LonelyGirl
Well-known member
Hello everyone, this is my first post. I've been visiting this forum for a while but didn't register until now. I was worried that someone I know would read my posts and realise it was me, although I doubt that anyone I know would be reading a social anxiety forum. I've decded to post anyway because I feel like I really need to tell someone what's just happened to me.
I suffered from selective mutism until I was almost 16 (I'm 18 now) and have suffered from social anxiety for just over 2 years. I've recently started university and I have been living in halls for nearly 2 weeks. I moved away because I wanted a fresh start. I wanted to go to a place where no one knew me and no one thought of me as shy or quiet. I thought this would help me overcome my anxiety.
I was terrified when I arrived but I forced myself to speak to my flatmates (I share a flat with 5 other girls). They're all very nice and I would like to socialise more with them but my anxiety has been holding me back. I do speak to them but not nearly as much as they speak to each other.
After a few days at uni, even though I was still worried about making friends, I began to feel better about living here. I wasn't really happy, but I wasn't sad either. I was feeling optimistic and thought that once I'd met more people on my course, joined a club or society and got a job I'd make friends and everything would be ok, but now I'm starting to worry.
One of my flatmates has a boyfriend who lives locally. He comes to the flat a lot in the evenings and although he's been around since uni started, I only met him yesterday - or the day before - I don't remember. Anyway, he was in the kitchen with his girlfriend while I was washing up and he started talking to me. I answered all his questions, but found it difficult to make conversation. Eventually he said "You're quiet aren't you" which he probably didn't mean in a nasty way but it really upset me because all I've done since I arrived is try not to be quiet.
All of my flatmates went out tonight and although I was invited I didn't go because I have to be up early in the morning (they don't). Before they left they were all standing outside the bedrooms talking to the boyfriend while I was in my room. I had headphones on so I didn't hear everything that was said, but someone mentioned my name so I started listening. It was obvious he had been saying mean things about me because I heard my flatmates tell him he was being "horrible" to me. They also told him I was "lovely" which was nice and warned him that I could probably hear, but no one came to check if I had.
I burst into tears because I felt like I was back at school again being bullied by people who just thought I was just there to make fun of. I've been trying so hard to fit in and make friends and be myself and I know I wasn't as successful as I would have liked, but this has just made me feel like such a failure. I'm dreading tomorrow. Part of me wants to talk to my flatmates about it in the morning, but they didn't hear me crying and they don't know that I heard, so I'm not sure if I should. Also, I don't want to fall out with the girl whose boyfriend it is, even though I hardly ever see her.
This is the worst I've felt since I came here. I thought the next 3 years were going to be the best of my life but now I'm not so sure. This probably doesn't sound like a big deal. It was just one stupid boy. There are plenty of nice people around, but it's made me feel really depressed and scared and lonely.
I'm sorry that was so long but I just had to let it out.
I suffered from selective mutism until I was almost 16 (I'm 18 now) and have suffered from social anxiety for just over 2 years. I've recently started university and I have been living in halls for nearly 2 weeks. I moved away because I wanted a fresh start. I wanted to go to a place where no one knew me and no one thought of me as shy or quiet. I thought this would help me overcome my anxiety.
I was terrified when I arrived but I forced myself to speak to my flatmates (I share a flat with 5 other girls). They're all very nice and I would like to socialise more with them but my anxiety has been holding me back. I do speak to them but not nearly as much as they speak to each other.
After a few days at uni, even though I was still worried about making friends, I began to feel better about living here. I wasn't really happy, but I wasn't sad either. I was feeling optimistic and thought that once I'd met more people on my course, joined a club or society and got a job I'd make friends and everything would be ok, but now I'm starting to worry.
One of my flatmates has a boyfriend who lives locally. He comes to the flat a lot in the evenings and although he's been around since uni started, I only met him yesterday - or the day before - I don't remember. Anyway, he was in the kitchen with his girlfriend while I was washing up and he started talking to me. I answered all his questions, but found it difficult to make conversation. Eventually he said "You're quiet aren't you" which he probably didn't mean in a nasty way but it really upset me because all I've done since I arrived is try not to be quiet.
All of my flatmates went out tonight and although I was invited I didn't go because I have to be up early in the morning (they don't). Before they left they were all standing outside the bedrooms talking to the boyfriend while I was in my room. I had headphones on so I didn't hear everything that was said, but someone mentioned my name so I started listening. It was obvious he had been saying mean things about me because I heard my flatmates tell him he was being "horrible" to me. They also told him I was "lovely" which was nice and warned him that I could probably hear, but no one came to check if I had.
I burst into tears because I felt like I was back at school again being bullied by people who just thought I was just there to make fun of. I've been trying so hard to fit in and make friends and be myself and I know I wasn't as successful as I would have liked, but this has just made me feel like such a failure. I'm dreading tomorrow. Part of me wants to talk to my flatmates about it in the morning, but they didn't hear me crying and they don't know that I heard, so I'm not sure if I should. Also, I don't want to fall out with the girl whose boyfriend it is, even though I hardly ever see her.
This is the worst I've felt since I came here. I thought the next 3 years were going to be the best of my life but now I'm not so sure. This probably doesn't sound like a big deal. It was just one stupid boy. There are plenty of nice people around, but it's made me feel really depressed and scared and lonely.
I'm sorry that was so long but I just had to let it out.