Once I was trying to make an appointment with a doctor who didn’t answer the phone, so I left a message. My partner, who was listening, chuckled when I hung up and pointed out that I hadn’t left a call back number. I immediately burst into tears. He had to hold me for…
isn’t it cool how some phobias are unquestioned and considered “normal”, like fear of heights or spiders, but mention that you have social anxiety or a fear of driving and people immediately jump to “why? what’s so scary about that? that makes no sense??????” and by it’s cool i mean it’s really fucked up because all phobias are irrational it doesn’t need an explaination that’s what makes it a pHOBIA
•go to the bathroom to escape
•feel very uncomfortable without a phone or some other crutch
•dwell on a small awkward moment for much longer than necessary
•never go to any social event without a person that makes you feel comfortable
•follow said person way too much
•worry about the person beginning to find you obnoxious
•faking an illness to get out of a social event
•Dont buy something necessary because the cashier is intimidating.
We want to make sure everyone feels comfortable enough to attend a convention and that mental health issues and anxiety are addressed positively, especially since convention are such great opportunities for geeks! That’s why we put together the Official…
There needs to be a code word or something that means “my brain is fighting me every step of the way today and I feel like I’m going to vibrate out of my skin, so I need you to forgive everything and go slowly and speak softly and lower your expectations.” And then we could all just be like, “I know I said we could go to a movie tonight but… tangerines.” And the other person would nod and squeeze your elbow or rub your head and you wouldn’t feel like a failure.
If you are in a shell…
The amazing Harry Shum, Jr. choreographed this piece to the voice over.
Oh man, I just watched this and I am a mess. This is amazing.
— Ami Desu (via monkeyknifefight)
Anxiety is a vicious, terrible beast and I deeply wish that we could banish it to the deepest, darkest little crevice. No, that’s not right for a couple of reasons. One: it’s mean, and two: it would cause it to multiply or grow exponentially or however it reproduces. So maybe we can send anxiety out for ice cream, like, really, reeeeaaally good ice cream. I’m talking Blue Bell, or, hey, why not gelato instead? Then maybe we could all get on with our lives.