The
Challenges of Social Anxiety
By
Igor
I
Wish People Would Treat Me Better
I
often hear people complain about their lives, people who have
families, children, friends, good jobs. Why should they complain?
One
man complained about his partners, how he had so many and every
relationship ended quickly. Another complained about his wives, about
ruined marriages. Is this what people should complain about? What
should I do then?
I
am 23-years-old and I have never had a girlfriend. I first kissed a
girl on the lips when I was 22 and that was a call-girl. Also we
tried to have sex, but it wasn’t successful, because I was shaking.
I
shake because of my social anxiety. I shake when someone touches me,
such as a doctor or barber. I shake even when someone looks at me for
too long a time. I shake badly.
I
was diagnosed with social anxiety in 2013. My whole life I hardly
spoke. First I thought that this was alright, but with time I
understood that it is not.
There
was a time when I was even afraid to go outside. But I just forced
myself to go to the city. I was doing that every day. Then I found
the courage to go to my GP (general practitioner) and I thought that
it would save me for sure. I had sessions with two therapists, but
that didn’t help me. Then I tried medication.
I
have been to five different GPs, tried six different kinds of
medication, including beta-blockers, but that had no effect on me. On
the internet I heard lots of people saying that medication would help
for sure. But medication has not had the slightest effect on me. I
started to feel like an alien from another planet. How is it possible
that the strongest beta-blockers have no effect on a human?
I
have only one friend whom I see only during his holidays, as he
studies in another city.
I
should mention here that I am Lithuanian, but now living in the UK.
This is where I had my first job working in a factory. I think this
was the hardest time in my life. People were rude to me. They hated
my looks. They despised me because of my appearance; I am sure about
this now. There have been many similar situations to confirm that.
One
such situation was in my school. I had changed schools and it was the
third day in my new class. I had a lesson with a new teacher. At that
time, a mother of one of my new classmates came in and told the
teacher that someone was hurting her son. They spoke a little and
when the woman left, the teacher asked the class, “Who is hurting
this boy?”
The
teacher came straight to me, leaned on my desk with both hands,
looked at me and said, “I don’t really like you…”
She
had never seen me before this day, and I had not even spoken one
word.
You
can say that she was just crazy, but there have been many such
situations in my life. People always judge by appearance. It seems to
me that some part of the brains of certain people have not evolved
enough to understand. This is not so good, since appearances do not
say much, really. And I never behave rudely to anyone. I always try
to speak kindly to people.
Back
to my factory work. There were lots of people around. Almost every
day I thought about suicide. I’m not sure why I still haven’t
done that. Maybe it’s because of religion.
Once
I was sitting in the canteen and a few people sat with me. One girl
sat and started talking straight away, saying, “So, we all sat here
to interact,” and then pointed at me and continued, “Look at that
goon sitting there.” Turning to me, she said, “Can you talk at
all? You will never find a girlfriend like this!”
Yes,
she may have been speaking the truth for all I know, but who needs
it? It is the same situation when someone comes to disabled person
sitting in wheelchair and says to him, “Look at that goon sitting
there. You will never be able to walk!”
Social
anxiety is a disorder. Persons with social anxiety cannot enjoy life
and take everything they can from it.
Someone
is complaining about their lack of money and how it’s hard to raise
kids. And I don’t need money, because I have no one with me. For
me, to have kids is my dream. But it seems that this dream will never
come true.
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