My Dad has given up, he thinks that just because he's in his '60s that he can't try anything new. He will sit there and watch telly until he dies, quite literally.
They will probably bury him with the TV remote clamped in his hand.
He's scared everyone will laugh at him and hates failure you see, and it doesn't matter how much anyone tells him otherwise, he's utterly convinced that he'll appear at something, everything will go wrong and it will all be solely his fault.
How he ever had the courage to marry my Mum I'll never know.
You couldn't make it up, really, you couldn't.