waynerob
19-06-16, 23:12
Hi all, I stumbled on this site in some desperate search for a cure that doesn't exist, but ive bin reading allot of the information around here & some of it has bin interesting, ive never bin one for posting on forums or any type of social media but here we go, about me........
Im 28 & have suffered from severe social anxiety since I was a child, I was always a shy/nervous/wimpy kid, I would make myself feel sick at the thought of going to school which led to many days off & alienated the few friends that i thought i had, when it came time to leave school i knew i wasn't ready & wanted to stay on but didn't have the grades/intelligence to do it which shattered what little confidence I had in myself to begin with. so I became housebound.
I think my family always knew that something was wrong with me, I tried doing a stay-at-home coarse on web-design to take the pressure off and make it look like i was doing something with my life but it didn't go well, I just couldn't learn anything from it (maybe just to dumb to figure it out for myself from a book, who knows) I pulled out of the coarse towards the end (& to this day don't remember or think i learned a single thing from it.
I spent my days just hiding in my room in front of the pc, the closest thing to social activity was online gaming, at the age of 24 I had severe tooth ache (hadn't bin to a dentist since school) I had to get an emergency appointment & when I arrived at the waiting room I had my first full blown panic attack, the staff and my family did everything the could to help & once i did finally start to calm down because of it all they wouldn't even look at my tooth & send me home to return the next day first thing in the morning. that was the thing that finally pushed me to seek help.
after about a month I built up the confidence to go to the doctor (i went alone because i didnt want my family to know in case it didn't work, i didnt want to disappoint them or give them false hope), that turned out to be the right decision as it didn't work the doctor just gave me tablets & sent me on my way, the tablets made me feel like my insides were exploding, I phoned the doctor who told me to persevere with it, after about 2 weeks i couldn't take it and phoned again where i was told that if i wasn't willing to try and help myself that their was nothing she could do for me. i think that's when i was at my lowest.
at this point my dad was made redundant & money became tight, so my family convinced me to claim benefits which to do id have to go to the doctor (at this point i came clean about my failed attempt at getting help) they convinced me to go back & fortunately that doctor was no longer with the practice, it was the doctor i saw this time that officially diagnosed me with agoraphobia & game me more medication & tried very hard to convince me to see someone (which ive still never done).
after about 9 months I had enough, I was sick of taking tablets that i didnt feel were doing anything (maybe they did maybe they didnt) & I hated that I was claiming benefits (I felt as if i didn't deserve them just for being a wimp) so my sister got me a job at her work, a simple mindless job that even i couldn't mess up (which thankfully is in a quiet building with few people) soon after i started working I stopped taking the tablets & have never thought of going back on them.
Ive now bin working their for 3 years & only 2 panic attacks while ive bin their. (my sister left the job about a year ago) but after 2 years i guess I became comfortable enough in the routine to continue without her, theirs even 1 or 2 ppl their i can call friend (or work friends at least). at the time it felt like great progress but after 3 years I dont really feel like ive improved anything (mentally), sure its great having money in the bank & feeling like im going somewhere/doing something in the day but I haven't really changed or improved (at least not in the way id hoped)
I still rely on family to take me to & from work, (the thought of public transport still terrifys me) I still cant leave the house other than to go to work & home again, I barely talk to anyone while im their, I cant walk to the shops or burger vans at lunch time, I still cant socialize with them out of work like going to their house or joining them for nights out etc. & I cant see that changing anytime soon, theirs so much i want to achieve like loosing my virginity (im almost 30 ffs) at time I feel like im starting to go backwards).
on-top of the social anxiety & lack of confidence, self-esteem Ive always had an extremely negative view about myself (both mentally & physically), Ive never really gotten to the root of what caused me to be this way, I have a few theory's the main one being my self haltered for my appearance & more physical attributes (or lack off) Ive often tried to improve this by loosing weight as just one example, I guess my theory is that If I was happier with how i look id be happier with myself & therefor more confidant & outgoing (which i realize all sounds incredibly vein) but hey u aint seen me so :p
all i know for sure is that I want to move forward in life, I want to be able to go out & make friends, have a relationship, get a better job, follow my interests, take a holiday get a tattoo (i could go on but u get the idea), I know my parents wont be around for ever & the more they remind me of that the more i worry that I wont be able to survive without them, to help me with simple everyday things like transport.
when I started writing this i thought id just say hello :roflmao: but i haven't bin able to stop myself (its actually felt kind of therapeutic i guess), so to anyone that's made it all the way through my pathetic little story thanks for taking the time to read it :)
Im 28 & have suffered from severe social anxiety since I was a child, I was always a shy/nervous/wimpy kid, I would make myself feel sick at the thought of going to school which led to many days off & alienated the few friends that i thought i had, when it came time to leave school i knew i wasn't ready & wanted to stay on but didn't have the grades/intelligence to do it which shattered what little confidence I had in myself to begin with. so I became housebound.
I think my family always knew that something was wrong with me, I tried doing a stay-at-home coarse on web-design to take the pressure off and make it look like i was doing something with my life but it didn't go well, I just couldn't learn anything from it (maybe just to dumb to figure it out for myself from a book, who knows) I pulled out of the coarse towards the end (& to this day don't remember or think i learned a single thing from it.
I spent my days just hiding in my room in front of the pc, the closest thing to social activity was online gaming, at the age of 24 I had severe tooth ache (hadn't bin to a dentist since school) I had to get an emergency appointment & when I arrived at the waiting room I had my first full blown panic attack, the staff and my family did everything the could to help & once i did finally start to calm down because of it all they wouldn't even look at my tooth & send me home to return the next day first thing in the morning. that was the thing that finally pushed me to seek help.
after about a month I built up the confidence to go to the doctor (i went alone because i didnt want my family to know in case it didn't work, i didnt want to disappoint them or give them false hope), that turned out to be the right decision as it didn't work the doctor just gave me tablets & sent me on my way, the tablets made me feel like my insides were exploding, I phoned the doctor who told me to persevere with it, after about 2 weeks i couldn't take it and phoned again where i was told that if i wasn't willing to try and help myself that their was nothing she could do for me. i think that's when i was at my lowest.
at this point my dad was made redundant & money became tight, so my family convinced me to claim benefits which to do id have to go to the doctor (at this point i came clean about my failed attempt at getting help) they convinced me to go back & fortunately that doctor was no longer with the practice, it was the doctor i saw this time that officially diagnosed me with agoraphobia & game me more medication & tried very hard to convince me to see someone (which ive still never done).
after about 9 months I had enough, I was sick of taking tablets that i didnt feel were doing anything (maybe they did maybe they didnt) & I hated that I was claiming benefits (I felt as if i didn't deserve them just for being a wimp) so my sister got me a job at her work, a simple mindless job that even i couldn't mess up (which thankfully is in a quiet building with few people) soon after i started working I stopped taking the tablets & have never thought of going back on them.
Ive now bin working their for 3 years & only 2 panic attacks while ive bin their. (my sister left the job about a year ago) but after 2 years i guess I became comfortable enough in the routine to continue without her, theirs even 1 or 2 ppl their i can call friend (or work friends at least). at the time it felt like great progress but after 3 years I dont really feel like ive improved anything (mentally), sure its great having money in the bank & feeling like im going somewhere/doing something in the day but I haven't really changed or improved (at least not in the way id hoped)
I still rely on family to take me to & from work, (the thought of public transport still terrifys me) I still cant leave the house other than to go to work & home again, I barely talk to anyone while im their, I cant walk to the shops or burger vans at lunch time, I still cant socialize with them out of work like going to their house or joining them for nights out etc. & I cant see that changing anytime soon, theirs so much i want to achieve like loosing my virginity (im almost 30 ffs) at time I feel like im starting to go backwards).
on-top of the social anxiety & lack of confidence, self-esteem Ive always had an extremely negative view about myself (both mentally & physically), Ive never really gotten to the root of what caused me to be this way, I have a few theory's the main one being my self haltered for my appearance & more physical attributes (or lack off) Ive often tried to improve this by loosing weight as just one example, I guess my theory is that If I was happier with how i look id be happier with myself & therefor more confidant & outgoing (which i realize all sounds incredibly vein) but hey u aint seen me so :p
all i know for sure is that I want to move forward in life, I want to be able to go out & make friends, have a relationship, get a better job, follow my interests, take a holiday get a tattoo (i could go on but u get the idea), I know my parents wont be around for ever & the more they remind me of that the more i worry that I wont be able to survive without them, to help me with simple everyday things like transport.
when I started writing this i thought id just say hello :roflmao: but i haven't bin able to stop myself (its actually felt kind of therapeutic i guess), so to anyone that's made it all the way through my pathetic little story thanks for taking the time to read it :)