"Social anxiety" is what started me looking into my mental health. I've always had a hard time making and keeping friends; first I'm too damn scared to go up to somebody and say "Hi!", unless there's an associate who is talking to them just prior...then I have an "excuse" to go up to them.
Then after the first "Hi!"...then what? Do I say my interests, or get them to talk about theirs? What if they don't want to talk about their interests, and/or turn me down flat? What interests do I have? Or did I have? Why am I looking at my feet, or the walls, or my drink...
Then they get bored. I have *never*, in my life, ever had anyone say, "Golly! You're very interesting! I want your phone number!" Or, "Wow! You're HOT! I would like to F**K you tonight!" or anything in-between. Almost always they just say, "Well, it's been interesting, but I have to go now." (Which I read as, "
you're frikkin' an odd one, you are!")
WTF, over? I don't drink (much--two drinks and I'm done), I don't curse, I respect the other person, I work hard with a good income, have a working car...

I've tried changing things, tried reading people, etc. It doesn't matter. I have no idea what is wrong. Being TS solved the "I feel terrible about being a guy" when I'm at home, or doing errands...but making friends? Didn't touch it.
I'm getting to the point where I hate living. Especially since my kids and ex are so damn adamant that I ruined their lives, and in fact want me out of theirs. I have no other human contacts.
I love my work. It gives me some hope that I'll be able to get the surgeries I need...and if I play my budget right, I can afford therapy before SRS as well.
But in the meantime...I have to take life one day at a time, one hour at a time. One moment at a time, sometimes.
All I want is to hold a hand. To share some little moment of my life with another person's life-moment, to give me a sense that I'm worth it.
Ehh...this is probably beyond the topic. Hope all of you are doing well. I'll be fine, "this too shall pass."