Welcome to the website of the London Social Anxiety Self-Help (SASH) Groups.

We have been running groups for people experiencing social anxiety since 2004. 

We run two types of groups: a weekly self-help open group and a 12-week therapy closed group.  We also run weekend workshops on specialised topics.

We also organise workshops and talks on themes related to social anxiety. 

Our activities take place at the Open Centre on Old Street, London (EC1).

Use the navigation bar on the left to find more information about our activities  




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Our meeting room at the Open Centre

Testimonials from our last therapy group

"I met other people who had the same problem I had. I had the opportunity to make some connections I would not normally have made.

I listened to other peoples backgrounds and stories that let me know I was not alone in my suffering."

"It allowed time to reflect, be guided as well as challenged and consider with others in doing so. Just thinking on this, that’s kind of a rare thing..."

What is your experience of social anxiety?
Written by participants in one of our workshops

A Poem By A
12 Week Therapy Group Participant

Take Flight Poem

To be able to breathe without phlegm,
To be able to be myself again,
The self that I truly comprehend,
Without judgement form an inner voice or a friend,
To be able to greet the future without apprehension,
To be able to smile without tension,
To be able to be still in the midst of my hearts beating rage,
To be able to understand why I feel such shame,
It is difficult to have to act mature at this life's stage,
Because my soul feels less than half its age,
The fear of the unknown feels like being in a thorny maze,
Keeps me in my comfort zone,
Or as they say, staying in my lane,
Told to be level headed or am I just imbalanced in the brain?
Can often be sensitive to a temperature change
But cannot feel numb to the real depths of pain,
I can stare at the window pane,
The window of opportunity, until my eyes double glaze,
Feeling like life is passing me by,
Being shackled by chains
I'm starting to regret my life's vows
Battling in vain,
My shoulders struggle to be bare the weight and the strain,
As I wipe the sweat from my brow, those moments always feel lame,
When confronted with "you're not sweating now!"
It becomes harder to explain
So I keep a brighter side at times, so I don't extinguish my flame,
As anxiety has unlearned some of my ways to behave,
Maybe I can take FLIGHT as fortune favours the brave,
Maybe I can take FLIGHT as fortune favours the brave,
Maybe I can take FLIGHT as fortune favours the brave.