Saturday, 13 November 2010

SA and Stammering

I'm convinced stammering is one of the main reasons ( or even the main reason) for my social anxiety.

I have memories from my childhood of sitting in the back of the car desperately trying to ask my mum what we were going to have for dinner that night but not being able to get the first word out. Meanwhile my mum would be sitting in the front, completely oblivious to my struggle. I remember sitting in the classroom dreading the register because I was terrified I wouldn’t be able to say the word “yes”, when my name was called. I had no idea at that age why I couldn’t say some words whereas others I could. I just remember feeling so angry at myself for not being able to talk properly.

Due to the nature of my stammer (when I stammered I just completely blocked and couldn’t even get the first syllable of a word out), and the fact that I had gotten good at hiding it by substituting words, avoiding situations, pretending I didn’t hear questions etc. Nobody was aware of my problem. Whenever I tried to talk to my parents about it they would shrug it off and say “I’ve never heard you stammer”.

Starting senior school was a nightmare for me – I have vague recollections of being asked my name by teachers and classmates and not being able to even say my own name. Obviously my name was the one word I couldn’t avoid saying. I’ve lost count of the times I was asked “Do you not even know your own name?” or “Have you forgotten your name?”

My stuttering in the number one reason I hate using the phone. I can even remember the exact moment when I began fearing it. I was phoning a friend, and her dad picked up the phone – I asked to speak to my friend and everything was going smoothly until he asked who was calling. I completely blocked, but eventually I heard the dad hand over the phone saying “I think it’s Mel”. I was utterly mortified and ever since then I’ve not been able to pick up the phone without suffering a major panic attack beforehand.

My number one fear when starting was university was having to introduce myself to a whole bunch of new people – miraculously though I didn’t stutter once. I thought I was over it but then it gradually came back. I could be telling a joke to my friends and I would know instinctively that I wouldn’t be able to get the punch line out, but I would continue on regardless hoping I would win over the stutter. So many times I’ve gotten to the punch line and had to pretend I had forgotten it, making a fool out of myself, just to avoid people picking up on my stutter. One catastrophic moment that sticks in my head was last summer – after weeks of psyching myself up I managed to make a phone call to the doctors to make an appointment. I blocked when the receptionist asked my name and in the end had to give my address instead. I hung up the phone and immediately burst into tears – I don’t think I’ve made a phone call, other than to friends and family, since that day. In my whole time at university I haven’t once rung for a taxi or a takeaway, something that most people do without even giving a second thought to, - I’ve always let someone else do it.

I'd even be okay if the stammer didn't go away – I just want to feel okay with it when it does happen. I don’t want to keep living my life in constant fear that someone will ask me my name. I do feel like I've moving in the right direction. When it's happened recently, I've not been beating myself up about it for days afterwards. I find I'm caring less and less about what people think about it. I've still got a long way to go and I still worry obsessively about whether I'm going to stammer before I'm in a situation, but I am making progress.

Saturday, 6 November 2010

Loneliness

I'm going to have a very lonely two weeks. Long story short, me and my boyfriend (or ex-boyfriend - not quite sure what to call him any more), are taking a break from our relationship. We've decided we're not going to see/speak to each other for the next two weeks. The break was my idea - I actually broke up with him last weekend but then we sort of got back together mid-week. Anyway I'm just so confused about what I want right now, I just felt like I needed some time alone to think about things.

My boyfriend is the only person I really talk to in lectures (we're on the same course at uni), so I'm expecting to spend a lot of time alone for the next couple of weeks and I'm not looking forward to it. I can see myself going a whole days without properly speaking to anyone. I'm terrified people are going to notice that we're not speaking and there'll be loads of attention on me and everyone will be talking about me behind my back.

Sunday, 24 October 2010

Silly Little Things

Social anxiety makes me worry about the tiniest little things. Tiny insignificant things that most people wouldn't even give more than a second of thought to.

A few weeks ago I got an email from the secretary of the Physics department at my uni - I apparently needed to fill in a form to change my course as I wasn't registered on the right one. So I promptly printed out the form and filled it in. It took me two weeks to work up the courage to hand it in. Admittedly some of that was me being lazy and forgetful, but still.

I was worrying about what I should say when I gave it to her, I was worried she would have a go at me for not filling the form in correctly, I was worried she would try and make conversation with me and I wouldn't be able to think of anything to say to her.

Anyway I eventually handed it in on Friday - the whole process took, at most, 20 seconds. You'd think that after 20 years of working these tiny things up in my head to be so huge, I would have learned by now that things are never as bad as I imagine them to be. Apparently I've still got a way to go on that one.

Tuesday, 19 October 2010

Bad Times

I hate SA.

I just got back from a meeting with my project partner and supervisor (as part of my degree we have to do a year long project). It didn't go well to put it mildly. At first it was just me and my partner in the lab and I was very quiet but at least managed to speak a bit. Then our supervisor came in and I didn't even utter one word for the next half an hour. Needless to say he noticed.
He said "Next time Mel I want you to do all the talking; you havn't said one word to me yet!" He said it in a jokey way but it was still mortifying. I'm so unbelievably angry at myself. I had questions floating around in my head that I could have asked him just for something to say but every time I thought of something I managed to convince myself that it was a stupid question or that it wasn't the right time to ask it (I get this thought a lot - I don't know why. There's no right or wrong time to ask a question, but when I'm in the moment I think that I'll be interrupting or something).

Another thing about this project ...
we have to give a progress presentation for it at the beginning of February. I was already worrying about it over the summer - I was having visions of standing in front of 100 people and not being able to get any words out. We've since been told it's only in front of six other students and one member of staff. I cannot express how relieved I was when I heard that. Don't get me wrong, I'm still absolutely terrified about having to do it, but I think if it was in front of the whole year I wouldn't even have gone - I would have faked an illness or something. Anyway I was thinking about the whole presentation thing recently and then I remembered that I gave a presentation in first year. I did a german module in first year and for the oral part we had to prepare a debate in pairs and then sit in front of the whole class (about 10 - 15 people) and deliver it. I remember sitting there waiting for my turn - my leg was shaking, I felt physically sick and I couldn't concentrate on anything. I hated every second of it but I got through it.
Just like I'll get through this one.

Sunday, 3 October 2010

Good Times

Yesterday was a good day.

I walked into town and did some shopping on my own, something which used to freak me out but am now fairly comfortable doing. Anyway I was in a shop looking for a doorstop for my bedroom door; I had been wandering around for about 10 minutes and hadn’t found it yet. The thought that I might have to ask for help was lurking in the back of my mind but I was determined to keep looking so I wouldn’t have to. Eventually I managed to psych myself up into doing it. Luckily there were lots of staff around to choose from; I chose a friendly looking old lady - the least intimidating of them all! It was all over within 20 seconds and really wasn’t that scary at all, but I was so proud of myself afterwards that I couldn’t stop grinning. This was the first time I’ve ever asked for help in a shop – I’ve always either let someone else do it or just left it. I definitely feel like I could do it again with little or even no anxiety.

Also, last night my housemate had a house party as it was her birthday last week. There was probably 30+ people there at its peak. I wasn’t too nervous beforehand, probably because I only had an hour to eat, and get ready in between getting back from shopping and the start of the party, so I didn’t really have time to think about it. I’d been worrying about it a lot during the week though. In the end it really wasn’t as bad as I had imagined it would be – I even endured the whole thing sober. Something I was really contemplating beforehand was whether or not to have a tiny bit of alcohol to ease my nerves, but once I got into it, it didn’t even occur me to drink. I did feel awkward a lot of the time but I wasn’t running away to my room every 5 minutes like I thought I would be.

Monday, 20 September 2010

Back at Uni

It was my first day back at University today. Lectures don't officially start until Thursday but we had a few introductory talks today. I was a complete wreck this morning. I can't quite put my finger on what I was so terrified of, as there were a thousand thoughts running through my head. I've spent most of the summer isolated at home so I think the shock of getting back to uni and being around people again has freaked me out. I'm also questioning my current relationship, which is causing me to feel a huge range of emotions (guilt for not feeling the same about him now as I used to, panic at the prospect of being alone). Basically I'm in a pretty bad place right now; I keep having to hold myself from bursting into tears multiple times a day. I'm considering signing up for a Managing Depression workshop run by the University counselling service. I can't possibly go on like this; it's so important for me to do well this year academically and I'm just not going to be able to motivate myself to do anything while I'm feeling like this.

One thing I've found that helped me this morning, in the midst of a panic attack was reciting positive affirmations in my head. I've made a poster with some on and stuck it up inside my wardrobe. While I was picking out clothes this morning I caught myself thinking really negative thoughts and forced myself to stop and read over them over, and it really did calm me down quite a bit. I've been reading Feel the Fear and do it Anyway by Susan Jeffers and I got the idea from her. I'm definitely going to try and make a habit of reading them over every day from now on, as I've finally realised how negative my thoughts are.

Tuesday, 31 August 2010

August Update

It's been a very stressful month for me. I've spent the whole summer revising for my resit exams, which are now finally over! They went a lot better than last time so I'm confident I'll be returning to university in September (touch wood). The thought that I might not be able to go back really got me thinking about what I would do if it did actually come to that and about what I really want to do with my life. As a result I'm feeling a lot more positive about the future than I was a few months ago - I suppose every cloud really does have a silver lining.

Apart from revision and introspection, I've not been up to much. I havn't seen any friends at all since I got back home. I was invited to a birthday dinner a few weeks ago but turned it down. It was all people from school, and to be honest, bar one who I've known all my life, I don't really consider them friends anymore. Throughout the seven years I spent at that school I made quite a few friends but they always drifted away eventually because I didn't make enough effort, and now I'm paying the price.