From early childhood, my mother would agree that I was one of the most timid people you'd ever meet.
I was terrified to speak. Outside of family (my comfort zone), I often never spoke.
Hiding behind my husband's coat tail for a number of years, he was good at socializing. I just tagged along. Were it not for him, I'd have never gone in the first place. I would have been too frozen to speak. Having him around took a lot of pressure off me. If I thought of a few lines, fine. But, otherwise, I could enjoy following as he mingled among the people, with maybe an occasional smile or two.