I have come to realize recently that my struggles with mental health are always going to be there. I can’t magically make my depression, anxiety, and PTSD disappear. I can’t magically change my brain into a neurotypical one.
One of the side effects of having a regular column is revealing things about yourself little by little, until you stop noticing how much personal stuff you’re actually telling perfect strangers. To pre-empt a slow and boring process, let me just tell you everything there is to know right now, and be done with it.
When I took a course in grantwriting last year, we were told that the key to raising money for any cause is the ability to sell your cause to others quickly and efficiently. We’ve all heard about the elevator speech in which you spit everything out in three minutes or less.
When I tell someone I have social anxiety, the response is generally somewhere in between an eye roll and, “Yeah, sometimes I just want to stay home, too.” But it’s more than getting overwhelmed by crowds or not wanting to be around people. It’s a very real anxiety disorder (it’s in the DSM, even!) that often […]
I, like many other people, have some social anxiety. Here’s the thing: I know I’m awesome. But I’m worried that other people won’t see how awesome I am, and also that I’ll say something dumb/offensive/super-nerdy before everyone has had too much to drink. (I have actually had someone say, “Oh, I forgot how smart you […]
“Drinking Problem”: is that phrase not the understatement of the century? It’s such a polite way of saying, “This woman is a hot mess after one glass of wine, so just wait till you see her after the sixth!”
Social anxiety is not just being shy; social anxiety is not just being awkward. Shy people will still go to that party; they will still go out and try to have fun. Social anxiety is isolating yourself even though you want to go out and “have fun.”