Saying you have anxiety issues seems to be the latest “thing” to do. I’ve seen folks using it as an excuse for poor behavior or rudeness. I’ve seen the same folks claim other trending issues. (I wanted to say illnesses here but that doesn’t feel right to me.) You know what I’m talking about right? People who hear all about Celiac disease and then claim they’re allergic to gluten. Folks like that. So I’m hesitant to commiserate with someone when they just easily claim to have anxiety. It makes me distrustful.
Because I have actual anxiety issues and I know how hard it is to own up to them. And how hard it is to accept them within yourself.
It’s taken me a long time to admit that it isn’t simply that I’m introverted. Or that I’m shy. Or that I’m not a people person. Reading the blogs of folks like Jenny Lawson and Jen over at Epbot have helped me more than anything else. They’re both so open and honest about their struggles and their search for some normalcy and control. Everytime I read one of their posts I see myself and my own struggles. Shoot y’all, writing this is giving me anxiety. I’ve walked away from it twice now and I haven’t hardly said anything. Anxiety sucks. You’re held prisoner by your brain. It is frustrating and humiliating and a thousand other things.
Did any of you watch the TV show Monk? It was on USA and the lead character was a brilliant man who was constantly waging war against his own anxiety disorder. His OCD made him a genius at solving crimes because he noticed details no one else caught. But it also made it hard for him to leave the house or even walk down the street. It’s a great show and you should totally Netflix it if you haven’t seen it.
Anyway. What was my point? Oh yeah! I totally related to that show. I’m nowhere near as bad as that fictional character. I can usually talk myself into doing things even when my brain is screaming “Run! Go home! Hide!” and my heart is pounding in my chest like a drum. But I got him. Because he showed how much it wears on you. And let me tell you, it is exhausting.
To make a phone call I have to mentally go through all possible directions the conversation might take. I have to have anything that I might need placed nearby – credit card, insurance card, scratch pad and pen, etc. I have to look up the phone number and confirm it is correct. If I’m calling a business I have to convince myself that there is no possible way to do what I need to do online or via email. Once I make the call, I’m fine. I can joke with the person I’m calling. I can totally relax and enjoy the conversation. But getting to the point of making the call can sometimes take more than a day. (Side note: When I did a Google search for a graphic to go after this paragraph I got pictures of Colin Farrell. Not sure how he and phone anxiety go together. Google is possibly drunk. But it’s Friday so I’ll let it pass.)
If I’m going to an event I have to have a defined role to play to be comfortable. Photographer, helper, cake server, whatever – I need a job. If I don’t have one well then I’ll need someone to tell me all the details – time, place, who will be there, what I should wear, if I should come early, where I should park, what route I should take to get there. I’m typically a wreck before any event; just last weekend a dear friend’s baby shower had me so worked up that I almost didn’t go.
And public speaking?
Public speaking is my own personal hell. I took a speech class in college – because I was required to – and almost landed in the hospital. I got so worked up that for the entire class (which was short, thank you Jesus, because it was an intersession class) I was physically ill before the class and for a good hour or two afterwards. To this day I can only really remember sitting in the parking lot having a panic attack before one of my speeches. My brain was on panic mode through the whole class so it is mostly a black hole in my memory.
Essentially, if it requires interacting with other humans and I don’t know all the variables involved I’m a goner. My brain will starting thinking of everything that could go wrong, all the countless ways I could embarrass myself, and all the ways that I might end up the center of attention.
I hate it. I hate feeling controlled by this haywire part of my brain. Logically I know that, no matter what, I’ll be fine. I’m clever and can talk my way out of any badness that might happen. But that inner voice that lives in the haywire part of my brain…it is always whispering about scary things.
But I’m fighting. Finally. Owning up to the things I’ve hidden for years is my first step. Next I’m going to try some dietary changes and natural supplements to see if I can get things more controlled. If they don’t work I’ll head to the doctor for some pharmaceutical assistance. Maybe even to a therapist as well.
The point is, I don’t want to live like this anymore. I want to be able to pick up the phone and call people. I want to be excited about parties. I want to be able to meet new people without being terrified inside.
Wish me luck.
6 thoughts on “Anxiety (edited)”
Reading about the paragraphs about making a phone call and getting ready for a party made my heart go crazy. And it gave me that awful wired energy like my chest is going to explode. My brain was almost happy – it’s not just me! So best of luck! When you manage it, I want tips.
You are so not alone! If I find things that help I’ll be sure to post about them. I see many more stories in the future. I will tell you one thing that I’ve found already – dark chocolate. I know, any excuse to eat chocolate! But seriously, there is something calming in dark chocolate. It helped me make a phone call this week in just half a day. Fastest I’ve ever made a business related phone call.
As a fellow dark chocolate lover, I can only say, please, give me more advice. 🙂
I completely commiserate with everything. Just a thought though… don’t tell people you know how they are better than they do. Maybe they hide it well, or maybe they express it differently. For example, I’m much better now at public speaking. I don’t do the full body shake so much as just forget to finish off the toast with an actual toast. I’m sure you wish people would recognize your perceived rudeness as social anxiety, and I’m sure you have a very real challenge in communicating that you have social anxiety. We have anxiety about our anxiety… it’s an impossible situation!
I’m so sorry Dave. I never meant to imply that. I was attempting to comment on the fact that it seems popular (I hate that word but can’t think of a better one) to claim to have an anxiety issue. Maybe folks are just feeling safer about admitting it. I know I am. But I’m not 100% certain that every person that claims it really has it. That probably stems from my own trouble accepting that I myself have anxiety issues. Appologies if I have offended you. I’m editing the post right now to avoid offending anyone else. That is the last thing I want to do.
Oh don’t worry about me at all. It takes quite a bit to offend me, and you certainly haven’t. I just wanted to impress on you the difficulty of understanding someone else’s experience. It is surely possible that quite a number are loosely using a disorder that’s in vogue as a way to excuse or blow off bad behavior, but it’s also likely that they simply aren’t able to express themselves as well as they’d like. The question that needs to be asked, then, is, “Do you find this hinders your life? Is it debilitating?” So many people laid wanton claim to OCD and ADD, without really getting how much of a struggle it is to have these, that it became commonplace to insert it after mundane fuckups. While it’s easy to say, “No you don’t,” to these faux pas due to their relatively up front presentation of symptoms, it’s more challenging when presented with social anxiety due to the social nature of that very situation, because they may just be shutting off due to that anxiety. How do you yourself communicate your social anxiety to people? I choke up, like having a big frog in my throat, and it’s extremely difficult to go into details beyond, “I have social anxiety.” Its brief, abrupt, and kind of dickish. Its mainly with authority figures for me though, which, while that is a very bad, not good thing, at least I can be more or less open with people who are simply friends.
My brother also claimed social anxiety, which I acknowledge he may have had to some degree. It took deeper digging though, to discover to what extent it went – he insisted he got over it by just going out and doing what he was anxious about. So yeah, maybe he had it in some way, but it’s fairly simple for me to see that there’s a world of difference between the two of us. The problem is he doesn’t really see it, because it’s difficult to understand someone else’s experience.