Hi Prince1,
I agree with scatmantom. I wish I could go back and do it all over. In fact, I wish I could go back even further than college to before elementary school. But there are no do-overs...or very rarely can you try something again. It was when I was in college at the tender age of 21 yo that I had my first sexual experience...I was painfully shy and completely inept in interacting with members of the opposite sex. I self-medicated with alcohol and that helped me have _some_ social life, but not often. I think you and I share the same problem with girls. I was and am just so uncomfortable around girls--I think they sense the discomfort, maybe see my behavior as a lack of interest which was/is often the furthest thing from the truth. I quite drinking on Memorial Day of 1992 and many things became much more clear after that. I look at the points where my SPia got worse, not in terms of an age point, but rather at points where personal and professional responsibilities increased. This makes more sense than SPia being age related; but I can't deny that my SPia has gotten worse with age even when there was no apparent increase in responsibilities.
Here's a thigh-slapper as well as an indication of how bad off I've gotten. I live on a rural road with not much vehicular traffic, no pedestrian traffic, but a few Amish buggies coming by during the day. My mail box is at roadside, about 40 feet from the front of my house. To get my mail, I stick my head out the front or side door and listen carefully for traffic. If I hear none I sprint out to the mail box, get my mail, and sprint back. But if on my sprint out to the mailbox I hear a car coming, I abort the mission and sprint back to the house empty-handed to hide. It sometimes takes 3 or 4 attempts just to get my damn mail. I don't want to be seen now--SPia rules my life even though I'm on clonazepam and Wellbutrin. It's kinda' funny I guess, but I just don't quite understand how I got to this point. Drinking again is not an option, because I see myself taking that long miserable slide that my father did. He died when in his early 60s...he gave up caring years before that.
Looking back, it seems like it should have been so easy. But, SPia and depression made everything I did difficult and unconsiously underperfromed academically and athletically, even from my very earliest recollections before Kindergarten. But I'm me and you are you. Things could be much easier for you and I hope they are. And you should try to avoid putting any pressure on yourself...try to do your best as far as classwork, try not to avoid people, and you may find things work out very nicely. Slowly acclimate to your new environment.
I did not mention my major in my previous post. When I started college, I thought maybe something in the engineering field. But, I ended up taking a Math/Physics joint major. I enjoyed those classes, but I can't help but think I choose that major to isolate myself. It was very hard for me to get through. After college, I ended up, very much by choice, as a computer programmer, another very isolating type of work. The computer was my friend...I think everyone develops their own relationship with their computer. It's just a one-on-one relatioship that no one can share or interfere with...others have their own perhaps unique relationship.
Like Kinetik, I had my share of anxiety although I don't recall actual panic attacks in college. And I somehow made it to school for every class, even though it was a 3 mile on way walk to campus. And that walk could be very tough to take in Buffalo, NY winters. Perhaps the long walk to school helped me relax a little. Exercise would help you greatly as well...if you can motivate yourself.
You are at least trying by reading. That _can_ help you come to an understanding of yourself. I took a couple years of sobriety before things became clear to me. I just haven't been able to do anything with that knowledge. I go to a free clinic, and I'm grateful even though they are of little help. Bad psych care may be worse than no psych care. I'd stop going _now_ but my counselor is just drop-dead gorgeous as well as drop-dead married.
Again, do your best to find a way out. You can do this. You don't want to end up like me. And our age difference of 40 years will go in what seems to be a blink of the eye. There are lots of good people here and many people have responded...you are not alone and don't have to go through things alone.
scatmantom said:
Hey Prince1
I started Uni in 2003 and im in my final year now. I moved into a new town where I didnt know a single person. Before I went to university I'd had very little social experience and I was terrified. I had major anxiety the day my parents dropped me off. I was 4 hours from home and it just seemed like I wouldn't last a week. However it was fine after I got out there and started meeting people. There is so much going on and ur always so busy in freshers week that u dont really get the chance to get nervous. It was the best decision Ive ever made to stick at it, I've grown up alot and its pretty much cured my SA (ive still got some anxiety problems but its much improved)
I hope you go thru with it and have as much fun as I've had. I sort of wish I could be in your shoes and do it all again :lol:
Things are never as bad as we SPics fear they will be. In my programming job I had to meet and talk to a couple of Secretaries of Transportation (Cabinet Level presidential appointments) and Federal Highway Administration Administrators. Rodney Slater under Bill Clinton and Mary Peters under Bush 43, as well as Elaine Chao (now Secretary of Labor I think ) to drop a couple names. The pressure was on, but it just _wasn't_ that bad. If I can do it, so can you! Think about the worst that can happen and I think you'll realize that it is a ridiculous and impossible scenario. Then take the next worst thing...
good luck,k