I spent sleepless nights hoping the next day I would not be asked to read aloud in class. I knew it was totally irrational and could not make sense of if I was ashamed and couldnt tell anyone. My confidence evaporated. I thought I was going mad. I could not see anyone else having this problem. I found it harder and harder to enjoy life. I was terrified of being close to people. I never dared have a girlfriend. Part of me knew I was a great person to be with. Did I have to be perfect!
My anxiety at being "found out" for being scared continued through education and throughout my life. I could not understand why I was terrified of showing any vulnerablity/anxiety and that merely served to exacerbate the problem. I could never fight it. It was later I learned that this was counter productive.
I wasted 3 years at university when I should have been living it up and having a great time. Anxious every day that people would notice me or pay attention to me or ask me questions. It may seem far fetched but I remember wishing I had been born without a tongue. I could not sign my name properly in the bank as my hands shook so much.
I thought I would try and tackle my SA head on, my life was passing me by as I huddled in a corner. I got a bar job to face my fears that were out of all proprotion. The problem didn't go away. I could hardly pour the first drink of the night without my heart pumping and my hands shaking. Around this time I sought hypnotherapy which was very expensive. I have to say that for me it did not work. Positive thinking was not enough to release me from the trap, it didnt change my responses in the long term. I was so utterly frustrated by the insidious nature of SA. Whenever I thought it might be gone it reared its ugly head.
I drank alot to mask the feelings and the fears. I told my family that I had been to the doctors with anxiety, I was so ashamed. My father admitted to me that he had suffered in a similar way when he was young which was a great relief. He died a couple of years later though due to alcohol abuse. I cannot help but feel it was related to his anxiety. I wondered whether this problem was brought about through nature or nurture. In my case both could be responsible. I do not know the answer.
I have subsequently taken seroxat and beta blockers. Im still not sure whether seroxat did me any good. It made me a bit too emotionally detached. The best way I can describe it is it was like watching my life on tv, I lost all my feelings. When you are at the bottom though, that is a desirable state of affairs. Im sure many of you will agree on that
As Ive got older my symptoms have almost disappeared. I must say though in some situations, particularly in relationships, they come back again. Life is much better these days though. I think the best thing I did was to stop drinking so much, eat better and do exercise. Mountains became mole-hills again and my confidence came back a little.
I finally told friends about my problem and met others with the same. When I learnt about this website in 2000 it was such a comfort to know I wasn't alone. People with SA are the most fascinating and thoughtful people you'll meet anyway in my books, but then I would say that.
My greatest acheivement came when I was best man for my brother. I did a speech in front of 100 people. I would never have imagined I'd ever do that. I was finally glad I had my tongue!
Thanks for reading my ramble. I wish everyone the very best.
Jonjo
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