DudBomb
Active Member
I remember unsuccessfully trying to shave my nose down when i was 7, because kids mad fun of its size . I wet the bed till I was 15 .So I wet the nap mat a lot in preschool and kindergarten. I had to bring a towel to put over it. I was picked on daily cause I was big, "shy", and wouldn't fight back. I've always taken abuse whether from peers or verbal abuse from parents, very personally. I remember at my 7th grade banquet one of the other mothers asked my mom why I was always so serious.
At about 16 I really started to have anxiety especially at school. But not as much in public places. I live 13 miles from town so I was isolated my growing up years. I dropped out of school in the beginning of the tenth grade. I couldn't take the anxiety any more. The only classes i was passing was art and science. Also I enjoyed Geometry, but it became sleepy time.
I have a few other reasons for anxiety but I dint feel comfortable discussing in an open forum just yet.
Now pretty much anywhere I go triggers my anxiety. It's like I cant take it all in and get overloaded. Being 6'5" 380 pounds doesn't help matters. Sweat rolling down my forehead and dripping from my beard like a broke faucet by the time I get to the checkout. Forgetting to grab a bag or take change. Then fast-walking out like i stole something.
Now church has me anxious. I keep finding myself staring at the preacher's wife. No particular thoughts in my head good, bad, or indifferent.
It could be worse.
At about 16 I really started to have anxiety especially at school. But not as much in public places. I live 13 miles from town so I was isolated my growing up years. I dropped out of school in the beginning of the tenth grade. I couldn't take the anxiety any more. The only classes i was passing was art and science. Also I enjoyed Geometry, but it became sleepy time.
I have a few other reasons for anxiety but I dint feel comfortable discussing in an open forum just yet.
Now pretty much anywhere I go triggers my anxiety. It's like I cant take it all in and get overloaded. Being 6'5" 380 pounds doesn't help matters. Sweat rolling down my forehead and dripping from my beard like a broke faucet by the time I get to the checkout. Forgetting to grab a bag or take change. Then fast-walking out like i stole something.
Now church has me anxious. I keep finding myself staring at the preacher's wife. No particular thoughts in my head good, bad, or indifferent.
It could be worse.