Oh goodness. In college I had a therapist who tried to get me to be more social. She told me to try going to a bar. I got all dressed up, but must have chosen the wrong day/time. I walked up to the door and a bunch of elderly people looked up at me. Picture me, twenty-six at the time (but I'm small and invariably look much younger), walking into senior night at the bar. I was mortified and walked away without going in.
She told me to try to find a gay or lesbian friend...I guess she thought I needed to connect with someone else who was also not straight. I posted a request on an informal school website. Someone left nasty comments because I was looking for a gay friend instead of any old person for a friend. Someone responded and we started chatting...but I had absolutely nothing to say. She must have gotten bored and left the chat rather quickly.
When I finally started dating someone, the therapist said to try alcohol to deal with my anxiety. I don't drink alcohol and had no idea how much to have to get relaxed. Before my date, I bought some wine, had a couple sips and felt nothing. Then I had a gulp and was promptly quite tipsy and said something crazy to my date (fortunately, she didn't really mind).