It’s probably not a great idea for a person with severe claustrophobia to be in the middle of a crowd. I lived on a farm all my life. My closest neighbor is two miles away and closest town is 30 miles away. In fact, I didn’t even know I am claustrophobic until my best friend invited me to stay with her in the city for the weekend.
There I was, in the middle of a street market, people came and went like a stampede. Suddenly, I found myself gasping for breath. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. Too many people.