Anxiety.
Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 10:20 am
Well, VGF looks... different.
I've been inactive lately, not just on VGF, but on the whole internet. Well... some things have happened during the last few months. I don't particularly like getting personal or broadcasting my problems, but I think sharing might help me out with what I'm going through.
I know many people here don't really know much about me. If you can't tell, I'm a very reserved person, and terribly shy, I have been my whole life. I find it hard to talk to and connect with people, especially those I don't know. It's difficult not to think that everyone judges everything I say and produce, one of my most frequent fears is making a fool out of myself or saying something stupid. Even on the internet, where I have time to put thought into what I want to say, it's still nerve-wracking for me, and it's only seemed to have gotten worse over time. That's why I've become more inactive on the forums over the years, I feel out of place, like I just get in the way and have nothing to contribute. I'll irregularly post some of my art, or reply to a thread here and there, but I'm reluctant to engage in any discussion or talk to individual people. In real life, it's even worse, just the act of speaking is hard for me, I trip over my words, I sometimes have to pause and restart a whole sentence. That, along with my shyness and social anxiety, makes communication extremely hard for me.
I learned several months ago that I have Asperger's Syndrome, and I'm not saying that to give myself an "edgy" or attention-seeking label, I was diagnosed by a professional psychiatrist. It was nothing I had really considered before, but it made perfect sense when I thought about it. I've always had lackluster social skills, intense interests, trouble expressing myself, deep thoughts, short attention span, pretty much everything associated with Asperger's, I had just never put two and two together. At first it didn't bother me, it didn't change my life in any way, it just gave me a name for my behavior and way of thinking. But at the same time, it bothered me, to think that this shyness and disconnect was hard-wired into me. It's manageable, but it's not curable.
So, because of all of this, I've been having a very hard time adjusting to the onset of my adult life, and I've developed a lot of anxiety problems. I took some college classes for a semester, and it was a nightmare. Almost all of my classes required working in groups, communicating with other students, talking in front of the class. By the end of the semester, I had failed all but one of my classes. I only passed my algebra class cause it was stuff I already knew, and all I had to do was sit in back of the class and barely pay attention while drawing in my notebook. Worst of all, I ended up having two anxiety attacks. One was during a public speaking class that for whatever reason I thought was a good idea to take (I ended up dropping the class after a week), and another was in the middle of an English composition class while giving a presentation. For those who haven't experienced an anxiety attack... imagine an intense feeling of dread and fear, and you panic because you feel like you're trapped and it'll never stop. After all of that, I decided that maybe college wasn't going to work out for me right now, so I didn't go back.
A few months later, I decided maybe I should try getting a job. Maybe having money would give me some more freedom, and the resulting comfort would help me with my anxiety. My first interview was awful (I kept freezing up while trying to answer the questions), but my second one went surprisingly better, and I got the job. It was just pushing shopping carts outside of a retail store, but hey, I wasn't being picky. Things were looking good for once. ...But it didn't last long. After going through training for a week, I worked one day, and ended up having another anxiety attack. Having to work around people, having to maneuver machines around a busy parking lot, working in an unfamiliar part of town completely on my own... It was too much for me. I spent a whole day weighing my options, trying to convince myself that it would get better, but in my state of mind, the only decision I felt I could make was to quit, and that's decision I made in the end. I quit the next day.
It's been a little over a month since then. Having to quit my first job because of anxiety was a huge hit to my psyche, and coming to terms with the fact that a mental illness is keeping me from functioning in the adult world has left me pretty depressed. I haven't posted much of anything anywhere on the internet lately, not here, not on Facebook, not on deviantART. And I've had next to no motivation to work on my art and writing.
But there have been glimpses of hope. My grandmother, as most grandmothers are, has been the most understanding and reassuring out of anyone. She insisted that I should see a medical doctor and have me start taking medication to help me out, and that she would help me do so. But, the most unexpected source of hope, was from an episode of Game Grumps:
[media=youtube]MfTNZLssib4[/media]
I couldn't help but cry while watching that. The Game Grumps, of all people, made me shed tears. Hearing Danny share his story really boosted my spirits, and made me realize that I'm not alone. These problems happen to a lot of people, even the people who just seem to be there to make us laugh, and they get through it. I hope I can do the same.
So yeah, I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm alive, and what's been going on with me. It's been going slow, but I'm really trying to get the help I need to get through this, medical or not. I just thought perhaps sharing here could help in the meantime, and maybe I could hear some reassurance or advice. If there's anything I've learned from my many years on these forums, it's that you guys are always friendly and welcoming, and have a lot of wisdom to share.
I've been inactive lately, not just on VGF, but on the whole internet. Well... some things have happened during the last few months. I don't particularly like getting personal or broadcasting my problems, but I think sharing might help me out with what I'm going through.
I know many people here don't really know much about me. If you can't tell, I'm a very reserved person, and terribly shy, I have been my whole life. I find it hard to talk to and connect with people, especially those I don't know. It's difficult not to think that everyone judges everything I say and produce, one of my most frequent fears is making a fool out of myself or saying something stupid. Even on the internet, where I have time to put thought into what I want to say, it's still nerve-wracking for me, and it's only seemed to have gotten worse over time. That's why I've become more inactive on the forums over the years, I feel out of place, like I just get in the way and have nothing to contribute. I'll irregularly post some of my art, or reply to a thread here and there, but I'm reluctant to engage in any discussion or talk to individual people. In real life, it's even worse, just the act of speaking is hard for me, I trip over my words, I sometimes have to pause and restart a whole sentence. That, along with my shyness and social anxiety, makes communication extremely hard for me.
I learned several months ago that I have Asperger's Syndrome, and I'm not saying that to give myself an "edgy" or attention-seeking label, I was diagnosed by a professional psychiatrist. It was nothing I had really considered before, but it made perfect sense when I thought about it. I've always had lackluster social skills, intense interests, trouble expressing myself, deep thoughts, short attention span, pretty much everything associated with Asperger's, I had just never put two and two together. At first it didn't bother me, it didn't change my life in any way, it just gave me a name for my behavior and way of thinking. But at the same time, it bothered me, to think that this shyness and disconnect was hard-wired into me. It's manageable, but it's not curable.
So, because of all of this, I've been having a very hard time adjusting to the onset of my adult life, and I've developed a lot of anxiety problems. I took some college classes for a semester, and it was a nightmare. Almost all of my classes required working in groups, communicating with other students, talking in front of the class. By the end of the semester, I had failed all but one of my classes. I only passed my algebra class cause it was stuff I already knew, and all I had to do was sit in back of the class and barely pay attention while drawing in my notebook. Worst of all, I ended up having two anxiety attacks. One was during a public speaking class that for whatever reason I thought was a good idea to take (I ended up dropping the class after a week), and another was in the middle of an English composition class while giving a presentation. For those who haven't experienced an anxiety attack... imagine an intense feeling of dread and fear, and you panic because you feel like you're trapped and it'll never stop. After all of that, I decided that maybe college wasn't going to work out for me right now, so I didn't go back.
A few months later, I decided maybe I should try getting a job. Maybe having money would give me some more freedom, and the resulting comfort would help me with my anxiety. My first interview was awful (I kept freezing up while trying to answer the questions), but my second one went surprisingly better, and I got the job. It was just pushing shopping carts outside of a retail store, but hey, I wasn't being picky. Things were looking good for once. ...But it didn't last long. After going through training for a week, I worked one day, and ended up having another anxiety attack. Having to work around people, having to maneuver machines around a busy parking lot, working in an unfamiliar part of town completely on my own... It was too much for me. I spent a whole day weighing my options, trying to convince myself that it would get better, but in my state of mind, the only decision I felt I could make was to quit, and that's decision I made in the end. I quit the next day.
It's been a little over a month since then. Having to quit my first job because of anxiety was a huge hit to my psyche, and coming to terms with the fact that a mental illness is keeping me from functioning in the adult world has left me pretty depressed. I haven't posted much of anything anywhere on the internet lately, not here, not on Facebook, not on deviantART. And I've had next to no motivation to work on my art and writing.
But there have been glimpses of hope. My grandmother, as most grandmothers are, has been the most understanding and reassuring out of anyone. She insisted that I should see a medical doctor and have me start taking medication to help me out, and that she would help me do so. But, the most unexpected source of hope, was from an episode of Game Grumps:
[media=youtube]MfTNZLssib4[/media]
I couldn't help but cry while watching that. The Game Grumps, of all people, made me shed tears. Hearing Danny share his story really boosted my spirits, and made me realize that I'm not alone. These problems happen to a lot of people, even the people who just seem to be there to make us laugh, and they get through it. I hope I can do the same.
So yeah, I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm alive, and what's been going on with me. It's been going slow, but I'm really trying to get the help I need to get through this, medical or not. I just thought perhaps sharing here could help in the meantime, and maybe I could hear some reassurance or advice. If there's anything I've learned from my many years on these forums, it's that you guys are always friendly and welcoming, and have a lot of wisdom to share.