My Life with Social Anxiety

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What exactly is social anxiety? What does it mean? Who suffers from it?

Social anxiety is a very real problem that many people suffer from, and many feel like they are alone. Occasionally, it's not easy to know if you have it or not. I hope this MyTake will help you!

I thought I was different

For a long time when I started to develop social anxiety, I believed I was indifferent from everyone else. This, of course, made the situation worse. I looked at my friends: the awesome, outgoing people who didn't take shit from anyone and wasn't scared of being themselves. I was jealous and confused.

I've suffered from social anxiety probably ever since I started puberty. I developed cystic acne very early and I started to notice that appearance, body, and popularity played a big part in a teenager's life. It wasn't until I started Norwegian high school that I started to accept the way I was.

...how did I know that it was worse than I thought?

My Life with Social Anxiety

I had to tell myself to calm down a hundred times each day

It happened at school, at home, in public... you name it. I became worried that people would look at me and judge everything I did, even though I didn't really stand out or intend to do so. My heart was constantly beating, I started a habit of trembling for no legitimate reason and my communication skills weren't the greatest. I always thought I was doing something wrong, but my mind was always warning me to stay calm, and eventually, I managed to.

I couldn't function properly in public

Greeting bus drivers, meeting new people, having a presentation all seemed like potential threats to my small anxiety attacks. In other words, any form of interference with the public had a disturbing effect on me.

My Life with Social Anxiety

Most ideas and dreams I just keep to myself

Yep. I don't even tell my parents. I never told anyone that I wanted to be a public speaker. I never told anyone I wanted to make my own YouTube videos. I never told anyone that I wanted to start painting. Or practice mathematics. Or physics. Or play the piano and drums. Why wouldn't I tell anyone about these dreams I once had? They seem like cool things, right? That wasn't the point. I just knew that if I presented my world with these ideas, they wouldn't take me seriously. I couldn't even say hello to the bus driver. How can I be a public speaker?

My Life with Social Anxiety

Yes, I care what people think. No, I'm not weak

I've heard from several people, including my mom, that caring what people think about you constantly is being weak. I know they were trying to make me feel better and I honestly get where they are coming from. Strong, confident people don't care about the critique or judgment, apparently. I just think it's wrong to label someone as weak just because of that.

However, I can go against my own argument. I was easily manipulated because I would rather go with something than to end up in an awkward situation and be looked upon as strange. For example, I just allowed my ex to kiss me whenever and wherever he liked because I wanted to avoid an awkward situation if I said no. Luckily, this was a bad habit I lost.

I was intimidated by attractive guys

Perhaps you won't believe me, but I've never truly crushed on a guy. I had low self-esteem and fell for guys who told me I was pretty, and I liked them back, well, because they said that. It's definitely not something I'm proud of. I never had enough courage to look at a cute guy and think: "wow, they look so great. I wonder if I've got the potential." I always kept to myself pretty much. Not to mention that my parents won't and wouldn't allow me to date, so that was just a bonus excuse.

My Life with Social Anxiety

Small talk was exhausting

That's not only because of anxiety but a relatively big part of it. Small talk was just another opportunity to overthink every sentence I spoke and fill in the awkward spaces, which I was never really good at. It was hard enough to make eye contact with the one I was communicating with.

My Life with Social Anxiety

My current situation

Today, my struggle has improved immensely since it started happening. I used to be very ashamed of the way I was because people were continuously commenting on it. In time, I tried to accept and understand the way I was feeling. It took a lot of time, but eventually, my body thanked me for it. The more I accepted that I was just nervous to mess things up, the easier it was when it came to a point that I understood I couldn't possibly mess it up. Of course, I am still a nervous person who doesn't deal with awkward situations well. I have a habit of trembling when I get even more nervous, but it's easier to hide and control now. It's still a long way for me to go to become fully comfortable in my own skin.

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https://www.everydayhealth.com/anxiety/anxiety-and-depression.aspx

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My Life with Social Anxiety
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