My Super Sensitivity Problem
Posted in Ramblings, Theory, Uncategorized on February 28th, 2007 by Peter Wooley – Be the first to commentI have a problem. A big problem.For as long as I can recall, I have had unimaginably hard time dealing with any situations where others (or myself) are put on the spot and they (or I) may succeed or fail miserably. The single factor that determines if I’m comfortable or huddled in or a corner with my eyes tightly shut and hands pressed against my ears is my inability to tell the future. I can’t, for the life of me, know that whoever is in the spotlight is going to sink or swim, do well or die trying—and that drives to me to act in the strangest ways.I should specify that the only time I struggle is when I have absolutely no control over the outcome. This is often the case when other people are on the line: if someone tries to sing the national anthem at a sporting event that has questionable talent, if some body begins debating with no idea what they’re doing, etc. However, things are more specific when I’m the one I’m worried about. For example, if a piece of my created work is up for critique, I cannot stand the time when people are appraising it: thinking, examining, passing judgment. I feel I have to escape any way I can. If it would look crazy to leave, I just wrap up in my ball (as silently as I can) and hope it looks less crazy than walking out.When one of these events happens, my stomach and chest tighten in a way that feels similar to nausea. However, unlike the undulation of nausea, everything stays tight until the experience is over. When this happens, my mind immediately thinks of retreating. I often try to fight it, but it’s a pretty powerful feeling. If I am able to close off enough sound and shut my eyes, I literally feel like I’ve left the situation. I attempt to liken it to when a person has multiple personalities, unfortunately, I have no extra personality to take the punishment I am running from—I just look like a weirdo wrapped up in a ball.If money were more available, I’d consider seeing a professional about this. I assume it is entirely connected to something bizarre in my brain, and I’d love to find it, yell at it, kick it in the shins and throw it out of my head forever.Contrary to what some think, I in no way enjoy my strange behavior. It is, by far, the worst habit I have and the one I’d most like to get rid of. In addition, I seem to not realize what I’m doing when the feeling gets really bad. So much so that, after it’s over, I finally see that I was actually being distracting with my behavior – as much as I try not to be. That makes me feel like I’ve lost control of myself—and I hate losing control. That’s one of the reasons I’ll not be using recreational drugs or binging on alcohol in my life time.I’m sure I’ll be able to take care of this at some point. Either through professional help, growing out of it, or a swift kick in the pants, it just has to go away.