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04:48, 1 September 2006 (UTC)04:48, 1 September 2006 (UTC)04:48, 1 September 2006 (UTC)04:48, 1 September 2006 (UTC)I have an anxiety disorder that I have been seeing a doctor for. He prescribes clonazepam and seraquil for my disorder. My face feels hot and is visibly red. Eventhough sometimes I don't feel especially nervous in a situation, my face can all the sudden become red and flushed. I look sunburned and I feel extremly embarrassed. Ussually I just want to leave and be by myself in a cold room or like I just want to jump in a pool of ice cold water. These option are not normally availible, so I just suffer. If I felt this way all the time, I would probably just kill myself or spend the rest of my life in seclusion. I remember being out to dinner with my parents (whom I hadn't seen in forever) and just getting up and leaving the restaurant. My parents don't really understand what I go through and I think most people can't relate unless they've experienced it for themselves. Even as I'm typing right now, my face feels hot and I know it's visibly red. So, it can happen anytime I guess. I could be in a situation where most people would probably feel embarrased and not feel nervous or hot or red at all. Or I can be sitting alone (like right now) in a cool dark room and feel it. Either way, it sucks, and I hate it. It's the one thing I would wish away if I could. Maybe it has something to do with how you never really know what other people see when they look at you. Or maybe it's some chemical reaction in my body. Nowadays, I smoke and drink. I took drugs when I was younger. I'm 26 now and I smoked a lot of pot when I was 15-21. I also took acid quite a bit when I was 15 or 16. They say you should never look in the mirror on acid. I did. I wonder if I'd have this problem if I was always sober and healthy. But I have to wonder, because I had friends that did the same thing and didn't end up this way. Of course, they probably deal with a different set of problems. Some people just have a DNA structure that can really take a beating and never feel a thing. Maybe I'm just weak.
Hey, I feel your pain. Seriously. I have the same thing. And I seriously don't think it has anything to do with your past, because I'm 15 now and I haven't done any of that yet and I have it just as bad as you. This whole condition makes you feel like doing all of that, though, that's for damn sure. People don't usually know how bad it feels, I guess, and they just see it as some minor inconveniance. Truth is though, that it sucks. I always feel kinda stupid because back at my middle school there wasn't a single person in any grade that had the same problem. Granted there were only 250 people, but that's a lot. Now I'm in high school and there's over 1400 people and I haven't found a single person yet that has the same problem. After 4 years of middle school everybody there got kinda used to it. There were only 60 people in my grade, so everybody was kinda close. Except I always felt like an outsider even then. I had maybe 3 friends that were guys (I'm a guy by the way) that I had a little bit of an easier time talking to, but still couldn't hold a full, enthusiastic conversation with them without getting red. There were probably 25 girls and I seriously had never said that much to any of them, because I never was able to. As for high school, I'm guessing there are about at least 100 of them, most of which I have never met before. I was really excited because I thought I might be able to combat the whole thing then and actually have a realtionship with one. Because as of when I satrted, I had never said enough to all the girls I had ever talked to combined to even fill a few dates up. And I had never had a girlfriend. Here's what happened girl wise in the first 13 days plus one football game that I attended, as well as one freshmen dance, brace yourself- There was one I really liked, and I found a table across from her at lunch. She is, if you will, "popular", and very cute. So she was sitting with 3 other "popular" girls, also all very attractive. I kept looking up and, as any guy would, staring. I was waiting to make eye contact so I could at least smile at her and get her attention. The minute I did, I started turing completely red. I seriously don't remember if she smiled or not because I was so nervous about geting so red in front of her the first week, that I can't even remeber what happened in those next couple seconds except that I looked liek a complete fricking idiot. Then I remeber the next 45 seconds or so, literally, trying to get the redness to go away, trying everything I could. I was also eating pizza and as I sa my mouth started getting all clogged up or something, I really donkt know what happened, and I started having trouble chewing the pizza and spit started forming and it was just horrible. I don;t know waht happened with the chewing but it was just weird. And it made me look even stupider. Anyway, then as she left the table she looked down at me as she was walking by with really no expression and I have no idea what she was thinking or if she was offended, or what. Another incident was in debate class, which is a class that I hate but my blushing condition has a freaking blast in every day, where I am in the back row of the row on the very left and there are 2 more back of the row seats to the right of me that are empty, followed by 2 more that are full. The teacher, whom I believe is the devil, asked us to get with the person to the right of us to think of 4 examples of the thing she was talkign about, and for the middle row to get with the person behind them. Now since the beginning of the year, there had been this other cute, attractiev girl I had been attracted to. I had not met her yet. The seat next to me was empty, and she was the odd one out in the middle row, (since there were 5 people), so she came back to me. As soon as I noticed this, I began turning red. She sat down and as she did she asked me my name. You know how when the redness happens you end up like saying 2 words before you have to, like, swallow before the next 2 because your voice chokes up? Well, yeah. I couldn;t even get teh first of 2 syllables in my name out before it happened, and, go figure, she didn't understand what I said. So I had to say it again. Thsi was proceeded by her having to ask me if the name she thought she had heard was mine. Then she started to scoot the desk a little closer to mine since she couldn't hear me, making it more awkward. Then, I realized she had neglected to tell me hers, probably because she had lost all interest in making any sort of relationship with me. Then, so that I didn't look like a jerk, I asked for her name, which brought on the voice choking up and finally got hers. Then, after about the same thing went on for about 5 minutes, we came up with our 4 examples. As she read one of ours to the class after the teacher called on her to read for our group, I started blushing again, and I wasn't even the one talking. What really suckks is that I had made eye contact with this girl in the hallway once, and she had failed to see me turn red because I had goptten past her before she saw. Then, the next time I saw her in the hallway the next day, she ignored me, as well as the next time I saw her.
Incongruity 00:14, 23 May 2007 (UTC) This is a social anxeity disorder, huh? Well, that explains it. Not a day goes by without my face glowing a veritable ruby red. I'm an adolescent as well, a girl at that, and it's extremely irritating--of course, this realization aggravates the condition further. I find it difficult to sit calmly in a room without blushing. Imagine.
I'm also bald, due to alopecia universalis, so I already stick out a bit too much for my liking. But hey, I get to wear a bandana to school everyday without being mistaken for a gangster. :D Which is cool, you know; I could happily coexist with that particular condition, since it can keep me nice and cool. The thing is, if the room is...oh, I don't know, anywhere from 50 to 90 degrees Fahrenheit, my body temperature control (hypothalamus?) goes haywire, making blush all over the place.
No one else can relate, either! Dude, me and you would get along. I have this one doofus friend who delights in keeping me updated on my current facial hue, and I just want to punch her. Ugh. Talking to boys is nerve-wracking, too--again, we have the same freaking problem. Well, a similar one. Perhaps I should forewarn them: "Hey, I'm going to blush throughout this entire episode of cautionary small talk, do ya mind?" Or the more realistic, "Oh, geez, I really don't know why I'm blushing. This is so annoying."
The article says that those suffering from the condition frequently avoid social careers. I don't think I'll let this hamper my ambitions, but it'll make me hesitate. Being at such an awkward age does not help, either.
I have the same problem, it all started in year 7,when i changed schools, in my old school i was one of the confident people. But as soon as i got to year 7 that all changed.If a teacher asks a question in class to me, i go automaticly red. I would love to be the person with there hand up, ready to answer, but i don't volenteer because of this. There are times when i think to myself "If i volenteer at every opurtunity i can get rid of this, i can be normal" But as soon as i do, i go red and i get put off again. When i go red i just want to get out and go jump of something very high. But on thing keeps me going: The thought that i might just grow out of this and enjoy my life, Reading this though proves, it never goes away and i'm going to be a freak forever. —Preceding unsigned comment added by 86.17.210.119 ( talk) 20:44, 12 March 2008 (UTC)
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04:48, 1 September 2006 (UTC)04:48, 1 September 2006 (UTC)04:48, 1 September 2006 (UTC)04:48, 1 September 2006 (UTC)I have an anxiety disorder that I have been seeing a doctor for. He prescribes clonazepam and seraquil for my disorder. My face feels hot and is visibly red. Eventhough sometimes I don't feel especially nervous in a situation, my face can all the sudden become red and flushed. I look sunburned and I feel extremly embarrassed. Ussually I just want to leave and be by myself in a cold room or like I just want to jump in a pool of ice cold water. These option are not normally availible, so I just suffer. If I felt this way all the time, I would probably just kill myself or spend the rest of my life in seclusion. I remember being out to dinner with my parents (whom I hadn't seen in forever) and just getting up and leaving the restaurant. My parents don't really understand what I go through and I think most people can't relate unless they've experienced it for themselves. Even as I'm typing right now, my face feels hot and I know it's visibly red. So, it can happen anytime I guess. I could be in a situation where most people would probably feel embarrased and not feel nervous or hot or red at all. Or I can be sitting alone (like right now) in a cool dark room and feel it. Either way, it sucks, and I hate it. It's the one thing I would wish away if I could. Maybe it has something to do with how you never really know what other people see when they look at you. Or maybe it's some chemical reaction in my body. Nowadays, I smoke and drink. I took drugs when I was younger. I'm 26 now and I smoked a lot of pot when I was 15-21. I also took acid quite a bit when I was 15 or 16. They say you should never look in the mirror on acid. I did. I wonder if I'd have this problem if I was always sober and healthy. But I have to wonder, because I had friends that did the same thing and didn't end up this way. Of course, they probably deal with a different set of problems. Some people just have a DNA structure that can really take a beating and never feel a thing. Maybe I'm just weak.
Hey, I feel your pain. Seriously. I have the same thing. And I seriously don't think it has anything to do with your past, because I'm 15 now and I haven't done any of that yet and I have it just as bad as you. This whole condition makes you feel like doing all of that, though, that's for damn sure. People don't usually know how bad it feels, I guess, and they just see it as some minor inconveniance. Truth is though, that it sucks. I always feel kinda stupid because back at my middle school there wasn't a single person in any grade that had the same problem. Granted there were only 250 people, but that's a lot. Now I'm in high school and there's over 1400 people and I haven't found a single person yet that has the same problem. After 4 years of middle school everybody there got kinda used to it. There were only 60 people in my grade, so everybody was kinda close. Except I always felt like an outsider even then. I had maybe 3 friends that were guys (I'm a guy by the way) that I had a little bit of an easier time talking to, but still couldn't hold a full, enthusiastic conversation with them without getting red. There were probably 25 girls and I seriously had never said that much to any of them, because I never was able to. As for high school, I'm guessing there are about at least 100 of them, most of which I have never met before. I was really excited because I thought I might be able to combat the whole thing then and actually have a realtionship with one. Because as of when I satrted, I had never said enough to all the girls I had ever talked to combined to even fill a few dates up. And I had never had a girlfriend. Here's what happened girl wise in the first 13 days plus one football game that I attended, as well as one freshmen dance, brace yourself- There was one I really liked, and I found a table across from her at lunch. She is, if you will, "popular", and very cute. So she was sitting with 3 other "popular" girls, also all very attractive. I kept looking up and, as any guy would, staring. I was waiting to make eye contact so I could at least smile at her and get her attention. The minute I did, I started turing completely red. I seriously don't remember if she smiled or not because I was so nervous about geting so red in front of her the first week, that I can't even remeber what happened in those next couple seconds except that I looked liek a complete fricking idiot. Then I remeber the next 45 seconds or so, literally, trying to get the redness to go away, trying everything I could. I was also eating pizza and as I sa my mouth started getting all clogged up or something, I really donkt know what happened, and I started having trouble chewing the pizza and spit started forming and it was just horrible. I don;t know waht happened with the chewing but it was just weird. And it made me look even stupider. Anyway, then as she left the table she looked down at me as she was walking by with really no expression and I have no idea what she was thinking or if she was offended, or what. Another incident was in debate class, which is a class that I hate but my blushing condition has a freaking blast in every day, where I am in the back row of the row on the very left and there are 2 more back of the row seats to the right of me that are empty, followed by 2 more that are full. The teacher, whom I believe is the devil, asked us to get with the person to the right of us to think of 4 examples of the thing she was talkign about, and for the middle row to get with the person behind them. Now since the beginning of the year, there had been this other cute, attractiev girl I had been attracted to. I had not met her yet. The seat next to me was empty, and she was the odd one out in the middle row, (since there were 5 people), so she came back to me. As soon as I noticed this, I began turning red. She sat down and as she did she asked me my name. You know how when the redness happens you end up like saying 2 words before you have to, like, swallow before the next 2 because your voice chokes up? Well, yeah. I couldn;t even get teh first of 2 syllables in my name out before it happened, and, go figure, she didn't understand what I said. So I had to say it again. Thsi was proceeded by her having to ask me if the name she thought she had heard was mine. Then she started to scoot the desk a little closer to mine since she couldn't hear me, making it more awkward. Then, I realized she had neglected to tell me hers, probably because she had lost all interest in making any sort of relationship with me. Then, so that I didn't look like a jerk, I asked for her name, which brought on the voice choking up and finally got hers. Then, after about the same thing went on for about 5 minutes, we came up with our 4 examples. As she read one of ours to the class after the teacher called on her to read for our group, I started blushing again, and I wasn't even the one talking. What really suckks is that I had made eye contact with this girl in the hallway once, and she had failed to see me turn red because I had goptten past her before she saw. Then, the next time I saw her in the hallway the next day, she ignored me, as well as the next time I saw her.
Incongruity 00:14, 23 May 2007 (UTC) This is a social anxeity disorder, huh? Well, that explains it. Not a day goes by without my face glowing a veritable ruby red. I'm an adolescent as well, a girl at that, and it's extremely irritating--of course, this realization aggravates the condition further. I find it difficult to sit calmly in a room without blushing. Imagine.
I'm also bald, due to alopecia universalis, so I already stick out a bit too much for my liking. But hey, I get to wear a bandana to school everyday without being mistaken for a gangster. :D Which is cool, you know; I could happily coexist with that particular condition, since it can keep me nice and cool. The thing is, if the room is...oh, I don't know, anywhere from 50 to 90 degrees Fahrenheit, my body temperature control (hypothalamus?) goes haywire, making blush all over the place.
No one else can relate, either! Dude, me and you would get along. I have this one doofus friend who delights in keeping me updated on my current facial hue, and I just want to punch her. Ugh. Talking to boys is nerve-wracking, too--again, we have the same freaking problem. Well, a similar one. Perhaps I should forewarn them: "Hey, I'm going to blush throughout this entire episode of cautionary small talk, do ya mind?" Or the more realistic, "Oh, geez, I really don't know why I'm blushing. This is so annoying."
The article says that those suffering from the condition frequently avoid social careers. I don't think I'll let this hamper my ambitions, but it'll make me hesitate. Being at such an awkward age does not help, either.
I have the same problem, it all started in year 7,when i changed schools, in my old school i was one of the confident people. But as soon as i got to year 7 that all changed.If a teacher asks a question in class to me, i go automaticly red. I would love to be the person with there hand up, ready to answer, but i don't volenteer because of this. There are times when i think to myself "If i volenteer at every opurtunity i can get rid of this, i can be normal" But as soon as i do, i go red and i get put off again. When i go red i just want to get out and go jump of something very high. But on thing keeps me going: The thought that i might just grow out of this and enjoy my life, Reading this though proves, it never goes away and i'm going to be a freak forever. —Preceding unsigned comment added by 86.17.210.119 ( talk) 20:44, 12 March 2008 (UTC)