Xevrex
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So that last helplife2.net thread I made about my feelings being gone were a result of being too tired, yeah. I got sleep. That ****ed me up again.
At the beginning of this school year I intimidated myself into being socially awkward. I had been so successful with my social interactions the previous year (I never was before 10th grade) that I ****ed up because I set such a high standard for myself and let the social anxiety overwhelm me.
When I lost sleep, I also became more comfortable socially, and I thought it was because I was adjusting to the people I was around and everything. I just didn't care anymore about what people thought about me and how I acted toward them, so I ended up being funnier and having all of the social success I pined for at the beginning of the year. I was still ****ed-up emotionally and got no happiness from this success, and it troubled me.
I stopped having to think about what I was going to say and how I was going to say it. The old "me" I always yearned for came back and I stopped needing to constantly adjust how I type/how I speak because I never had to think about that shit. I just didn't care.
Now that I do care, however, I think about it all again. And it screws me up. I feel like I'm becoming just as awkward and uncomfortable as I was before, and I feel like it's irreversible. The only way to regain my comfortability is to starve myself of sleep again and feel nothing; but then I wouldn't have fun. I'm in lose-lose situation here.
Two weeks ago I started feeling "better" from my depression/sleep deprivation. I went to a psychiatrist to consider medication if I didn't have time with my rough schedule to improve things naturally; I wanted the medication as sort of a natural "push" to help me regain control of things again. While in the office, I told this psychiatrist all that had led up to this, and her "conclusion" was that I had asperger's. Bull ****ing shit. My regular therapist and I later went through the DSM-IV and checked the symptoms; I showed none and the only thing that seemed to fit my condition was social anxiety. Mild social anxiety. But that damn psychiatrist, that faulty diagnosis ****ed with my head and I started to doubt my ability to interact socially, and it all went downhill from there. After leaving her office was really when all of the above (above this paragraph) started to change, the alleviation of sleep deprivation was only concurrent with this entire situation, but I'm sure it has some factor in it.
tl;dr I was depressed and comfortable socially, but had no fun. I go to psych, she misdiagnoses me with aspergers, I worry and start picking apart social interactions again because I care and I'm paranoid and anxious. I keep having fluctuations in my personality and I can't keep somewhat consistent for a day or two, and I'm more awkward than ever. Your thoughts, helplife2.net?
At the beginning of this school year I intimidated myself into being socially awkward. I had been so successful with my social interactions the previous year (I never was before 10th grade) that I ****ed up because I set such a high standard for myself and let the social anxiety overwhelm me.
When I lost sleep, I also became more comfortable socially, and I thought it was because I was adjusting to the people I was around and everything. I just didn't care anymore about what people thought about me and how I acted toward them, so I ended up being funnier and having all of the social success I pined for at the beginning of the year. I was still ****ed-up emotionally and got no happiness from this success, and it troubled me.
I stopped having to think about what I was going to say and how I was going to say it. The old "me" I always yearned for came back and I stopped needing to constantly adjust how I type/how I speak because I never had to think about that shit. I just didn't care.
Now that I do care, however, I think about it all again. And it screws me up. I feel like I'm becoming just as awkward and uncomfortable as I was before, and I feel like it's irreversible. The only way to regain my comfortability is to starve myself of sleep again and feel nothing; but then I wouldn't have fun. I'm in lose-lose situation here.
Two weeks ago I started feeling "better" from my depression/sleep deprivation. I went to a psychiatrist to consider medication if I didn't have time with my rough schedule to improve things naturally; I wanted the medication as sort of a natural "push" to help me regain control of things again. While in the office, I told this psychiatrist all that had led up to this, and her "conclusion" was that I had asperger's. Bull ****ing shit. My regular therapist and I later went through the DSM-IV and checked the symptoms; I showed none and the only thing that seemed to fit my condition was social anxiety. Mild social anxiety. But that damn psychiatrist, that faulty diagnosis ****ed with my head and I started to doubt my ability to interact socially, and it all went downhill from there. After leaving her office was really when all of the above (above this paragraph) started to change, the alleviation of sleep deprivation was only concurrent with this entire situation, but I'm sure it has some factor in it.
tl;dr I was depressed and comfortable socially, but had no fun. I go to psych, she misdiagnoses me with aspergers, I worry and start picking apart social interactions again because I care and I'm paranoid and anxious. I keep having fluctuations in my personality and I can't keep somewhat consistent for a day or two, and I'm more awkward than ever. Your thoughts, helplife2.net?