This reminds me of my early days back when I thought I was a cross dresser. When I first worked up the courage to actually get out of my house, I thought there were only certain places I could go. Like, I'll be fine if I go to the movies where no none could really see me, but if I tried going to a museum I'd be fully persecuted. It occurred to me to stop just blinding believing my fears and instead test them. It became like a game. Oh look I can actually go to museums, but I bet you I wouldn't be able to go to CostCo. Okay, then after successfully navigating CostCo, then it moved to something else, well sure everything was fine there, but it will probably be horrible if you _________. Thus I spent years pushing myself more and more to just be willing to be me, doing anything I wanted to. I never did find anyplace that I was not able to go.