Social Anxiety Disorder

Same here..It seems everyone whos even around dosnt like me just because I act like imk nervous. I sense that I give off a bad and rude vibe to people whenever im around them...I actually cant hold a conversation in person anymore because I get so neervous

Hi there! Talk to your dr, their are a lot of good meds and professionals to talk to now adays and a lot of good groups that you can get into. Remember, you are not alone on this. The sooner you start treatment on this the better off you will be.
Good luck!
Let us know what happens!
Sincerely,
sandy

Do you have a big family? Do you have a friend that you do not behave nervious with? Wow the memories! I am previously an extremely shy nervy nelly. I am a girl who's nerviousness kept them in the house, in my room (mom called it, "the hole in the wall"), all by myself, I wanted nothing to do with people outside my world, would never ever introduce myself to a stranger. Parties? Even family gatherings were hard to go to, because their were strangers there (you know, cousin so and so brought his girlfriend). My brother was the all-american jock, football and girls all over him and my house (little world). Most of his friends thought I was a boy with long hair, for years! Lol I was the early morning paperboy, so I could earn money and never actually see a stranger. Strange was they all knew my name was diana and thought I was an actual boy because I could carry a 50 pound bundle of papers. Okay to my point of all this personal info. Now you know me.

I met this person while delivering papers one day. Yes met someone, usually when a person would introduce themselves I was nice enough to just talk to them (even though I wanted to run home and hide). Of corse I expected the conversation to end, he'd go away and that would be it. Strange but he came back to meet me at the same place the next day and the next. One person was nice to me (my brother denied my existance) and change began to happen. Funniest thing was, I would see him on my way to school, alone. He was always alone, like me. In front of other people we would never talk, only when we were alone. He was like me, affraid of other people, a social outcast.

The change happened when I (yes me), went to him (sweaty, shaking, beat red), in public and said "hi". He was like me remember (sweaty, shaking, beat red), he smiled said "hi" and we grew into better outcomings. I guess it's more of are you ready? When you want to come out you will. And sometimes it takes that special someone to just say "hi" to, even if it's a girl.

Hearing your stories brings back alot of memories, some good and some I try to forget, the first and foremost thing to remember about this problem is that a very large population of people have this problem, you might not always notice it, it can show its self in different forms then the problems you have, from meeting several people with general shyness I think I have abit of a nack for noticing it in others. I don't know if you guys feel the same way as I did but I used to think I was the only person on the planet with this problem. Here is a link to another post someone had with the same topic, I left abit more detail there... So check it out http://ehealthfor um.Com/health/topic34673.Html

I just recently found out about this procedure that stops sweaty palms. However, when I sleep I don't usually sweat. Its anxiety, just like you have described and because im nervous around a group of new people it just gets worse. So some days I sit in my office and my fingers drip, and it has something to do with lack of sleep, food, and state of mind. I can dry up my hands by thinking to myself, "im on top of my game and im in control of my life." when you stop caring about what other people think and concentrate on things that need to be done, the anxiety starts to disappear and the hands dry naturally. So i've thought about hypnotherapy and counseling, but a good friend of mine suggested that I get out there. What he meant was I needed to meet people constantly and engage them with conversation. While doing this I need to understand that no matter what I say to them, not everyone of them will like me or what I have to say and that has to be fine with me. I think i've developed this syndrome because i've always wanted people to like me and I never hated anyone because they were mean to me. I simply told myself that they were mean to me because they were the messed up ones. This whole time I was setting myself up for anxiety. Now its my turn to fight back, one dry hand at a time.

I dont get sweaty palms, but about the hypnotheropy no!!!!!! It is a "waste of money", I went to one of the best hypnotherapists in the country and it dosnt work. All I got was a big bill of 450.00 to make my credit bad. Why the hell should I pay for something that didnt help at all. Its stupid

I think you need to read the book a purpose driven life. I think that will help. I was just like you but I got lucendia basset fighting stress and axiety and have had no problems since I am cured with out meds.

Someone here said it right. A lot of anxiety of being out there and meeting new people crowd or not, is whether or not they are going to like you. You have to think differently, change it to think, "not if they like me, but I hope I like them." it's just as simple as shaking your shoulders, stretching the neck, wipe your hands, and say "hi, my name is....".

Don't get me wrong, I still get a little anxious when going to a party, and do the stretching thing before you enter not when your face to face. And I always have a hanky in my pocket or perse, because sometimes it becomes a visible sweat on the brow or upper lip, when I have to pull out the handkerchief, I say something like, "gee is it warm in here or is it me?" 9 out of 10 people will agree with you because they're nervious too. Some people sweat and some people just say really stupid stuff, or stutter when they don't normally.

My mother-in-law gets the sweaty lip baaaaad. Yuk! She also gets a red nose. Walks in with kerchief in hand, and says "it's my allergies, todays been pritty bad." talk about a cover story thats worked for years, she's 74. Once she gets comfortable with the people in the room the kercheif goes away in her pocket but is ready when she needs it.

So I consider it normal. Not normal is being a hermit like I was. It's still hard to get out sometimes, but I force myself to do it, because I could end up sitting here everyday on my pc.