I got (self diagnosed):
*Severe Social Anxiety Disorder (Main life issue)
*Chronic Anxious Atypical Major Depressive Disorder (Not constant, but monthly at minimum, episodes of decompensation, if not extreme bouts of it)
I was seemingly normal as a little kid, in elementary school at least, no memory of anything like this. Just at a family reunion of 10 years (in which i spoke to nobody) a family member mentioned that I used to be REALLY social when I was little. Was an extrovert even, hardcore.
Then about 6th grade is when it all started to set in, and that's the time my father says that "you lost your smile". My theory is that bad behaviors, misfortunes, and bad ways that I decided to try and cope, made things worse over the years, as my young brain is developing, and over the years it got worse until about high school where it had reached a point where I would consider it a full fledged disorder (wired into your brain), and it got both worse and better in ways by 12th grade. However I had my worse symptoms ever in 12th grade sharing a few sentences of a news story, had a panic or anxiety attack for the first time (havne't since then) where I literally couldn't breathe and everything.
My thory is there's a bunch of contributing factors, but it all sums up to I was allowed to be extremely weird in elementary school, possibly developmentally delayed. Curdoroy overalls, big white bowl cut til like 5th grade or so lol, suuuuuper innocent outgoing and kinda obnoxious attitude (but i was a kid, whos not obnoxious). I believe that about 6th grade is when I began to be self aware, and just sorta stopped talking, converted from an extrovert to an introvert. Got worse over the years, constistently. Friends I had in 6th and/or 8th grade, that I saw in 12th grade, I'd sit by them and be unable to talk to them anymore, one acutally said "Y U No funny anymore?".
I remember thinking emotions were a weakness and trying to get rid of them, and remember thinking it was a bad idea and flipping into trying to undo repression of emotions.
Wasn't til about 11th grade that I randomly though hey, if i can't make a friend (I have one retained from kindergarden) how will I ever get a girlfriend? Ima die alone :O So I decide that I ought to start trying to date people (no urge to do so, just some "dont wanna die alone" deal xD). So, first thing I do is hit up this girl, extremely attractive (was such an idiot to ignore), been obsessed with me and chasing me since 6th grade, about 6 years, even gave her a chance back in 6th grade but broke up with her (over runescape lmao) because I wasn't into girls yet and it was just weird for me. She's all super excited, and it really doesn't take hanging out very long for me to fall head over heels, idk maybe just seeing someone being so nice to me, on top of a new social connection, on top of general biological attraction/feels towards females, but it was EXTREME. Struggled talking to her still, was told talking to me is like talking to a brick wall xD But made a bit of progress if i remember. Anyways, experiencing the emotion "love" (emphasis on the word 'emotion'), sorta reached around the wall of repression i had up around my emotions, a weak point where there was no wall since I didn't know love when I had repressed emotions, it reached around the wall and pulled all the other emotions through in full force :OOOO WOAH. Recepie for disaster. Anyways, meaning of life became her lol. Would walk 4 hours to school some days when i had no ride, not to make it to school, but to see her in ceramics & history class. And history class, in 12th grade, is when I had that panic/anxiety attack from sharing a news story. I had shared news stories many times in that class with struggles, but never that extreme, and I actually figured out what was different then (and in other cases of extremes) is SHE was right there, right next to me. When I like someone, they amplify all my emotions, including symptoms of my disorder. Things never worked out with this girl though, she turned out to have a fiance deployed in japan, a few other boyfriends, and god knows what else. Plus, being so socially impaired, can't really last too long anyways. First time ever really being pissed at someone. At the time she was responsible for the most extreme of all emotions ive ever felt, even experienced tears of joy during prom :O But it was a ton of bs.
Anyways, was hooked on experiencing "love" at this point, became a sort of life goal/purpose, alongside learning to just talk/connect with people (always imagined the "a whole new world" song playing when I finally do xD). Found a new girlfriend, was one of them not like the picture situations, but figured i'd give it a shot and not be an asshole. But ended up wasting 4 years of both lives trying to be "nice". Still, was the first person I could ever talk to entirely unrestricted, didn't know why, but, was nice, and really made me forget I had a disorder even, she didn't believe me til about a year in, she'd always say to others "idk what you mean saying he's quiet, I can't get him to shut up!". Anyways that relationship finally I ended up cutting off.
2nd one, was actually attracted to her, initially thought I liked her personality too but didn't so cut that one off eventually too. Could talk to her too a bit, maybe not fully but I'd say on a normal level for sure.
Left her realizing that even 2 years later I can't stop thinking about the girl I'm with right now (who i previously met only 2 months online and 3 days in person, so didn't mention yet). This girl, I struggled to talk to for a long time. First night in bed I'm laying there petting her dogs to avoid pressure of what should and shouldn't i do. She's made it very clear she's into me and such, but due to the anxiety disorder it's like there's no possible way she's into me lol. So she's laying there falling asleep disappointed, I try n initiate cuddling, figuring i'm damned if I don't do anything, and only 'probably' damned if I do do something. Powered through great mental inhibiton and discomfort, and just tested the waters, placed a hand on her back. INSTANTLY FROZEN, same exact feeling I had once before during a 200 foot freefall extreme amusement ride. Was expecting something like the exorcist where her hed snaps back and she's screaming and i done fucked up n get out never come back. About 10 seconds finally fades away and I'm like ........ :O nothing happened........ Then begin cuddling. Then she moves n wakes up a little about 5 mintues into it and I panic mentally thinking "oh god she was asleep, didn't consent, im a rapist!" and retreat for the night lol. Keep in mind she lured me over with nudes n was all like get in my bed xD and im wondering if she wants me to leave. Anyways, theory is it's such a great loss to me if i mess up, so anxiety is spiked knowing that pretty guaranteed screwups are gonna hold extreme consequences, and trying too hard to avoid making mistakes, to the point I do nothing, say nothing, etc.
Anyways, she's got BPD and I've survived being sparta kicked in the face outta her life twice now, finally recognizing the 2nd time why it was happening and what to look out for so here's to hoping things remain going well in the future.
As far as jobs though, prettymuch every job out there requires a basic level of verbal communication that I don't have. It's extremely hard to find jobs i'm compatible with. Unskilled jobs are primarily customer service (above my ability, I can't pretend I like you, or even let you know I like you), skilled jobs like embedded electronics (my top skill) engineering requires a lotta detailed verbal communication and coordination that I imagine isn't doable and would be an issue that gets me fired. Trying to learn programming to compliment my electronics skills & land a skilled job in a career field that is decently used to dealing with similar people (it's a job listed as good for autistic people too). Was trying to apply for disability for some time, was unable to make the phone calls to do so. Was unable to ask to see a counselor back in middle/high school too, due to the disorder. Finally found a unicorn job, basically no duties at all, night shift so rarely anyone to talk to and few words when you do talk, not too personal, usually when they do get personal, the correct response is to ignore, so amazing. Can work on programming n get paid for it even. So lucky there, was feeling like I had no future for about 2 years straight and starting to go off the deep end of depression with unemployment n such, even with girlfriend, it was like how long can being with her possibly last if I can't get a job and all this stuff. BUT got a job now and its great, finally great, and expected to get better.
The disorder though, is nicknamed "the disorder of lost opportunities" because anxiety gets in the way of you siezing the moment, just about every moment there is. I always say that "life" is the opportunity that is missed, and will continue being missed unless I get over it somehow. Have consulted with bhuddist monks from the order of the interbeing. I figured the guy i was talking to was from the organization that Thich Quang Dirch, or however u spell it, the flaming monk, guy who burned himself alive without flinching, figured they knew meditation stuff like that which helps you tap into controls of your body not usually/naturally had, and it'd be my best option for trying meditation in order to help things. Failed to research enough about burning alive though, a bit too excited for it to go well lol, apparently your nerves are burned away pretty quick and burning alive quickly becomes painless if hot enough, and you die pretty quick too. Still it's impressive to not flinch. I also had an experience where I had accidentally repressed the ability to feel "sad" for about a year, and felt that the way I did it is likely similar to meditation. So had a bit of a bias. Never really got into things, the monk just wanted money lol. But my theory has been that anxiety is fear based, i have a fear based disorder, yet I never conciously feel fear or think anxious thoughts (usually dont). So if I could repress one emotion (which was bad, and able to be undone with strong enough sad stimuli repeated enough), maybe I could repress fear instead? Only way I know to induce fear is heights, so dangle myself off a cliff to bring the emotion to my consciousness in full force, and then "meditate" like before, except practice beforehand so I'd not be left hanging and possibly get used to hights before successfully meditating. But with sadness, I remember describing it like i mentally detatched from myself, had an "aerial view" of my conciousness, separate from it, and mentally PUSHED the sad thoughts out since they made absolutely no sense. By doing that, I learned how it felt to just be able to will sadness out of your head, and do so without meditating. Maybe this is normal? But after doing this enough times, getting sad, and just getting rid of the sadness (often out of fear of showing sadness), I began getting sad less and less often until I just stopped becoming sad one day, for over a year. Took my grandpa dying (almost wasn't enough) to finally break that wall down and finally feel sad again, which just suddenly broke out and literally soaked the front of my shirt in tears, after 3/4 of the day being unfeeling about any of it, and a year of other stuff not bringing sadness that previously used to. Anyways, fear though, never got around to trying it, but if I practiced meditation and got good at getting to that "aerial view" of my conciousness, as a separate entity, I'd go test it out, dangle off a cliff to induce fear that is clear and easy to concentrate on casting out of my mind, and, hopefully learning how it feels therefore how to do it at will any time I feel fear, theoretically, I'd be able to do so any time I got strong enough anxiety, and if I make a point to induce strong anxiety intentionally, I can repeat the outcasing enough, that it eventally doesn't come back. Repressing sadnness was a bad idea, it's actually a positive response to "bad" lol, you still feel bad/hollow/rotten, just not sad and more importantly, none of the happiness that sadness brings. Can't really imagine fear being a bad thing to repress, but figure it's worth risking, sadness came back too. Idk. Interesting thing I like to share, can't find shit about it online except theoretical psycology stuff about conciousness being able to split in two and such. Also pot has shown promise in helping me talk more, but I still need to approach it scientifically and confirm it does, as it's hard to get a decent dose that doesn't leave you unable to think. Also going to a Psyciatrist eventually, gonna find one that specializes and knows what they're doing, has a background in neroscience as well as anxiety disorders n such. At the same time, I've been trying for all my life to get over it, and I don't really go out of my way to fix it anymore since it's unlikely I do fix it, and I can spend the rest of my life trying, or instead focus on more productive things. One big issue being that I don't ever have fun, so, making a point to stop doing work in my free time and do fun things. I'm sure I've got other issues on the side, but anxiety is the main thing, and main contributor to other issues I got. A new thing I've been wondering about, is if I just have "learned helpelessness" and no "disorder". I'd be so pissed with myself lol, but happy too.
As far as sharing disorders goes or talking about it, in my experience, not one person has understood. And most make a lot of assumptions like you're some pos faking it or it's some illusion you think you got but dont. Some think it's some attention seeking ploy or an a ttempt to feel special, or you're trying to brag, etc. Buncha fuckin' idiots, best to just not waste time, only one who can help me is me, nobody else needs to know, unless it's a boss that's gonna be like wtf, or just talking about mental stuff for lulz. Side note, talking online, it's hard not to hit word limits, in person, hard to hit the minimum word requirement. End up writing novels on accident, such as this one, i'd say it's a partial novel tho. Tried to keep it short
