About my social anxiety II: psychiatrist visit

After my experience with social interactions on alprazolam, I eventually worked up the courage to ask a friend to make a psychiatrist’s appointment for me. (I couldn’t make it myself, because it required a phone call, and phone calls are among the things I cannot do.) Then I freaked out about the upcoming appointment whenever I thought about it, imagining how utterly embarassing it would be to try to put my issues into words, imagining counterpoints the psychiatrist could bring up, complete with dismissive and/or skeptical glances.

What if they thought I was just a drug-seeker? Alprazolam is a benzodiazepine, after all. (I resolved to emphasize I wanted something else than benzos if asked about it.) What if they just chalked my problems up to my age and told me I’d simply have to practice and get over it with time? I’d already heard that one far too many times, and the issue had gotten worse rather than better. And I knew I wouldn’t have the courage to make a second appointment with a different psychiatrist, or at least not in the near future. What if I failed to explain the situation correctly and ruined this chance at becoming better?

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About my social anxiety I

[It’s been a while. Whoops! I won’t promise improvement because (a) I expect to have rather less free time in the near future and (b) I’ve done so way too often to still believe myself.]

In the final two months of 2017, I participated in a study that researched the effects of humor training. This involved meeting with a group every Sunday to hear a short lecture on some aspect of humor and do a variety of exercises.

I had expected to be somewhat anxious at first – new situation, new people -, but to mostly get over it fairly quickly, helped by simple exercises designed to ease us into the experience and build our skills from ground up. Unfortunately, even many of the simpler exercises involved being thrown into the center of attention with an order to be spontaneous and creative and funny: tasks so far out of my comfort zone they were all the way over in the panic zone. I soon dreaded each session the whole day long – the sweating, the racing heart, the racing thought, the dry mouth, the sheer amount of time spent in fight-flight-freeze mode with all of these options made impossible.

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endecision:

My cleanliness preferences/rules seem really simple and straightforward to me and NO ONE ELSE SEEMS TO UNDERSTAND THEM. The crux of it is this: some things are cleaner than other things. Things become dirtier by touching dirtier things, or over time by slowly accumulating dirt/dust/microbes (food left out etc.). Things become cleaner by being washed, heated, chemically treated, etc. Cleaning is costly (takes time and effort) and it’s never 100% certain you got everything, so it is better to maintain cleanliness by avoiding having dirty things touch clean things.

There is a cleanliness gradient that runs from things that you will be eating (and things that directly touch those things) -> things that touch your skin, especially your face (the body has its own cleanliness gradient that I’m not going to get into) -> various indoor objects -> indoor floor assuming you take your shoes off indoors and vacuum sometimes <~> various outdoor objects -> outdoor ground ~> garbage, toilets -> whatever is worse than that.

I don’t know how much dirt/grossness transfers when things touch. I just assume a significant amount, enough to move the clean thing into or close to the category of the dirtier thing. It’s probably affected by the porosity of the material – I assume a porous object will hold more dirt inside it and be harder to clean, but possibly transfer less when touched as opposed to a nonporous object where the dirt is just sitting on the surface.

Things that have seemed wtf to me: someone wiping the kitchen floor with a cloth then using the same cloth to wipe the counter (a food prep surface or close to it!), putting dirty outside clothes on the bed, knocking blankets or pillows onto the floor, knocking tissue box onto the floor or putting it there intentionally. (I use those tissues on my mucous membranes! Please don’t!) Putting a backpack that I’d taken on a hike and had been on the ground etc. onto my bed (AUGH).

A lot of this is practical (disease avoidance etc.), but I admit that some of it is just purity feelings. An imperfect s1 approximation of the optimal practical thing.

Some of it is uncertainty. I have no idea what’s been on the bus stop bench but I’m going to assume it’s pretty gross and that, at the very least, people have stepped on it in their outside shoes which have also stepped in dog poop etc etc. If you don’t know the cleanliness of everything you’ve touched, just wash your hands before you touch something cleaner.

I have especially strong feelings about my bed, which probably has something to do with not having the energy to wash the sheets very often. I try to wash pillowcases once a week. (Part of the concern with things touching my face is a practical one about bacteria causing breakouts.)

Someone has misunderstood my thing about outside clothes being dirty as all of the outside having a dirt field which no and tbh felt like strawmanning. The outside air is fine and often better than the inside air. It’s just that do you trust yourself 100% to not have had your pant cuffs drag on the ground or have rubbed against any objects while outside? Also sweat etc.

I take this stuff seriously. In elementary school when I thought someone had “cooties” I was very neurotic about it and tried to avoid them. When I learned that flushing the toilet sprays bacteria everywhere I switched to only flushing with the lid closed, and brushing my teeth in a different bathroom where the sink was further away from the toilet. When I learned that the BART seats are covered in fecal bacteria I put a cushion on my chair and sat directly on the chair when I’d been on BART but on the cushion if I was clean.

Some of it is actually just completely irrational. A new, crisp dollar bill feels clean, especially compared to an old wrinkled one, but I know neither is. And I do sit on the couches etc. that people have touched with their outside clothes, while wearing my pajamas, then go to bed in those pajamas. (I draw the line at having to get dressed I guess.) I mean I assume the dirt transfer attenuates somewhere. I just assume the soap in the soap dish is always the same level of clean (unless it’s been dropped on the ground or something in which case I’ll try to wipe it off and wash off the outer layer with hot water).

Dropping my hairbrush on the bathroom floor reliably enrages me (especially if it comes up covered in dust and dirt).

Living and especially sharing a room with people who don’t care about these things makes it really hard to maintain the level of control and cleanliness that I want. I hope that one day I’ll have enough money to have my own room that no one else is allowed to use, even my partner.

I have much the same intuitions and categories (and wtf moments), and they seem completely straightforward to me too. (Though I’m more relaxed about public transport seats, probably due to the fact that I use public transport all the time and just… consider my chair fairly dirty rather than make a whole system about it. And I don’t close the toilet lid because that’s too much work, but I have a separate toilet and bathroom, so I don’t have the sink issue.)

Also, liquid soap beats a soap bar that everybody constantly touches with their dirty hands. And having a bunk bed solves a lot of the bed issues – nobody would put a backpack on there, and it’s cleaner anyway just by virtue of being far off the floor and only ever touched in a clean state.

roachpatrol:

miseducatedmelanicmuse:

1, 8, 9

9, 1, 2. ‘eat without consequences’ could make you very useful for bomb disposal squads. or assasinations.

“eat without consequences” sounds like a trick, a consequence of eating is usually not starving to death. Which, y’know, would be pretty nice.

1, 9, and then maybe 6 and get a super long-lived pet? Although 4 could also be useful for its hackability, depending on the specifications (it doesn’t say *whose* body part, that’s one, and it doesn’t say into what, so the possibilities are many – can I change my brain into a wish-granting brain? My spleen into an omnipotence-generating spleen?)

jumpingjacktrash:

elodieunderglass:

adoomkitten:

0h-herro:

sighinastorm:

This is the Goose of Outrageous Self Assuredness.  Take from her example, her ludicrous and excellent poise in the face of bullying, and be confident in your place, your course, your equal validity.

@fleamontpotter

@elodieunderglass

A Goose for you.

Receive The Blessing Of The Goose

bullying? the goose has no reason to be in the pasture except to harrass the cows. that grass is too dry for geese to eat and too short to nest in. but geese will deliberately go at large animals just to fuck with them. this goose has gone into the cow pasture for no reason except to make the cows freak out, in the spirit of pure Attitude.

this is the Shit Stirring Goose and you should reblog it to be blessed with Punkness and Ultimate Sass.

jumpingjacktrash:

genderbolshevism:

cattgirl:

Saying “Gender is fake so how are people trans?” is like saying “Money is fake so how are people poor?” Like as much as we facetiously say gender is fake, “social construct” is not synonymous with “fake”

“Eventually you can’t help but figure out that, while gender is a construct, so is a traffic light, and if you ignore either of them, you get hit by cars. Which, also, are constructs.”

ok but at that point you’re defining ‘construct’ pretty much out of existence. and ‘social construct’ means it wouldn’t exist if you weren’t socialized to believe it exists, which many trans people say is NOT true of gender – and neurological research supports this. having a sense of one’s own gender is inherent the same way sexual orientation is.

try saying ‘orientation is a social construct’ and then explain your way out of an asskicking from angry bulldykes and papa bears who know a “have you tried NOT being gay?” when we fucking hear one.

I think the key issue here is that money and gender and sexual orientations are all multiple things, not just a unified whole.

If we weren’t socialized with our current concept of money, there would probably still be some kind of barter system around goods deemed valuable. There might even still be pieces of paper that were valuable to their owners and kept them from starving (say, a signed paper saying “the bearer of this document can have five apples at the next harvest because I gave it to someone who helped build my house”). There’d still be some symbols of wealth that granted their owners a measure of social influence (e.g. jewelry).

I think much the same is true for gender and sexual orientation. If we weren’t socialized with our current understanding of gender (and even that is quite a loaded phrase, because there are lots of subtly or strongly different concepts of what it means to be a woman or a man or something else in various cultures and subcultures), we would still be attracted to some people and not others. Some of us would still feel uncomfortable with parts of our bodies, or much happier with certain hormone levels than others. (I assume that’s what you believe to be supported by neurological research?)

Sexual orientation has multiple aspects too – the current explosion of terms to describe various sexual and romantic orientations is testament enough to that, IMO. People are noticing aspects of how they experience attraction that differ (subtly or strongly) from others, and naming those differences, constructing whole new sexual orientations. Of course that doesn’t mean their experiences aren’t real, or that they could change those experiences at will – it simply means the concepts are just one way to build drawers to contain them. Sexual orientation is a social construct, and that doesn’t mean you can change yours any more than “money is a social construct” means you can just stop worrying about it when it actually significantly impacts your daily life.