So I recently had a visit with my doctor, a really great and patient guy, but he always wants to talk about my depression and anxiety. I guess it is his job to care, and I appreciate that, but he wants me to start taking meds, which I am reluctant to do so. He thinks it will help calm me down a bit so I can start making friends. He wants to see me with a friend or two by our next appointment.
The thing is, I have social anxiety, and I am very awkward and quiet around people, especially when I first meet them. My doctor says this is common with trans people, but I've only ever met one other trans guy with social anxiety. We tried being friends, but he only communicates through email, and I have a bad habit of neglecting my email. Similarly, the only way to get a hold of me is through text, and he doesn't own a phone. He canceled our last attempt to hang out, using his aunt coming to town as an excuse, and I admit I was a bit relieved. We haven't spoken since.
I am 34, and as I get older, the anxiety only gets worse. It is not so disabling that I can't work. Though interacting with coworkers and customers especially can be challenging. I have a tendency to run and hide when managers show up. And I rarely show up on this forum because I think what I write is stupid. I try sometimes, but then I scare myself away.
I just recently broke up with my boyfriend, a relationship that shouldn't have lasted as long as it did, 12 years, but both of us sort of felt there would be no one else. Now I feel I am doomed to be alone forever. My ex thought my anxiety was stupid. I heard that a lot when my nerves betrayed me. I was just being stupid. He wasn't the most supportive guy. I spent most of our relationship hiding my feelings and opinions from him for fear of ridicule. And if he didn't put me down for it, he would just ignore it.
The worst part is that my sister and her boyfriend just moved to Alaska. Her boyfriend was my best friend, but he doesn't really talk to me anymore. He responds to my texts, but it's all superficial, and he never puts fourth any effort to stay in touch. I suspect he just grew tired of my problems with my ex. Neither he nor my sister could tolerate my ex, and for good reason. And I guess they couldn't understand why I was so reluctant to leave him even though I mentally checked out of the relationship a long time ago. My sister and I still talk, but like my doctor said, she comes with the package.
As for her boyfriend, he started his transition almost two years ago, and he really grew up and took on a lot of confidence. A stark difference from the shy kid I met 8 years ago who thought I was the big overprotective brother type. How did he even do that?
Now I find myself sitting here wondering how I begin to make friends. I've tried to make plans with coworkers, but I always back out. Yeah, I'm that person. It just gets too hard. Suddenly these people, who have very real lives, are learning just how dull and painfully awkward I really am. I only get along with other introverts. Everyone else is offensive and pushy.
Nowadays, I sit at home with my cats, write stories I wish I was brave enough to publish, and I play video games. I work at a job I hate as a primal instinct to survive our modern society, too consumed by fear to venture towards something new.
If any of you have suggestions or similar experiences. Please share.