Sunday, 21 November 2010
Update
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
Sunday, 24 October 2010
Silly Little Things
Tuesday, 19 October 2010
Bad Times
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.