It's not that I don't want to be out in the world, it's that I worry about something happening and not being there to help my boys (2 pets) escape death, or, failing that, go with them. I fear this every day, and have even missed work a few times because I just couldn't leave them. It's getting worse all the time. My T knows, but I don't think she understands the depth of my fear.

Suggestions?

Edited to add:

Previous roommate problems precludes me getting one to be there when I'm gone. Besides the fact that, while not as bad as "Hoarders" on TV (yeah, we all say that), I'm not a neat person, at all.