Granted it was for PTA and I knew most of the people, but I still went. And this is huge progress. I no longer find an excuse to not leave the house. I don't dread being the odd man out and being the only single person in the room.
For years, I avoided going out socially after Robert died. It was mentally exhausting to even think about hanging out with people. I didn't want to keep rebelling my story, and I hated feeling alone. Now, I'm used to the alone. I am used to being me instead of we, and most times, I can enjoy myself as long as there isn't any trigger for me.
We had fun. A bunch of people were bowling and others of us were just hanging out and talking. I was pretty quiet, but I had fun.
I enjoyed seeing people and not chasing munchkin around at a breakneck pace. So much fun, that I really should do this more often!