I didn't figure a lot of stuff out until a couple years ago in therapy. I have never liked going to other people's houses, especially to babysit and never quite understood why. It only occurred to me late in therapy that my stepmother, who was "new" to me, taking me around and introducing me to all those new people and places, dropping me off (is someone going to come back and get me? :-) and the constant change didn't help any of my inborn shyness/anxiety!

But I really hate when something such as "weather" or a "building" can cause feeling states that I can't track because they're so vague or long ago. Working with T for a zillion years to get words helped a lot; I use to have all sorts of bizarre almost panic reactions to smells and such, kept getting whipped back 40 or 50+ years by the scruff of my neck and I absolutely hated that with a passion! Hate lack of control over at least myself!