This is all insanely new to me. I'm 18, I live in Canada, I graduated from high school on June. People call me Bent. I'm sorry this is so long, but I'm just very grateful to come across this site. I haven't had anyone to talk to about this.
I quit the job I had as a cashier in June. I was planning on taking the summer off then finding a new (and better) job in the fall. well, here it is into October and I still don't have a job. People keep calling me lazy. I *want* a job, I really do. I've been searching for one that suits me, which is one where I don't have to deal with people. The thing is, I can't leave my house by myself. The farthest I can go is a few houses down to the mailbox. If I go any further than that, I automatically freak out. I feel like everyone is staring at me (if there's no one around then I feel like someone's staring out their window), I feel like I'm doing something stupid or wrong. So I can't take the bus to the mall to hand out resumes by myself. The very thought is mortifying. I was trying to figure out what's wrong with me. I always despised presentations in school, I'd do anything to get out of them. I hate meeting new people. It scares the crap out of me. I feel like there's a pounding in my head, and I can't think straight.
I don't think it was even a week ago, I was on the internet, and I came across a site on Social Anxiety Disorder. I'd never heard of it before. I couldn't believe what I read. It was describing my perfectly. To tell you the truth, I cried. I went searching through pages and pages of information about this disorder and cried my eyes out. Maybe because I was afraid something was wrong with me, or maybe because I was relived that what might be wrong with me is fixable. I finally saw something I could identify with. I'm not lazy or stupid or a crazy paranoid person, there might be something I can fix.
Well, that night I worked up the courage to tell my mum what I found out. It didn't go very well... I found out that she was not only familiar with the disorder, she said she has problems with it too, and pretty much dismissed me. At least that's what it felt like. I was still feeling drained from crying for hours earlier, and that just snapped me in half. My sister found me in my room a little later sobbing my eyes out. She wouldn't leave me be until I told her what was wrong. She tried to talk to me a little, and gave me her Psychology textbook to read what it said about anxiety, and specifically social anxiety disorder. I think her idea was to prove to me there was nothing wrong, but all it did was describe everything I was feeling, down to a T.
Whew. Now then. I want help. I don't want to feel like this anymore. I love nature. I want to be able to go for walk again by myself in the park, I don't want to have to depend on other people to take me everywhere. I want to be able to get a job, to live. How do I bring it up with my doctor? And I don't really want to go on drugs, I'd like to get into therapy, but I just don't know how to bring it up. I'm afraid the doctor will dismiss it, tell me I'm being silly, and I'll just embarrass myself. How do I do it?