From an early age I was scared of new\u00a0 people. I have multiple stories of embarrassing occurrences because of this. I want to share them with you, and also show you how I have changed over the years.<\/p>\n
Embarrassing Situation #1<\/p>\n
It was the night we were to take my brother to karate. I brought my coloring books, and my brother brought his karate clothes. At the time, my brother was trying to convince me to join karate. I always made up the excuse that I was mean enough to protect myself. I was only around 7.<\/p>\n
So I sat outside the dojo with my coloring books. I even acquired a new friend who colored with me. Until, the urge to use the restroom came (oh no).<\/p>\n
You would think that I would just go in there and ask my dad to take me. In fact, I did walk in there, but I got really scared. Scared of what? The sensei, because he frightened me for no real reason.<\/p>\n
I headed back outside, and was in distress. My coloring books could not keep my mind off of my bladder. So then, the sidewalk turned into liquid.<\/p>\n
I lost my new friend that day (which is understandable). I was mortified, and my dad wondered why I didn’t ask him. It seemed simple to him, but I was extremely shy.<\/p>\n
Embarrassing (just sad actually) Situation #2<\/p>\n
In 3rd grade I went to a private school. I grew up with the people around me, and became close to them. It was a church-school, so I went to church there. It was like my safe place. Until we went to another church.<\/p>\n
It’s sad really, because I was in 8th grade back then (which wasn’t long ago). I was so awkward when I went to this new church. I despised going to their youth group. Why? Because everyone had their cliques, and I was over there being friends with the teacher. Now that’s pretty sad.<\/p>\n
You could argue that I was more mature than my peers, and I preferred more intelligent conversations. That’s not the case though. I wanted to make friends, but I never did. I always made things uncomfortable.<\/p>\n
Sad Situation #3<\/p>\n
Yeah, I cannot call this embarrassing anymore because it is just sad…<\/p>\n
It was 2019 in the summer, and I was at an event with several people I didn’t know. I started to look around, and all of the sudden my breath started to quicken. My eyes widened, and I teared up. I drank my drink a little to fast. My mom was concerned.<\/p>\n
I had to go to the restroom. I couldn’t let people see me cry. I closed the bathroom stall and cried. It was too much for me. I couldn’t take it.<\/p>\n
I went back into the event room, and my breath started to quicken again. My mom realized it was because of the people. We went outside and I started hyperventilating, and apologizing.<\/p>\n
Maybe I wasn’t just shy after all. Maybe it was more than that…<\/p>\n
Me Currently (not a sad situation):<\/p>\n
I have been doing much better since I have been at MSA. Sure, there is a lot of people, but they are my people. It has really allowed me to be myself, and not think too much about my social anxiety.<\/p>\n
Yes, it is much more than just shyness. It does not define who I am though! My social events throughout life have been awkward, but I am okay with that.<\/p>\n
Although, I still have a rough time, I want to encourage others like me to not discredit yourself. Even though you may be the one that sits in the corner, or even uses your phone as a crutch, you are much more than your anxiety (or even shyness). You have your very own lovely personality, and don’t let anyone cover over that with the label: shy person.<\/p>\n
Social situations are too much sometimes. I understand how you feel, but I know you are more than that. You’ve got this, I believe in you \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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