nightsky said:
Absolutely not. SA is not all about what other people think or do or say. Its all about how we think, how we see the world. We see (more like feel, but whatever) everything through dirty glasses. So knowing you are beautiful won't magically help the anxiety...any more than finding out that the reason you are a freak acutally has a label (SA) will 'snap you out of it'...
Also well said. So now that we've all (mostly) agreed that SA is truly within, regardless of what situation we find ourselves in, regardless of our looks, our station in life, or our circumstances, what do we do?
It has much control over us regardless of our rational thoughts fighting it.
I am just recently figuring out, or facing you might say, what I have although it's sort of jumbled up with other conditions and hard to separate. For me, there is a shame involved.
I'd rather have a clear cut medical condition that I and others understand than one that makes you not want to go out and have fun which seems 'weird' even to those who care about you.
I'm realizing though, that if this condition were better, then most others that I have would be.
I hear people say "I think I'll stay home, I'm feeling anti-social tonight" meaning they'll relax at home. Or if someone shows anger or changes their mind, then they're bipolar. These conditions are not taken seriously and labels are tossed around like jokes today.
What do you guys think, is it good that the terms are at least becoming known even if they're joked about?
There's still so far to go with mental illness not carrying shame. How ironic that our most important organ gets no respect.
-- So I'm feeling like Chatty Cathy today folks, sorry, I need to vent and it has helped me already reading some of your posts. If you don't feel like reading it all, feel free to move on. --
So what to do? I'm open for suggestions, positive ones that is
I get so very anxious before my visit to my psychiatrist. I've even canceled at the last minute before, knowing I'll be charged the $80.
Each visit, which only last about 10-15 mins., she gives me a different phone number of someone, or a group, that she thinks can help and scolds me for not calling the next time I see her.
"You need to call. You need to go to this. You need to pick up the phone." Wow, I never thought of that! Is that what I'm supposed to do?? Rationally, I KNOW that. Tell me how to get to that point!!
Thanks, but I beat myself up enough every day with the same thought.
I'm not working now because of physical issues, and also I am terrified of people and the world. I'm living off of savings but worry about my future. I was a professional and very good at my job, but my body and mind paid the price of my struggle to be a very good actress, or so I thought, hiding my true feelings. The conflict inside me was tremendous.
My anxiety spiraled out of control due to a number of stressful things. I had sort of a nervous breakdown. I've been a a single parent since my son was one, and barely held it together (always trying to seem as normal as possible for my son) until he grew up and left home. I didn't think he knew I had such issues, but he did.
He saw my life shut down, no dating, no friends, nothing except come and go to work until that became too much.
Were it not for my responsibility for him I would have caved in and given up a long time ago.
It seems to me, and he thinks, that he has the same condition. He is more self-aware than I was at his age (20).
In a way that's sad, because he doesn't have the neive hope that I had.
He thinks he's doomed, and in a way, maybe is. I'd never tell him that. I've encouraged counseling when he's brought up his feelings, though I feared him thinking something's 'wrong' with him.
Any parents out there?
The last few years when he's expressed his feelings that something is 'wrong with him', it was hard to tell if it was normal 'growing pains', low self-esteem, depression or actual SAD. Suggestions? Any info on great meds if it comes to that, that are safe for that age?
I've seen some meds make people worse, so I'm cautious.
He took Tofranil for bed-wetting when he was 9 that caused major depression and suicidal ideas/actions. I had a bed-wetting problem that he inherited (physical problem) and my mother never took me to the Dr, so I thought I was doing the right thing. What guilt I feel.
He had to go through immediate in-patient care for the suicide attempts.
I can barely live with the memory of the trauma (we both felt) having him sobbing and ripped from my arms when I had to leave him there.
He was incorrectly put on several anti-depressants concurrently during this, and right after. It was horrible. He won't even discuss it to this day. So it's complicated.
He's like me in that he smiles when appropriate, seems ok to others but is suffering, and he's isolating more and more.
I would do anything to get him help now rather than 25 years from now.
It's a gorgeous day out, and there are lots of things to do with others, or even alone, but I will probably view it all from here in my room. The TV, the computer and my thoughts.
Thanks if you read, and if you have any thoughts I appreciate it.
Promise I'll read your vent session too.