Bananas!
08-26-2015, 11:17 AM
Not really sure where to start with this one... I have a undiagnosed anxiety disorder ( have been to a few different counsellors and my GP about it.) For some reason, whenever I talk to a professional I can't help but brush off my symptoms as not that bad (as I fear being put on medication), but when I'm alone with my anxiety/obsessive thoughts, it can be unbearable...
Dealing with it on and off for years now, there are times when it recedes and I'm 'normal' but it's been ramped up to eleven over the last few months... I've just finished a very intense postgrad course and have started in a job I really like... I should be on top of the world but my anxiety is so hard to deal with it. I had to hand in a group project for my MA last week and couldn't stop obsessing over a little mistake I may have made (I mean a tiny mistake, like using one wrong word out of a 15,000 word paper). I could barely sleep over it...
So I go out with my friend to a bar/club to drink for the night, maybe make myself feel better. She reassures that my project is fine. We completely over-do it with booze and end up hammered. The result is I end up talking to a guy at the end of the night for about ten minutes. He was foreign so I get really enthusiastic telling him about all the places he should visit, etc. I get really friendly when I'm drunk (not flirty!) though I s'pose people might think I'm being flirty when it's really not my intention. I gave him a hug, and he put his hands on my hips. Being completely hammered, it takes me a minute to register this but I move away from him. He asks if he could meet up with me sometime and I say "No, I have a boyfriend" and we part ways.
Now, I have a boyfriend for nearly six years, I love him so much. But I feel unbelievably guilty about what happened with this guy. Even though we didnt so much as kiss and I had no attraction to him. I think he just got the wrong idea because of my (over)-friendliness! I told my boyfriend about the whole thing and how worried I felt, especially as my memory is not great (thank you, alcohol.) I'm 100% sure nothing more happened but it's like my mind won't let it go? The guilt is unbelievable!
Am I totally in the wrong here, or is it just my anxiety making me crazy? Any thoughts?
Dealing with it on and off for years now, there are times when it recedes and I'm 'normal' but it's been ramped up to eleven over the last few months... I've just finished a very intense postgrad course and have started in a job I really like... I should be on top of the world but my anxiety is so hard to deal with it. I had to hand in a group project for my MA last week and couldn't stop obsessing over a little mistake I may have made (I mean a tiny mistake, like using one wrong word out of a 15,000 word paper). I could barely sleep over it...
So I go out with my friend to a bar/club to drink for the night, maybe make myself feel better. She reassures that my project is fine. We completely over-do it with booze and end up hammered. The result is I end up talking to a guy at the end of the night for about ten minutes. He was foreign so I get really enthusiastic telling him about all the places he should visit, etc. I get really friendly when I'm drunk (not flirty!) though I s'pose people might think I'm being flirty when it's really not my intention. I gave him a hug, and he put his hands on my hips. Being completely hammered, it takes me a minute to register this but I move away from him. He asks if he could meet up with me sometime and I say "No, I have a boyfriend" and we part ways.
Now, I have a boyfriend for nearly six years, I love him so much. But I feel unbelievably guilty about what happened with this guy. Even though we didnt so much as kiss and I had no attraction to him. I think he just got the wrong idea because of my (over)-friendliness! I told my boyfriend about the whole thing and how worried I felt, especially as my memory is not great (thank you, alcohol.) I'm 100% sure nothing more happened but it's like my mind won't let it go? The guilt is unbelievable!
Am I totally in the wrong here, or is it just my anxiety making me crazy? Any thoughts?