Wow, I have this exact condition that you are describing. I have gone up to three months without setting foot off of my front porch, if I do not HAVE TO go somewhere, I absolutely prefer to be in my sanctuary. Who knows what will happen out in the world? I feel safe at home but no where else. I do not think that this is full agorophobia, because I can go places if I am forced to, and I feel less terrified if my husband is with me, although I still act completely different. The feeling I get I can compare to how Ralphie's Mom (from A Christmas Story) acted when her husband put the leg lamp in the window of their home, she just kept saying, "Uh....Uh.....Uh...Ah....Ahh." that is how I tend to act most of my time out of my home structure. I have to have absolute knowledge and planning for each exit from my home. I rarely even wear shoes because, why. My family knows, when I put shoes on something is going on. I long to be one of those (perceived by me) carefree comers and goers, easily going from place to place, leaving the house recklessly at a moment's notice, travelers unafraid of being out of doors, but it has not happened yet. I was making progress about six months ago, but I relapsed. You are not alone. Suffering with you. Hopefully this can be changed, unless I am meant to live in isolation, which is acceptable to me although I believe my family could have a fuller life if I could go places with less or no trepidation.