I Am Socially Awkward
Ok, if I am talking one on one with someone, it seems a lot less, but still there (the social awkwardness.)
It's way worse in groups of people.
I am constantly worrying about whether or not I am doing anything to upset anyone. That includes the most ridiculous fear, that whoever I am talking to, wishes I didn't even exist. This thought, I believe stems from a childhood that I had, that was full of, what someone could define as abuse. (verbal, mental, physical)
(My mother told me sometimes that If I wanted to play in the backyard, that someone would come and rape me)
I forgive my parents now, because their drug and drinking problems caused them to treat me as if I was an unimportant burden, to manipulate and use me, to neglect basic needs, (and now that they have cleaned up, and I am grown, and am supporting myself, I understand, that they were just ill)... Now, however, I still have a hard time believing that anyone could ever care about me. I recognize this problem I have, and constantly try to over come it, but it is still very very hard.
Not to mention the fact, that I feel as though I am constantly over analyzing things that others would probably find insignificant, and feel like, instead of being able to connect with others.
It is a horrible, lonely mind to live in. I wish I could simply leap over these issues, but I am really trying to get to the bottom of them, so that I can work them out. I feel like, I am a twisted garden hose, and water is life, and I need to get all the kinks out, one at a time, before I can have the water flowing freely. And I can fix everything, so that I can enjoy my life, instead of being afraid of it.
It's way worse in groups of people.
I am constantly worrying about whether or not I am doing anything to upset anyone. That includes the most ridiculous fear, that whoever I am talking to, wishes I didn't even exist. This thought, I believe stems from a childhood that I had, that was full of, what someone could define as abuse. (verbal, mental, physical)
(My mother told me sometimes that If I wanted to play in the backyard, that someone would come and rape me)
I forgive my parents now, because their drug and drinking problems caused them to treat me as if I was an unimportant burden, to manipulate and use me, to neglect basic needs, (and now that they have cleaned up, and I am grown, and am supporting myself, I understand, that they were just ill)... Now, however, I still have a hard time believing that anyone could ever care about me. I recognize this problem I have, and constantly try to over come it, but it is still very very hard.
Not to mention the fact, that I feel as though I am constantly over analyzing things that others would probably find insignificant, and feel like, instead of being able to connect with others.
It is a horrible, lonely mind to live in. I wish I could simply leap over these issues, but I am really trying to get to the bottom of them, so that I can work them out. I feel like, I am a twisted garden hose, and water is life, and I need to get all the kinks out, one at a time, before I can have the water flowing freely. And I can fix everything, so that I can enjoy my life, instead of being afraid of it.