HopelessMess
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Okay here's something I've never admitted to anyone... I have all the "typical" symptoms of Social Phobia, but I also have an intense fear of being bullied, harassed, or beaten up. And I'm not a school kid, I'm well past even my college years, so the fear is really a bit irrational. I was bullied alot through school from age 12 just as my SP was developing, so I'm pretty sure that's where all this comes from. Actually, maybe I was bullied BECAUSE my SP was developing? I dunno.
No one knows about this fear, not even my wife who I tell EVERYTHING to, including all of the other "aspects" of my social phobia. I feel like if I revealed this to anyone, I would undoubtedly be told some macho BS like "Don't be such a wimp", "Grow a pair", "P****", "Man up", etc., etc. Sad thing is, these are exactly the kind of thoughts that go through my own head when I feel this fear. Without revealing too much, I grew up in an area of the US with a VERY macho culture, so that's probably where I picked this stupid attitude up. Whatever the cause, I'm completely ashamed and sickened at my own overactive fight/flight response and subsequent fear.
The worst thing is- I think this fear of bullies causes me to behave like a "victim" in certain situations. For example:
The flip side of this weird fear of bullies is that I get overly aggressive in some situations where it's really not called for:
Hi everyone, thanks for reading my ridiculously long half-post. Here's the rest if anyone has the time and patience.
BTW: For those who posted that I had courage, or was manly, or anything like that in the above incident - Unfortunately that is in no way true because:
I'm thinking that maybe my fear and subsequent "inappropriate aggressiveness" could both be helped by some fierce working out and some Martial Arts training like Thai Kickboxing(which as a Martial Arts fan, I believe to be the most effective form in a street fight). I just keep remembering that line in "Fight Club" when Edward Norton says "Once you start fighting, the 'volume' on everything else gets turned way down", meaning that knowing you can handle yourself makes you much less anxious about everything else in life. Also, the comedian Joe Rogan, who is a practicing Brazilian Jui Jitsu artist, once said "Fighting is man's most basic primal fear, the seed from which all other anxieties grow. Once you face that and learn to fight and not fear it so much, you don't worry about confrontations or get as anxious. You feel like you can handle it.". To be honest, I've never found Rogan very funny, but he is one damned insightful guy.
My SP and Avoidance has kept me from actually signing up and going to a gym though.
I deeply appreciate ANYONE who had the patience to read through all of this. I've kept this bottled up a long time without telling anyone and it's just sort of all spilling out at once.
Anyway, I'd appreciate any thoughts, advice, or just to know that someone else can relate to what I've written so far, so feel free to respond with anything. Well anything except "Yes you're being a wuss", because I already know that. :
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No one knows about this fear, not even my wife who I tell EVERYTHING to, including all of the other "aspects" of my social phobia. I feel like if I revealed this to anyone, I would undoubtedly be told some macho BS like "Don't be such a wimp", "Grow a pair", "P****", "Man up", etc., etc. Sad thing is, these are exactly the kind of thoughts that go through my own head when I feel this fear. Without revealing too much, I grew up in an area of the US with a VERY macho culture, so that's probably where I picked this stupid attitude up. Whatever the cause, I'm completely ashamed and sickened at my own overactive fight/flight response and subsequent fear.
The worst thing is- I think this fear of bullies causes me to behave like a "victim" in certain situations. For example:
- I constantly scan my surroundings for "dangerous" looking guys.
- I'm always evaluating other men around me as to whether I could "beat" them in a fight(usually deciding that I couldn't).
- I am completely uncomfortable with people sitting behind me, because of some irrational fear that they'll take that advantage to "do something" to me- hit me, throw something at me, tease me, ...I don't know. As you might think, going to the movies is a nightmare for me unless I'm bombed out of my head on Klonopin and then I can't remember the movie after I've seen it. LOL
- When I see a group of guys(as in anything more than 1 guy alone) headed toward me on a sidewalk, I immediately start trying to "prepare" myself and decide what I'll do if they "mess" with me. Are there too many/too big to fight, should I run etc. If it's a bunch of teenagers or thuggish-looking guys, the adrenaline really starts to pump.
When I'm with my wife, this fear and all the others become even worse because then there is really only one answer- I'll have to fight to protect her, and/or I'll have to "be tough" so as not to seem like a wuss in front of her. The closest I ever came to telling my wife about this was one time when I said "Going out with you usually makes my social phobia quite a bit worse". She asked "Why?" and I said "Because I have to protect and watch out for us both, so its added anxiety". She didn't understand and said that I had hurt her feelings. So of course I left it alone, because I certainly wasn't going to give her the full unvarnished truth about what a coward I really am. ::
The flip side of this weird fear of bullies is that I get overly aggressive in some situations where it's really not called for:
- If someone is rude with my wife in front of me, I lose it. Once when walking through a hardware store, my wife a bit ahead of me, she asked some guy working there a question. He was standing with another customer, but didn't seem to really be doing anything other than standing.
He very brusquely and rudely said to my wife "Not now, I'm busy".
I was behind her looking at something, so I didn't hear any of this but as we walked on she told me. I immediately spun around and headed straight for the guy and asked him the same question my wife just had(knowing I'd likely get the same answer, which I did)
"Not now, I'm busy" he said.
"Dude, how long does it take to answer a simple question?", I asked.
"Not now", he said just as rude as before, "I'm busy with someone else. You can wait your turn."
"Dude you're a f***ing a**h*le!" I said to him. The old lady customer he was supposedly "helping" by standing there gasped.
"You can't just come in here and call me that", he said.
"Well, I just did. You're a f***ing a**h*le"
He started into something about how if I didn't like the service I could not shop there, etc. I just replied louder "Yeah BLAH BLAH BLAH! Whatever, a**h*le!" and turned to walk away.
At this point, he actually called his manager over on ME! lol The manager was some older lady, and I repeated to her what had happened, but by this point, I was so enraged, crazed, and in "fight" mode, that I don't think she took anything I said too seriously. Nevertheless, when I asked something like "What kind of customer service is that?" She said something like "Yes, we've had a problem with that"(or maybe she said with him).
ANYWAY, my point is that I should've just calmly walked over to the manager in the first place and complained, but my "bully fear" made me behave even more socially inappropriately than the rude clerk. I came off to the manager like a ranting lunatic.
Hi everyone, thanks for reading my ridiculously long half-post. Here's the rest if anyone has the time and patience.
BTW: For those who posted that I had courage, or was manly, or anything like that in the above incident - Unfortunately that is in no way true because:
- Right now I'm living in one of the Scandinavian countries in Europe, where street fights among sober people rarely ever happen. Get these bastards drunk and they're a terror though. I'm not sure where the Irish got the reputation as drunks, but they should start a campaign to shift that rep over to Scandinavia. People here go from shy and reserved to loud obnoxious retards after only a few beers.
- Whenever I go out ANYWHERE, I'm always at least a little doped up on Klonopin, so my nerves are quite a bit more relaxed than they would be ordinarily be. Even so, I'm still scared out of my wits in these confrontations. Without the Klonopin, who knows... I might just slink away and hate myself for not defending my wife.
- Yes I love lists
. I think they make reading through these posts so much easier.
- If some guy spouts off to me on the street(and I understand it), I have to answer back with some equal insult. This has never happened when it's one guy alone, only when he has his "backup" of 1 to 3 friends. So by not just ignoring it, I'm putting myself in some serious danger.
- When I'm walking and I spot some guy coming toward me, looking me in the eyes, I usually force myself to just keep staring right back, even though every SP synapse in my brain is SCREAMING "Avert your eyes!". I have to wait until they avert their eyes first. Same thing with guys on trains, buses, or boats.
The worst and most dangerous one is that I also do this in bars, and usually the "drunk staring guys" are the ones just looking for someone to fight, maybe even eyeing you up for a fight already. Returning their stare is probably a REALLY bad idea.
- If a guy by his own fault bumps into me and doesn't say "excuse me"(they NEVER say excuse me in Scandinavia btw, it's like 1 in 20), I have to make some remark like "I'm walking here.", "I'm standing here", or "Excuse you". I've been told by locals that I should REALLY just let this go unless it's a really hard bump, as that's just not what people do here. Actually, people just don't do "politeness" here in general...
- If someone flirts with my wife in front of me/openly hits on her, again I lose it. And my wife does not flirt back or encourage them in any way, so maybe it would be better if I let her handle rejecting them instead of stepping in. It just makes my blood boil for a guy to disrespect me like that though and hit on my wife right in front of me.
We were at a pub one night having after-dinner drinks with another couple. The other couple had to leave, leaving my wife and I alone at a big round table with two empty seats. Two very drunk Scandinavian guys in their mid twenties come stumbling out of the bar and promptly plop themselves down at the empty seats at our table. (I don't speak the language, so my wife translated this for me later)
My wife says "Would you mind sitting somewhere else? We'd like to be alone. Besides there are plenty of empty tables". She points to several tables around that are completely empty.
"No", the less drunk guy sitting closest to my wife says with a big flirty smile, "We want to sit with YOU."
At this point I can tell just from the "flirty guy's" smile and my wife's look of dismay what is going on. So I stand up and walk as close to him as I can get(the table is still between us). I say very forcefully "Do you speak English?"
"Flirty guy" shakes his head and says "No".
I know he's likely just f***ing with me, because everyone here who is around that age speaks at least some English. But okay, whatever, I decide to play his game. I lean right over him, point at my chest, and angrily yell "MY!", then I point to my wife and yell "Wife!", like a caveman with rudimentary language skills.
"Flirty guy" apparently did understand either the words or that I was working myself into an absolute fury at his behavior, so he hopped right up from his chair... and moved to another table. His friend stayed seated however, but in all honesty I think his friend was just too drunk to even understand what was happening and wasn't even talking, just smiling this stupid drunk grin. "Flirty guy" kept calling his friend to come and join him at the other table.
At this point, we had finished our beers, so my wife got up and said "Let's just go". So we left.
Actually, I'm not even sure that this one belongs in the list, since I don't even know how else I could've handled it? Maybe sent my wife to fetch one of the bouncer/security guys?(I certainly wouldn't leave her alone with those guys while I did it)
I'm thinking that maybe my fear and subsequent "inappropriate aggressiveness" could both be helped by some fierce working out and some Martial Arts training like Thai Kickboxing(which as a Martial Arts fan, I believe to be the most effective form in a street fight). I just keep remembering that line in "Fight Club" when Edward Norton says "Once you start fighting, the 'volume' on everything else gets turned way down", meaning that knowing you can handle yourself makes you much less anxious about everything else in life. Also, the comedian Joe Rogan, who is a practicing Brazilian Jui Jitsu artist, once said "Fighting is man's most basic primal fear, the seed from which all other anxieties grow. Once you face that and learn to fight and not fear it so much, you don't worry about confrontations or get as anxious. You feel like you can handle it.". To be honest, I've never found Rogan very funny, but he is one damned insightful guy.
My SP and Avoidance has kept me from actually signing up and going to a gym though.
I deeply appreciate ANYONE who had the patience to read through all of this. I've kept this bottled up a long time without telling anyone and it's just sort of all spilling out at once.
Anyway, I'd appreciate any thoughts, advice, or just to know that someone else can relate to what I've written so far, so feel free to respond with anything. Well anything except "Yes you're being a wuss", because I already know that. :
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