grapevine
Well-known member
Going to write out *stuff* in here.. I need to vent so seriously that I feel like I am going to explode seriously!!
Im going to write my heart out in here- it seems a little bit better than writing in my journal in Pages. It feels more cement and reflective. I like the auto-writing and reading it back.
I just feel really paranoid about writing these things online though, thinking that this crush would see them (which is completely unlikely).
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I just cant shake off this crush at work and its eating me alive - I feel I am hanging by a thread to going completely into the dark. I feel soo upset and depressed constantly. And yet I was completely normal in May and June- and now its November and my bday is coming up in a few weeks and I will be 33 and I am just so sad and lonely and at the same time crave my independence away from my family.
I have dealt with severe social phobia since I was 16 after being raped by my boyfriend at 14 - I mean we were kind of inlove at the time anyway- but I then did not even know where babies came from- I thought they came out ur bum! -
That relationship lasted for 5-6 months and then he got his friend to dump me and went out with an older senoir year girl - in front of me. And that was when I had to find new friends because I hung out with his friends- and I then became really paranoid around guys and suffered really bad low self esteem and body image problems that got worse and worse. I remember feeling disgusting and delving into crash dieting and binge eating for ages and feeling so ashamed of myself and like I just couldnt be on par with everyone else anymore. I managed to hang out with some good friends then, but when it came to going out and talking about boys - I just wouldnt go. I mean, I was at that point barely making grades and even going to school- in the prime of my life.. I was the one hiding in the trees near the school all day because I couldnt make the steps to actually go into class- Id wait for the bus.
And at that point in my life I had started wetting the bed every single night( had to go to get tests done and everything)- still it always happened - right up until I was 22 or 23 (8 years) when I had my first session with a psychologist. And it was there that I actually realised what had happened to me and I actually let it out and told someone. After that I never wet the bed.
But my 20s have been really hard. Basically, did small courses here and there with bouts of serious years of agoraphobia and a hermit lifestyle where animals and gardening and doing things for my folks have been my life. A very internalised lonley life of solitude and fear but compassion.
There was a time though, when I was 24, and met someone on a forum- who contacted me. It was a guy who made me feel so flattered and in a sense filled that loneliness gap and gave me feelings of worthiness and attractiveness- I remember him saying at one point he wanted to marry me even ( which I just laughed off). Then, I remember being so scared to talk on the phone to him- because I had phone phobia - but I did it - and we talked for ages- and then it became a regular thing- and my phone would run out of battery power and that is when we would end talking. Then he asked me to come to his state city (interstate) to see him- and me who had never been on a plane before- who had trouble even going to the supermarket at times.. I got so much anxiety- I just went and booked a plane and went on my own to see him.
And that was one of the biggest dramas of my life. Because you see, from the time I first started talking to him online and on the phone, I had feelings of worthlessness and wanted to like my body, and feel clean.. so I crash dieted- I had so much anxiety when I knew I was actually going to go see him - that I thought I had to be perfect for him to accept me. So I lost so much weight with in 2.5 months - I mean I had grown up in a culture where thin was in- like in the 90s. So I just stopped eating much, and got to the point where I ate tiny amounts of food and walked for hours each day to go to my course I was doing at the time- I also at night would constantly be on my xtrainer where I would look in the mirror and actually get excited and liked what I saw- that I was looking so slim and fit and imagined meeting him at the airport and his reaction. Because kept wanting to know things- things that I was so naive about - like my measurements ( I assumed it was for a tshirt or something) .. and showing pictures of types of girls he liked.
So I remember the big day where my parents dropped me off at the airport thinking I was going to see a girl I had met online. They had no idea.
My first plane ride- I will never forget that- it was in the nighttime and hardly anyone on- me feeling nervous but so excillerated like I had accomplished so many fears just to be there. And seeing the big city lights just before landing- it was a thrill.
So I get to the airport luggage terminal- and he texts me. My legs are so like jelly and I cant hardly breathe or even see- the anxiety is so bad- but in the back of my mind and from his text was a guy that I felt at the time I could rely on that understood what I must of been feeling and that would accept me regardless of what I looked like.
So when I met him. He looked at me like a shock. I thought at the time - okay is this a god thing?...
Im going to write my heart out in here- it seems a little bit better than writing in my journal in Pages. It feels more cement and reflective. I like the auto-writing and reading it back.
I just feel really paranoid about writing these things online though, thinking that this crush would see them (which is completely unlikely).
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I just cant shake off this crush at work and its eating me alive - I feel I am hanging by a thread to going completely into the dark. I feel soo upset and depressed constantly. And yet I was completely normal in May and June- and now its November and my bday is coming up in a few weeks and I will be 33 and I am just so sad and lonely and at the same time crave my independence away from my family.
I have dealt with severe social phobia since I was 16 after being raped by my boyfriend at 14 - I mean we were kind of inlove at the time anyway- but I then did not even know where babies came from- I thought they came out ur bum! -
That relationship lasted for 5-6 months and then he got his friend to dump me and went out with an older senoir year girl - in front of me. And that was when I had to find new friends because I hung out with his friends- and I then became really paranoid around guys and suffered really bad low self esteem and body image problems that got worse and worse. I remember feeling disgusting and delving into crash dieting and binge eating for ages and feeling so ashamed of myself and like I just couldnt be on par with everyone else anymore. I managed to hang out with some good friends then, but when it came to going out and talking about boys - I just wouldnt go. I mean, I was at that point barely making grades and even going to school- in the prime of my life.. I was the one hiding in the trees near the school all day because I couldnt make the steps to actually go into class- Id wait for the bus.
And at that point in my life I had started wetting the bed every single night( had to go to get tests done and everything)- still it always happened - right up until I was 22 or 23 (8 years) when I had my first session with a psychologist. And it was there that I actually realised what had happened to me and I actually let it out and told someone. After that I never wet the bed.
But my 20s have been really hard. Basically, did small courses here and there with bouts of serious years of agoraphobia and a hermit lifestyle where animals and gardening and doing things for my folks have been my life. A very internalised lonley life of solitude and fear but compassion.
There was a time though, when I was 24, and met someone on a forum- who contacted me. It was a guy who made me feel so flattered and in a sense filled that loneliness gap and gave me feelings of worthiness and attractiveness- I remember him saying at one point he wanted to marry me even ( which I just laughed off). Then, I remember being so scared to talk on the phone to him- because I had phone phobia - but I did it - and we talked for ages- and then it became a regular thing- and my phone would run out of battery power and that is when we would end talking. Then he asked me to come to his state city (interstate) to see him- and me who had never been on a plane before- who had trouble even going to the supermarket at times.. I got so much anxiety- I just went and booked a plane and went on my own to see him.
And that was one of the biggest dramas of my life. Because you see, from the time I first started talking to him online and on the phone, I had feelings of worthlessness and wanted to like my body, and feel clean.. so I crash dieted- I had so much anxiety when I knew I was actually going to go see him - that I thought I had to be perfect for him to accept me. So I lost so much weight with in 2.5 months - I mean I had grown up in a culture where thin was in- like in the 90s. So I just stopped eating much, and got to the point where I ate tiny amounts of food and walked for hours each day to go to my course I was doing at the time- I also at night would constantly be on my xtrainer where I would look in the mirror and actually get excited and liked what I saw- that I was looking so slim and fit and imagined meeting him at the airport and his reaction. Because kept wanting to know things- things that I was so naive about - like my measurements ( I assumed it was for a tshirt or something) .. and showing pictures of types of girls he liked.
So I remember the big day where my parents dropped me off at the airport thinking I was going to see a girl I had met online. They had no idea.
My first plane ride- I will never forget that- it was in the nighttime and hardly anyone on- me feeling nervous but so excillerated like I had accomplished so many fears just to be there. And seeing the big city lights just before landing- it was a thrill.
So I get to the airport luggage terminal- and he texts me. My legs are so like jelly and I cant hardly breathe or even see- the anxiety is so bad- but in the back of my mind and from his text was a guy that I felt at the time I could rely on that understood what I must of been feeling and that would accept me regardless of what I looked like.
So when I met him. He looked at me like a shock. I thought at the time - okay is this a god thing?...