningful help, it really is up to me to try and work out why I’m finding life so difficult. The why is the first stage in tackling the problem.

You see I had time to think today. I was able to leave the house for an extended period – 4 hours – during which time I went to my weekly Zumba class, and then flew drove very fast (but not faster than the speed limit) to Newry to post a parcel that I was unable to post in Dublin. Don’t ask. Apparently lots of and lots of new restrictions have been brought in since I last tried to send a parcel anywhere. And the price has gone stratospheric. The cost of the diesel for the trip was probably funded by the difference in postage between Dublin and Newry, *sigh*.

Anyway, I’m digressing. As usual. I know have a bad habit of trying to explain everything, whether you’re interested or not.

Back to the Nostophobia. I’d never heard of it, but it fits some of the issues that affect me. After an extended period away from home today, I began to feel normal again. Able to function, talk properly, drive safely, and make sensible decisions.

That all changed when I walked in through the front door, and my anxiety levels immediately went off the scale. I always said that this house would be too much for a domestically challenged person like me to manage on my own, and so it has proved. On top of that I am now caring for two young adults with conflicting needs, and coping with the ever mounting pile of household and disability administration. My ‘to do’ list just gets longer and longer, and that’s without even considering the stuff that other people do, like switching utility providers to save money, redecorating or taking up knitting!

When I’m in the house, I’m constantly under pressure and constantly on edge, there’s so much stress here, and within these walls are so many bad memories.

It’s another reason to look for a bungalow, as a fresh start might be just the cure I need. I want to say no to Nostophobia and yes to a home where I can breathe a sigh of relief when I put the key in the door. Where my home is a sanctuary, where I can relax and feel safe.

New house, new start, new me… Sounds good, dontcha think??

 

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7 thoughts on “Nostophobia

  1. Sorry life is just so bl**dy tough at the moment are there are no quick fixes or easy answers. I wish I could wave a wand and make it easier. Failing that though, a new bungalow sounds perfect. (And a maid, and a PA, and someone to wait on you hand and foot…)

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  2. A new beginning sounds just perfect and I hope you find the bungalow to allow you to follow this dream. I know exactly what you mean about not wanting to return home after being out for a little while. Getting that sense of “self” whilst you are out, feeling like “you”… and having to return. I feel so guilty, I wouldn’t change my caring role, but home is just so different these days xx

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