10-22-2005, 10:55 PM
Hi, I am new to the forum.
Don't really know if this is the place for me or not at this stage. Basically I have (or think I have) a lot more problems dealing with people than most people of my age. Whether this is due to a condition such as AS or not or a personality disorder or I'm just an eccentric or not very nice person I do not know. Whatever the reality I feel there is something wrong, something lacking. Where do I start? Well, I'm 26 of average intelligence (been to uni and have a reasonable job). Up until then and from senior school I've encountered problems on a regular basis. When I joined senior school at the age of 12 things took a downturn.
I’d always been unconfident and a little shy, more so towards those I didn’t know or felt didn’t like me or didn’t accept me, but even so I had friends (not as many as others and not as many as I’d like). I communicated okay with those I felt comfortable with but not with those that I didn’t – this is still the case in many resepects today. I wanted to be part of the in crowd but as I was (I think) perceived as a bit geeky then this seemed to hold me back and as an ethnic minority I was often singled out for teasing, whether in jest or kids being downright nasty then I was often on edge thinking I was going to be teased. I was a very self aware, paranoid child, easily upset and nervous. This made me act up a lot of the time to put on a front, often my behaviour would seem a bit weird to others. This would result in people laughing at me – giving me attention (something I didn’t have for any other reason). This spurred me on. By nature I was shy and sensitive but this new found role as clown had a totally different effect. Although feeling nervous doing these daft things (such as acting like a dog or making stupid noises) I continued. I yearned for acceptance with my peers but deep down I felt I didn’t fit in.
Joining secondary school was overwhelming. As a first year it was exciting being there and again I yearned for acceptance. It was such a big place with so many ‘cool’ people or so I thought. I was feeling really on edge right from the start. I remember when I was about 12 it was a school assembly and I was expected to read to the hall. I just couldn’t do it, I remember bursting out into fits of laughter, obviously nervous laughter and being told to sit down. It was terrifying and a was shaking. Laughing I guess was my way of coping with it. As time went on into the first year I realised I didn’t fit in. looking back the reasons were because I was; shy, overly sensitive, geeky, an ethnic minority girl – easily the butt of jokes. I wanted to be the same as everyone else and I guess I was deep down and I wanted to have loads of friends/ boyfriends and all the normal teenage things. I perceived the friends that I did have as ‘rejects’ and only hung around with them as no other group wanted me – callous I know. It’s not that I didn’t like them. They were like me, socially inadequate.
As time progressed I realised that I would never be like the others. The majority of other kids either ignored me totally or took the piss with some racist comment or joke about my unusual name. I became more and more anxious – I remember people commenting that my hands were shaking in class that’s how nervous I was. Looking back I definitely would have been clinically diagnosed with something, probably some kind of anxiety disorder. The stupid behaviour continued and actually got worse. People probably thought I was mad. I guess I was an attention seeker in a strange sort of way. It had the effect making me a bigger butt of jokes and made others totally ignore me. The benefit I got was the 30 seconds or whatever of people laughing at me, looking at me liking me. Deep down feeling uncomfortable about what I was doing, I still continued.
Around the age of 14/15 I became totally withdrawn, even more anxious and very tearful most days. I forgot to say, whilst this was all going on I developed what would be termed an obsession for a pop band. I think ii was about 14 when it started, just as a crush/ normal interest. As I became more withdrawn it became an outlet for me, something/someone that was mine that I put more and more attention and time into. During the particulary bad stage of my anxiety 14, 15 and 16 it was the only thing I was interested in. This made people deem me as even more odd. By this stage I didn’t care, things couldn’t get much worse. I missed out during these few years on all the normal teenage things.
Around the age of 16 – 17 I began to snap out of it a little. I moved schools to continue with my A levels. It was better because the people that made fun of me weren’t there, it was a completely different atmosphere – more mature and nowhere near as hostile and so I felt slighlty less anxious. I did get to go out with others on occasion, to pubs and once to a nightclub. My complete lack of social skills were very evident and it was obvious I wasn’t enjoying it. Well I cant attribute it to this completely as it was anxiety driven. I could engage in social interaction with people older and younger than me to a reasonable level and felt most comfortable with non-peers.
I did manage to make a few good friends around the age of 17 and I still have these today. They viewed me as socially awkward a lot of the time, they used to laugh at me and comment on my behaviour (often stupid ramblings about a load of rubbish when I didn’t know what to say around others because I felt uncomfortable a lot of the time). Prior to this at school I did have people I ‘hung around with’ but as my problems worsened they began to distance themselves from me. I still sat with them at lunch times but contributed very little to their conversations.
University was the next stage. My anxiety improved quite a bit in a short space of time but it still remained in the background, making me come across as shy, boring most of the time. Deep down I was another person (I am), yearning for fun and exitement and to be accepted. The silly behaviour remained in a watered down nature. I’d do things for attention, and when I realised I was attractive to the opposite sex I became a bit of a *** and started getting off with blokes for attention. I’ve always craved attention and this was one surefire way of getting it. The behaviour ranged from being shy and generally pleasant to people in my class but when the opportunity arose in a seminar or wherever to voice an opinion I did – whether it was mine or not, I wanted the attention.
The situation now – well it’s quite different. The anxiety and uncomfortableness comes and goes depending on the situation and the person. If I’m in a non-hostile situation I am fine although I cant guarantee that a stupid comment wont come out.
There are quite a few people that I’d say do actually like me and equally just as many that don’t – these are the people I’m anxioous around. With some new people and groups of people I feel uncomfortable. It’s difficult to explain. I can sense a hostile group or person a mile off. Also, its mainly women that have this effect on me.
My voice clams up and I listen to the way I sound making me speak unclearly. Its totally different when im confident I sound it. It’s when I think I’m not liked or being judged the problems start. I cant seem to overcome it. My job is quite customer focused and I’m fine with them. It’s in certain social situations I sense the hostility.
My life experiences so far have turned me into what most would describe as a social snob. I’m accutely aware of the fact that I’m from a working class background and my accent reflects that – a lot of people I know are middle class. I guess I perceive the state school I went to as the cause of me being a nervous wreck that ruined a crucial part of my life. For others they would not have been so badly affected by the mindless comments of stupid kids. For an emotionally week person like me it was sheer hell. I’m not saying the grass would have been greener on the other side but it was the crassness and insensitivity of these people – not even aware of the effect it was all having on me that caused my problem to spiral out of control. I am now very socially conscious and have a view on just about everything.
Sorry this is a long drawn out post, I would just like some feedback on what you think I should do. I still occasionally get a comment from someone that thinks my behaviour is eccentric (recently when I told a friend about the eveing course I did – the subject didn’t meet her approval she said ‘you’re mad doing that’ and also when I brought up the nickname I use for another friend and she didn’t get the joke)
I find it really hard not to get upset/ wound up when I think people are getting at me. Im really defensive and overanalyse myself. I’m paranoid in the sense that I know when someone is being funny with me and I go out of my way to totally ignore them.
Don't really know if this is the place for me or not at this stage. Basically I have (or think I have) a lot more problems dealing with people than most people of my age. Whether this is due to a condition such as AS or not or a personality disorder or I'm just an eccentric or not very nice person I do not know. Whatever the reality I feel there is something wrong, something lacking. Where do I start? Well, I'm 26 of average intelligence (been to uni and have a reasonable job). Up until then and from senior school I've encountered problems on a regular basis. When I joined senior school at the age of 12 things took a downturn.
I’d always been unconfident and a little shy, more so towards those I didn’t know or felt didn’t like me or didn’t accept me, but even so I had friends (not as many as others and not as many as I’d like). I communicated okay with those I felt comfortable with but not with those that I didn’t – this is still the case in many resepects today. I wanted to be part of the in crowd but as I was (I think) perceived as a bit geeky then this seemed to hold me back and as an ethnic minority I was often singled out for teasing, whether in jest or kids being downright nasty then I was often on edge thinking I was going to be teased. I was a very self aware, paranoid child, easily upset and nervous. This made me act up a lot of the time to put on a front, often my behaviour would seem a bit weird to others. This would result in people laughing at me – giving me attention (something I didn’t have for any other reason). This spurred me on. By nature I was shy and sensitive but this new found role as clown had a totally different effect. Although feeling nervous doing these daft things (such as acting like a dog or making stupid noises) I continued. I yearned for acceptance with my peers but deep down I felt I didn’t fit in.
Joining secondary school was overwhelming. As a first year it was exciting being there and again I yearned for acceptance. It was such a big place with so many ‘cool’ people or so I thought. I was feeling really on edge right from the start. I remember when I was about 12 it was a school assembly and I was expected to read to the hall. I just couldn’t do it, I remember bursting out into fits of laughter, obviously nervous laughter and being told to sit down. It was terrifying and a was shaking. Laughing I guess was my way of coping with it. As time went on into the first year I realised I didn’t fit in. looking back the reasons were because I was; shy, overly sensitive, geeky, an ethnic minority girl – easily the butt of jokes. I wanted to be the same as everyone else and I guess I was deep down and I wanted to have loads of friends/ boyfriends and all the normal teenage things. I perceived the friends that I did have as ‘rejects’ and only hung around with them as no other group wanted me – callous I know. It’s not that I didn’t like them. They were like me, socially inadequate.
As time progressed I realised that I would never be like the others. The majority of other kids either ignored me totally or took the piss with some racist comment or joke about my unusual name. I became more and more anxious – I remember people commenting that my hands were shaking in class that’s how nervous I was. Looking back I definitely would have been clinically diagnosed with something, probably some kind of anxiety disorder. The stupid behaviour continued and actually got worse. People probably thought I was mad. I guess I was an attention seeker in a strange sort of way. It had the effect making me a bigger butt of jokes and made others totally ignore me. The benefit I got was the 30 seconds or whatever of people laughing at me, looking at me liking me. Deep down feeling uncomfortable about what I was doing, I still continued.
Around the age of 14/15 I became totally withdrawn, even more anxious and very tearful most days. I forgot to say, whilst this was all going on I developed what would be termed an obsession for a pop band. I think ii was about 14 when it started, just as a crush/ normal interest. As I became more withdrawn it became an outlet for me, something/someone that was mine that I put more and more attention and time into. During the particulary bad stage of my anxiety 14, 15 and 16 it was the only thing I was interested in. This made people deem me as even more odd. By this stage I didn’t care, things couldn’t get much worse. I missed out during these few years on all the normal teenage things.
Around the age of 16 – 17 I began to snap out of it a little. I moved schools to continue with my A levels. It was better because the people that made fun of me weren’t there, it was a completely different atmosphere – more mature and nowhere near as hostile and so I felt slighlty less anxious. I did get to go out with others on occasion, to pubs and once to a nightclub. My complete lack of social skills were very evident and it was obvious I wasn’t enjoying it. Well I cant attribute it to this completely as it was anxiety driven. I could engage in social interaction with people older and younger than me to a reasonable level and felt most comfortable with non-peers.
I did manage to make a few good friends around the age of 17 and I still have these today. They viewed me as socially awkward a lot of the time, they used to laugh at me and comment on my behaviour (often stupid ramblings about a load of rubbish when I didn’t know what to say around others because I felt uncomfortable a lot of the time). Prior to this at school I did have people I ‘hung around with’ but as my problems worsened they began to distance themselves from me. I still sat with them at lunch times but contributed very little to their conversations.
University was the next stage. My anxiety improved quite a bit in a short space of time but it still remained in the background, making me come across as shy, boring most of the time. Deep down I was another person (I am), yearning for fun and exitement and to be accepted. The silly behaviour remained in a watered down nature. I’d do things for attention, and when I realised I was attractive to the opposite sex I became a bit of a *** and started getting off with blokes for attention. I’ve always craved attention and this was one surefire way of getting it. The behaviour ranged from being shy and generally pleasant to people in my class but when the opportunity arose in a seminar or wherever to voice an opinion I did – whether it was mine or not, I wanted the attention.
The situation now – well it’s quite different. The anxiety and uncomfortableness comes and goes depending on the situation and the person. If I’m in a non-hostile situation I am fine although I cant guarantee that a stupid comment wont come out.
There are quite a few people that I’d say do actually like me and equally just as many that don’t – these are the people I’m anxioous around. With some new people and groups of people I feel uncomfortable. It’s difficult to explain. I can sense a hostile group or person a mile off. Also, its mainly women that have this effect on me.
My voice clams up and I listen to the way I sound making me speak unclearly. Its totally different when im confident I sound it. It’s when I think I’m not liked or being judged the problems start. I cant seem to overcome it. My job is quite customer focused and I’m fine with them. It’s in certain social situations I sense the hostility.
My life experiences so far have turned me into what most would describe as a social snob. I’m accutely aware of the fact that I’m from a working class background and my accent reflects that – a lot of people I know are middle class. I guess I perceive the state school I went to as the cause of me being a nervous wreck that ruined a crucial part of my life. For others they would not have been so badly affected by the mindless comments of stupid kids. For an emotionally week person like me it was sheer hell. I’m not saying the grass would have been greener on the other side but it was the crassness and insensitivity of these people – not even aware of the effect it was all having on me that caused my problem to spiral out of control. I am now very socially conscious and have a view on just about everything.
Sorry this is a long drawn out post, I would just like some feedback on what you think I should do. I still occasionally get a comment from someone that thinks my behaviour is eccentric (recently when I told a friend about the eveing course I did – the subject didn’t meet her approval she said ‘you’re mad doing that’ and also when I brought up the nickname I use for another friend and she didn’t get the joke)
I find it really hard not to get upset/ wound up when I think people are getting at me. Im really defensive and overanalyse myself. I’m paranoid in the sense that I know when someone is being funny with me and I go out of my way to totally ignore them.
