I know the sons mentioned here have a much more severe form of the illness than I do, but I will say this, that I would withdraw and isolate myself as much as I was allowed to. And yes, when my family forced me into socializing and made go places with them out in public, I felt extremely uncomfortable and I felt a lot of stress, anxiety, outright fear and terror, but it ended up being good for me in the end, because I became desensitized to it over time and built up a tolerance to it. And I re-learned how to act in public, what to do, what not to do, what to say, what not to say, through lots of experiences out in public. Getting out of that bedroom and out of my comfort zone did me a lot of good. As for work, they made it clear that not working was not an option. They made it clear that if I stayed home all day, I would still be working all day long, but I wouldn’t get paid for it. My Mom had me constantly cleaning the house, dusting furniture, sweeping and mopping the floor, cleaning the windows (inside and out), washing dishes, doing laundry, mowing the yard (with a non-motorized push mower, really got me in shape), sweeping the porches, raking leaves, etc.