I'm not sure why I'm posting this... It'll probably be moved to some other random board anyway, but here goes...
I truly believe that God has a great plan for me. And I promised him a long time ago that I wouldn't give up on him; that I'd stick it through as long as it took for him to lead me to something wonderful in my life. Now, six years later, I am still holding strong to that promise - regardless of the fact that it has led me to a reclusive life of avoiding the dangers and temptations of the world.
And before anyone suggests it: No, I don't go to church. My history with churches has been nothing but bad, and I have much difficulty in finding one I can trust. I've been alienated by some, and made to feel inferior in others. It's not an atmosphere I find that I can happily worship God in - whereas at home I can worship him comfortably. And for the past few years, I really believed that going to church would be my answer, but I was afraid to go because I didn't want to become alienated again. So, being that my Mother is good friends with the pastor, I emailed him with my concerns. I thought that if I could somehow develop a friendship with him, then I'd feel more comfortable because I'd know that the pastor himself would welcome me.
No friendship developed, mainly because he wouldn't make an attempt to get to know me. To every question I had, every concern I brought up, he simply replied with "Well, this Sunday we happen to be talking about the very same topic! We'd love to have you come down and blah blah blah" it just sounded like a K-Mart sales commercial. I tried to explain my fears to him and my anxiety disorder (I believe I have Social Anxiety Disorder, a mental disorder which, in essence, makes me deathly afraid of people) and he wouldn't make an attempt to understand. He simply kept saying over and over that I'd find my answers if I came to church. He just did not understand that my problem was that I was too SCARED! If were able to just get up and go, then I wouldn't be writing him about this problem!
There were other churches, and other stories, but the outcome has always been the same. I remember when I was younger, I went with my sister to her youth group. Everyone ignored me, so I ended up wandering around the church and daydreaming while everyone else was having fun in the basement. Then she started going to a different youth group, and I tried going to that one with her. I wasn't ignored there as much as I was picked on for being short or whatever they felt like making fun of me for. Then, when my mother got us rollerblades for Christmas one year, we discovered Christian Skate Night at a nearby roller rink. Needless to say, my sister made all the friends, and I usually ended up skating by myself or playing in the arcade alone. This went on for years - I think we were regulars in that rink for AT LEAST 7-8 years, and the only person I knew from that place who still talks to us is my sister's husband, whom she met there.
So, suffice to say, my experiences with other "Christians" have been less than stellar, and I have no doubt that these things, combined with my school life (where I was abused, both verbally and physically - one kid tried to set my clothes on fire, I was groped by a girl who was playing a prank in middle school, attacked by my "best friend," etc), are what triggered my anxiety disorder and my fear of people. I've grown to believe that I am nothing but a burden to others, so I now do my best to try to stay out of the way. Just as an example, I've gone to the same bank for six years now, and I haven't once gone inside. I always use the drive through. I keep myself as distant as possible so that I know I'm safe and not causing anyone else trouble.
Please don't get the wrong idea here. I'm not trying to get pity or sympathy or whatever. I'm merely explaining why I have so much trouble with the whole church thing. Maybe over-explaining... Sorry, I'll get to the point.
Anyway, in spite of all of this, I've kept my faith that God will lead me to something great. I've kept my faith that some how, some way, some day, God will lead me to a source of strength that will let me break through the social barriers I've got around me. My main form of communiation with other people is on the web - I've got zero friends offline (well, actually I have one, but he's into porn and music/movie/game piracy so I've tried to distance myself from him). I want to be able to not be afraid to find ways to meet new people, but I'm too afraid of being rejected again. I'm too afraid of burdening other people with my presence again.
But beginning next month, I'm going to have a new problem on my hands.
See, I've been unemployed for about 5 months now. At the end of July, I was laid off of a job I'd had since I graduated High School in the summer of 1998. Six years I was at that job, mainly because I was already comfortable there and was afraid to find anything else. I'm sure some of you are saying, "Well, if you got a job there then you should be able to get a job elsewhere!" ... right?
Right?
Not exactly. See, back then I had an addition ingredient in my life that made everything easier on me. I had a girlfriend. And having her made my life, as far as I was concerned, perfect. My anxiety disorder faded away, because I knew I had her support. So when I went for the job interview, I just kept telling myself that it didn't matter how it went because I could just fall into her arms at the end of the week when I would see her again. I was convinced that God had answered my prayer for strength through her, because with her support I felt like I could do anything.
She and I split, and it only served to amplify my anxiety issues. I took the last five months off to focus on getting my writing career started, but I promised my Mom I'd try to get a job in the new year.
And the new year is just around the corner.
But this time, I don't have the strength and support of a girlfriend to rely on. I'm on my own now. Yes, I know I've got God's support, but he hasn't filled me with the kind of strength I had back then. No, I'm not saying I need a girlfriend to be strong and independant. But I do need God's help to find that strength to do these things. And so far, that prayer has gone unanswered.
And sure, I'm lonely and would love the companionship of a girlfriend, but I've submitted to God's will on that issue. Whenever it happens, it happens.
Blah - This post is turning into just a bunch of random thoughts. I guess all I really wanted to know was if anyone understood any of this.... Has anyone else had feelings or experiences like this? Where do you find your emotional strength? Anyone else suffer from anxiety disorders? Think medications would help?
Oh... and please pray for me... Not doing all that well lately...
Kevin
I truly believe that God has a great plan for me. And I promised him a long time ago that I wouldn't give up on him; that I'd stick it through as long as it took for him to lead me to something wonderful in my life. Now, six years later, I am still holding strong to that promise - regardless of the fact that it has led me to a reclusive life of avoiding the dangers and temptations of the world.
And before anyone suggests it: No, I don't go to church. My history with churches has been nothing but bad, and I have much difficulty in finding one I can trust. I've been alienated by some, and made to feel inferior in others. It's not an atmosphere I find that I can happily worship God in - whereas at home I can worship him comfortably. And for the past few years, I really believed that going to church would be my answer, but I was afraid to go because I didn't want to become alienated again. So, being that my Mother is good friends with the pastor, I emailed him with my concerns. I thought that if I could somehow develop a friendship with him, then I'd feel more comfortable because I'd know that the pastor himself would welcome me.
No friendship developed, mainly because he wouldn't make an attempt to get to know me. To every question I had, every concern I brought up, he simply replied with "Well, this Sunday we happen to be talking about the very same topic! We'd love to have you come down and blah blah blah" it just sounded like a K-Mart sales commercial. I tried to explain my fears to him and my anxiety disorder (I believe I have Social Anxiety Disorder, a mental disorder which, in essence, makes me deathly afraid of people) and he wouldn't make an attempt to understand. He simply kept saying over and over that I'd find my answers if I came to church. He just did not understand that my problem was that I was too SCARED! If were able to just get up and go, then I wouldn't be writing him about this problem!
There were other churches, and other stories, but the outcome has always been the same. I remember when I was younger, I went with my sister to her youth group. Everyone ignored me, so I ended up wandering around the church and daydreaming while everyone else was having fun in the basement. Then she started going to a different youth group, and I tried going to that one with her. I wasn't ignored there as much as I was picked on for being short or whatever they felt like making fun of me for. Then, when my mother got us rollerblades for Christmas one year, we discovered Christian Skate Night at a nearby roller rink. Needless to say, my sister made all the friends, and I usually ended up skating by myself or playing in the arcade alone. This went on for years - I think we were regulars in that rink for AT LEAST 7-8 years, and the only person I knew from that place who still talks to us is my sister's husband, whom she met there.
So, suffice to say, my experiences with other "Christians" have been less than stellar, and I have no doubt that these things, combined with my school life (where I was abused, both verbally and physically - one kid tried to set my clothes on fire, I was groped by a girl who was playing a prank in middle school, attacked by my "best friend," etc), are what triggered my anxiety disorder and my fear of people. I've grown to believe that I am nothing but a burden to others, so I now do my best to try to stay out of the way. Just as an example, I've gone to the same bank for six years now, and I haven't once gone inside. I always use the drive through. I keep myself as distant as possible so that I know I'm safe and not causing anyone else trouble.
Please don't get the wrong idea here. I'm not trying to get pity or sympathy or whatever. I'm merely explaining why I have so much trouble with the whole church thing. Maybe over-explaining... Sorry, I'll get to the point.
Anyway, in spite of all of this, I've kept my faith that God will lead me to something great. I've kept my faith that some how, some way, some day, God will lead me to a source of strength that will let me break through the social barriers I've got around me. My main form of communiation with other people is on the web - I've got zero friends offline (well, actually I have one, but he's into porn and music/movie/game piracy so I've tried to distance myself from him). I want to be able to not be afraid to find ways to meet new people, but I'm too afraid of being rejected again. I'm too afraid of burdening other people with my presence again.
But beginning next month, I'm going to have a new problem on my hands.
See, I've been unemployed for about 5 months now. At the end of July, I was laid off of a job I'd had since I graduated High School in the summer of 1998. Six years I was at that job, mainly because I was already comfortable there and was afraid to find anything else. I'm sure some of you are saying, "Well, if you got a job there then you should be able to get a job elsewhere!" ... right?
Right?
Not exactly. See, back then I had an addition ingredient in my life that made everything easier on me. I had a girlfriend. And having her made my life, as far as I was concerned, perfect. My anxiety disorder faded away, because I knew I had her support. So when I went for the job interview, I just kept telling myself that it didn't matter how it went because I could just fall into her arms at the end of the week when I would see her again. I was convinced that God had answered my prayer for strength through her, because with her support I felt like I could do anything.
She and I split, and it only served to amplify my anxiety issues. I took the last five months off to focus on getting my writing career started, but I promised my Mom I'd try to get a job in the new year.
And the new year is just around the corner.
But this time, I don't have the strength and support of a girlfriend to rely on. I'm on my own now. Yes, I know I've got God's support, but he hasn't filled me with the kind of strength I had back then. No, I'm not saying I need a girlfriend to be strong and independant. But I do need God's help to find that strength to do these things. And so far, that prayer has gone unanswered.
And sure, I'm lonely and would love the companionship of a girlfriend, but I've submitted to God's will on that issue. Whenever it happens, it happens.
Blah - This post is turning into just a bunch of random thoughts. I guess all I really wanted to know was if anyone understood any of this.... Has anyone else had feelings or experiences like this? Where do you find your emotional strength? Anyone else suffer from anxiety disorders? Think medications would help?
Oh... and please pray for me... Not doing all that well lately...
Kevin