by: Author Unknown,
Social phobia is a largely misunderstood condition that affects one in 10 people. Here is one sufferer's terrifying story.
Prisoner Of My Own MindThe thought of speaking to others is a terrifying ordeal that sets 34-year-old Jennifer's heart and mind racing. She's one of many Australians who suffer from social phobia.
'At school I never put up my hand to answer questions because I didn't want to draw attention to myself, and I dreaded standing at the front of the class having to do show and tell. I'd forget what I wanted to say and I'd start to stutter.
I remember having to read a story aloud to the rest of my class when I was nine. I read very softly because I was so self-conscious, but the teacher told me to speak up. Then I spoke so much louder that she thought I was being smart and told me off, but I was just so nervous that I was completely unaware of my voice.
At uni I chose subjects that didn't involve oral presentations. I wanted to do media studies and journalism, but I didn't think I'd be articulate enough or that my ideas were worth expressing, so I missed out on a career I would have enjoyed doing.
I've always worried about getting things wrong, and then wondering what people will think of me. My family is quite reserved and never drew attention to themselves, so I grew up that way.
I hated parties and didn't go to clubs until I was 23. But I danced with my eyes closed because I didn't want to engage with anyone. Most of the time I enjoyed my own company, listened to music and had a couple of close friends.
After leaving uni I had my first child, Fiona. During pregnancy my biggest fear wasn't that I'd not be able to cope with a child, but how I'd cope organising the parties. I knew mums and kids would come to her parties and look at me to know what was happening, and of all things during pregnancy I dreaded that most.
I didn't have a first birthday party for Fiona, but when she turned two I invited her playgroup friends and their mums to our house. The morning of the party I was nervous and short of breath.
I had palpitations, and my face ached because I was so tense. I organised food and party games, but I couldn't enjoy the day because I was so nervous and scared.
A few years ago I finally went to see a psychologist who specialises in treating social phobia, who taught me to role play situations I find stressful. She helped me rehearse what to say in a situation, and taught me to challenge all my negative thoughts, things like: "Nobody is going to be interested in what I have to say."
Now I remind myself that just because I feel a certain way, doesn't mean that's the way things actually are.
Recently I arrived at a work function and discovered that I had to meet guests as they arrived. I felt hot and flushed, a bit sick in the stomach and I had a lump in my throat, but I gradually slowed down my breathing, relaxed my muscles and took the evening step by step, and I survived.
Now I have learnt how to meet new people, and I finally feel anticipation and excitement rather than dread and fear.'
Prisoner Of My Own MindThe thought of speaking to others is a terrifying ordeal that sets 34-year-old Jennifer's heart and mind racing. She's one of many Australians who suffer from social phobia.
'At school I never put up my hand to answer questions because I didn't want to draw attention to myself, and I dreaded standing at the front of the class having to do show and tell. I'd forget what I wanted to say and I'd start to stutter.
I remember having to read a story aloud to the rest of my class when I was nine. I read very softly because I was so self-conscious, but the teacher told me to speak up. Then I spoke so much louder that she thought I was being smart and told me off, but I was just so nervous that I was completely unaware of my voice.
At uni I chose subjects that didn't involve oral presentations. I wanted to do media studies and journalism, but I didn't think I'd be articulate enough or that my ideas were worth expressing, so I missed out on a career I would have enjoyed doing.
I've always worried about getting things wrong, and then wondering what people will think of me. My family is quite reserved and never drew attention to themselves, so I grew up that way.
I hated parties and didn't go to clubs until I was 23. But I danced with my eyes closed because I didn't want to engage with anyone. Most of the time I enjoyed my own company, listened to music and had a couple of close friends.
After leaving uni I had my first child, Fiona. During pregnancy my biggest fear wasn't that I'd not be able to cope with a child, but how I'd cope organising the parties. I knew mums and kids would come to her parties and look at me to know what was happening, and of all things during pregnancy I dreaded that most.
I didn't have a first birthday party for Fiona, but when she turned two I invited her playgroup friends and their mums to our house. The morning of the party I was nervous and short of breath.
I had palpitations, and my face ached because I was so tense. I organised food and party games, but I couldn't enjoy the day because I was so nervous and scared.
A few years ago I finally went to see a psychologist who specialises in treating social phobia, who taught me to role play situations I find stressful. She helped me rehearse what to say in a situation, and taught me to challenge all my negative thoughts, things like: "Nobody is going to be interested in what I have to say."
Now I remind myself that just because I feel a certain way, doesn't mean that's the way things actually are.
Recently I arrived at a work function and discovered that I had to meet guests as they arrived. I felt hot and flushed, a bit sick in the stomach and I had a lump in my throat, but I gradually slowed down my breathing, relaxed my muscles and took the evening step by step, and I survived.
Now I have learnt how to meet new people, and I finally feel anticipation and excitement rather than dread and fear.'
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