tooscaredtodrive88
07-15-2015, 08:16 AM
Hello all,
This is my first time participating in a forum, so I have lots on my mind, but I'll try to keep it quaint.
I'm in my early 30s, highly-conscientious, highly-visual, with a futurist/foresight-based mindset that fuels my catastrophic thinking > analysis paralysis > panic! More often than not, I'm usually right about bad-outcomes (non-arrogantly), as well as good-outcomes, and it sucks.
I've had some epiphanies recently, and deeply-regret that I did not have this new tool-set sooner. A lot of it is tied to the concept of "perceived value" and power-balance. My conscientiousness and demeanor have always been deeply rooted in my spirituality, so I have over-extended myself without even realizing -- "saying yes" to the wrong things, "being the therapist", "holding-out" and overworking myself in bad-relationships, being the most fearless in high-stress situations. To me, these were just the right things to do. I wasn't consciously taking on these issues for points or praise. I'm proud to admit (and in some ways, naive and ashamed) that I've never viewed myself or others as products. Or, that others could possibly view me and each other in this way. As I retrace the genesis of my first panic-attack, I wish I could do it all over. My first-job, evil boss. Panic. My first-roommate out of college, heavier-drinker than I realized. Panic. Lost-weight, felt confident, but still the same person. Lost-friends in the happiest time of my life. PANIC! And, now this. Still.
What could I have done better? How could I have been more assertive? I couldn't. I did not realize my value. I felt indebted to my first-job, like I should be so lucky to have it, and not the other way around. I felt indebted to 'my cool' friend who everyone adored, but was a mean and creepy person in secret. The hanger-on to a bait-and-switch boyfriend. I should've been so lucky. Or, more recently, a friend who feigned a year-long art collaboration with me in exchange for constant-companionship posed as friendship (gossip under the guise of false-intimacy, everything at the-center-of-her-world). Dropping the ball, flaking out. I thought, "I'll let it slide for the spirit of the project, a good collaboration mean always trying to make the other person look better". A whole year of sincerity, siphoned out in slow-drags over time. I saw it coming, but blamed it on my OCD. What is my life? PANIC!
And the most forthcoming. A friend had extra-tickets to go to a concert and wanted me to go instead of baby-sitting as a favor like we planned. I overheard her explain to her brother "well, if she goes then I don't have to owe her anything". They're whole lives are built around "who owes who", "quid-pro-quo". She didn't really want my company, she just wanted to make sure "we were even". Now my inherent altruism is tied-in to my OCD, "I hope that by doing this nice thing for someone, it's not viewed as a hidden-request for something in return". Never used to think like that. I went to the concert anyway, but I felt slimy afterwards. I see these patterns played out in everything now and its super depressing. Especially with texting. Fake-plans texts, canceled fake plans. Dating and text-courtship. My life has improved immensely since giving up that black-hole. No more built-in power imbalance.
What I'm working on now: Making an inventory of what makes me valuable, at-length and so genuine that I feel it in my bones, without guilt, fear, or uncertainty, whenever I tell the world 'no.'
Other future topic-starters I relate to: Managing your OCD when your current roommate is obsessed with conspiracy theories, finding an affordable fear of driving program, being the black-sheep of the family, art about anxiety...
I am new to a format like this, but am excited to connect with others who can relate, and also use music and art as a release to cope. Thanks for listening, nice to meet you!
This is my first time participating in a forum, so I have lots on my mind, but I'll try to keep it quaint.
I'm in my early 30s, highly-conscientious, highly-visual, with a futurist/foresight-based mindset that fuels my catastrophic thinking > analysis paralysis > panic! More often than not, I'm usually right about bad-outcomes (non-arrogantly), as well as good-outcomes, and it sucks.
I've had some epiphanies recently, and deeply-regret that I did not have this new tool-set sooner. A lot of it is tied to the concept of "perceived value" and power-balance. My conscientiousness and demeanor have always been deeply rooted in my spirituality, so I have over-extended myself without even realizing -- "saying yes" to the wrong things, "being the therapist", "holding-out" and overworking myself in bad-relationships, being the most fearless in high-stress situations. To me, these were just the right things to do. I wasn't consciously taking on these issues for points or praise. I'm proud to admit (and in some ways, naive and ashamed) that I've never viewed myself or others as products. Or, that others could possibly view me and each other in this way. As I retrace the genesis of my first panic-attack, I wish I could do it all over. My first-job, evil boss. Panic. My first-roommate out of college, heavier-drinker than I realized. Panic. Lost-weight, felt confident, but still the same person. Lost-friends in the happiest time of my life. PANIC! And, now this. Still.
What could I have done better? How could I have been more assertive? I couldn't. I did not realize my value. I felt indebted to my first-job, like I should be so lucky to have it, and not the other way around. I felt indebted to 'my cool' friend who everyone adored, but was a mean and creepy person in secret. The hanger-on to a bait-and-switch boyfriend. I should've been so lucky. Or, more recently, a friend who feigned a year-long art collaboration with me in exchange for constant-companionship posed as friendship (gossip under the guise of false-intimacy, everything at the-center-of-her-world). Dropping the ball, flaking out. I thought, "I'll let it slide for the spirit of the project, a good collaboration mean always trying to make the other person look better". A whole year of sincerity, siphoned out in slow-drags over time. I saw it coming, but blamed it on my OCD. What is my life? PANIC!
And the most forthcoming. A friend had extra-tickets to go to a concert and wanted me to go instead of baby-sitting as a favor like we planned. I overheard her explain to her brother "well, if she goes then I don't have to owe her anything". They're whole lives are built around "who owes who", "quid-pro-quo". She didn't really want my company, she just wanted to make sure "we were even". Now my inherent altruism is tied-in to my OCD, "I hope that by doing this nice thing for someone, it's not viewed as a hidden-request for something in return". Never used to think like that. I went to the concert anyway, but I felt slimy afterwards. I see these patterns played out in everything now and its super depressing. Especially with texting. Fake-plans texts, canceled fake plans. Dating and text-courtship. My life has improved immensely since giving up that black-hole. No more built-in power imbalance.
What I'm working on now: Making an inventory of what makes me valuable, at-length and so genuine that I feel it in my bones, without guilt, fear, or uncertainty, whenever I tell the world 'no.'
Other future topic-starters I relate to: Managing your OCD when your current roommate is obsessed with conspiracy theories, finding an affordable fear of driving program, being the black-sheep of the family, art about anxiety...
I am new to a format like this, but am excited to connect with others who can relate, and also use music and art as a release to cope. Thanks for listening, nice to meet you!