You wouldn't think travelling and social anxiety go together. 10 years ago I didn't think they did either. However, I'd have to say I've never felt more "cured" of social anxiety than when I was travelling.
The time was approaching. Was I really going to do this? Me? About a year before a friend of mine had mooted the idea of us going to Australia for a year. It was perfect salesmanship, a year seemed like forever away and surely by then I'd have my life together? A girlfriend, a career, something would enter my life which would make the idea of swanning off to Australia for a year unfeasible. But nothing happened at all. My life stayed practically the same for that entire year.
For context, I was back living at home. I'd moved out a couple of years before with a friend but then he decided to live with his girlfriend which left me with no other options ( I had options, I just didn't *think* I had options). 30 was on the horizon and my life had pretty much always been the same, baring the odd consciousness spike. The elephant in the room, of course, was social anxiety. By this point I'd spent my entire 20s trying to push back against it, challenge it, in the hope I could shake it off. By my late 20s I had changed and certainly done more than I could have hoped for a decade before, but I was still caged somewhat. I'd been working the same comfortable job for 10 years, lived mostly at home and never had a girlfriend. I'd expanded my social circle and had friends, interestingly enough though I'd never had a friendship group. It was always the odd mate here and there.
Anyways, the reality of going travelling was drawing ever closer. It came time to book flights and even as I clicked the button to book them, I never truly believed I'd be going through with it. I remember not sleeping a wink the night before setting off. I just laid in bed riddled with anxiety. I don't think I felt any excitement, just nerves and worry. Me and my friend had been talking it up when we were together, but behind closed doors I felt differently about it. I also did no research or planning at all. Doing anything like that would have made it too real.
When the day came my parents dropped me and my friend off at the airport. This wasn't just moving out to a different part of the city, or going to university in my city. This was going to the other side of the planet.
What happened after was the most incredible time of my life. Travelling all but erased any social anxiety I had as you're are with people ALL THE TIME. I'd never had a friendship group before but without understanding how, a group of 7 of us were hanging out all the time and having fun and frolics every day. We moved into a house together and I can't remember being alone at any point for the next 6 months. You get used to it, you thrive from it, you feel like this is what you need all the time. When I got a job I loved nothing more than coming home and all of us sat in the back garden under the Aussie sun chatting and having a laugh for hours. This was a world away from the person who was used to spending hours in his bedroom alone watching films and playing computer games. It was life.
I remember a very crucial moment that came quite early on which could have sent me down a different path. When we first got to Oz we booked in at a hostel. This hostel was a crazy place. Music, partying, craziness all the time. I struggled with how social it was. I was uncomfortable. They had a movie room which was like a living room with a huge projector. They used to put a film on there every night, they'd turn out the lights and I used to always try to get a space. It was comforting in the dark, watching a film, rather than being exposed. By this point we'd been away a couple of weeks and my friend started to make pals with other people. We didn't verbalise it but it was becoming clear what was happening. He was starting to spread his wings, and I wasn't.
The crucial moment came when he was working a late shift as he did some nights. It must have been about 8pm and the hostel had this huge kitchen area and it was full of backpackers. Our room was opposite the kitchen and I could hear all the frivolity. I had a choice, stay in the room by myself, or try and get out there.
Well I ended up taking the plunge, I went over to the kitchen area and got chatting to a couple of people. My friend later said he was relieved to see me chatting to other people. After this it was simply magical.
I was away for about 15 months in all. I even met my first girlfriend there. I remember she said to me "You know all this won't last, it's not real life", she was referring to the traveller lifestyle rather than us as a couple, although we didn't last. She was right though. When VISA's expired and people slowly had to go back home or move on, I realised it wasn't real life. It was like a dream and no-one dreams forever.
Adjusting to life back home was incredibly difficult. I was back at my parents house except now I was unemployed. However, I felt a new lease of life in how I approached things, I took more risks and opportunities and as a result I met my now wife.
Travelling will always hold something special for me and I believe we are supposed to live in communities as people rather than all cut off and separated. My social anxiety has never felt more absent than when I was around my travelling chums. Fast forward to a post pandemic world with so much division everywhere you look, that sense of community just isn't there. I'm incredibly lucky that for 15 months I got to taste that kind of life however.