Okay, I think I've figured out why I'm so terrible at this whole journal thing; I'm still extremely uncomfortable with talking about myself and things going on in my life. Maybe I was always this way, but I feel so much more guarded now. Somewhere in the past few years I simply stopped talking about things, and it's as if I have to re-teach myself
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It was the worst experience of my life, and I never want to see it happen to anyone else.
Scary as it sounds, you HAVE to take charge and push through it, or you could end up never leaving the house at all. I won't go into details so publicly, but things were so bad, I had to have my mom force me out and into a car to drive over a 100 miles to get out of that situation. It was bad.
If you need help, I can help, and counselors are good too. Just let me know what you need *hugs*
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He does have social anxiety and was taking some medicine for it for some time.
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Even if I don't go on medication (I'm already on so many things and I don't know if any kind of anxiety medication would mix with everything), just talking with someone and finding some ways to cope might be what I need.
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THe meds did improve the situation, from what I could see. I think that while on them, he also acquired some more social skills, because it was easier to do so, and they stuck with him, which is certainly beneficial. He does have very interesting conversations with our other classmates, something I haven't really seen him do since we first became friends.
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