Dear Ann Landers, am writ-ing in the hope of reaching "House-bound" and others who are afraid of crowds, other people, and have a host of fears that can't be described. My life was good. I had every human comfort. There was no logical reason for me to have attacks of panic. But for a long time I was afraid to go anywhere for fear I'd faint or be hurt by some unknown force. It is impossi-ble to describe the tortures I suffered because none of it makes sense. I went to two psychiatrists. They didn't help me. I joined another church. It made no difference. Then a neighbor suggested Recovery, Inc. I thought, "What do I have to lose?" So I went to a meeting. It was like a mira-cle. Suddenly I knew I was going to make it. For the first time someone got inside my head and said, "You are not the only one with this problem," and told me what to do about it. Because of Recovery, Inc., I realized I had "agoraphobia." At last my fear had a name and I knew what I was fighting. Today I am able to go anywhere. I love life. I'm free of fear. I'm a new person. Please, Ann, I know you've mentioned this grand organization in your column before, but do it again. It- SAVED ME
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Dear Readers, , but they scream their heads off when their husbands do what is re-quired to pay for the big home, the second car, vacations, and 128 the better things in life. Business is murderously competitive. An executive needs eyes in the back of his head to see who is trying to knife him. Organizational footwork can leave a guy completely drained. So what happens? He comes home ex-hausted, and his wife considers it a personal insult if he doesn’t become instantly aroused at the sight of her bending over the kitchen sink. If she should suggest something and he says he’s too tired, she locks herself in the bathroom and cries for two hours. She is positive (a) he no longer loves her, (b) her life as a woman is finished, (c) he has another dame. Why is it that a woman has the bom right to be too tired, but a man- never! So what happens to the husband who struggles to get ahead and isn’t sure he’s making it? His wife lets him know he isn’t making it at home either, and he becomes doubly de-pressed. More conflict, more guilt, more anxiety, and finally total incapacitation. You won’t print this letter, but I feel better for having written it. Now you can throw it on the floor, Babe. Thanks.-Wall Street Warrior
