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romeinjuly
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- Jul 6, 2023
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I (20f) have breached the subject before but he seems to have interpreted my issues as a mild (or maybe even moderate) form of insecurity. He started asking me if someone had ever said anything to make me feel the way I did, and just generally approached the issue from a standpoint of trying to understand my fear of rejection (which is also there), whereas I think I'm bordering on obsessive-compulsive behaviour here. It's not just about other people's approval anymore.
The hidden folder in my phone is filled with pictures of myself from a thousand different angles, screenshots of videos others have taken of me, videos of myself pretending to talk, laugh, walk, smile to see what I look like to others, photoshopped images of my nose if I had a nose job, or selfies taken with filters to see what it would look like if I got lip filler, or an eye lift or any other kind of plastic surgery I can't afford. I can't stop obsessively checking my reflection and sometimes I excuse myself from hanging out with people just to go in the bathroom and stare at myself. I have canceled plans countless times because I didn't want to be seen and pretty much ruined my relationship with my ex, because I just couldn't believe someone could actually be attracted to me or want me sexually and needed constant reasurrance.
I really like this therapist and I feel like he's a perfect fit for me (ater years of failed attempts) so this is not on him.
I feel like I did a bad job communicating the severity of what I'm experiencing.
I have always had issues with self-esteem and body image issues particularly. I know it's not unheard of for teenage girls and young women, and I think this is why sometimes people downplay what we go through, or interpret our serious problems as attempts to gain attention or just in general treat us with a lack of sympathy. Or with suspicion, disdain or a patronizing demeanor.
This is not the first time I experience severe obsessive symptoms. Before this in October of this year I went through an intense phase of hyphocondria, worrying about death, disease, ilnessess, getting assaulted, I even convinced myself I had a cardiac disease and went to the ER twice for absolutely no reason. Luckily, I got on medication (wellbutrin) and within a couple of weeks I was finally free of those thoughts. It was miracolous.
But now they've come back in full force but with a different target. I'm not as anxious as I was before because I don't worry about my safety, obviously. However I started having constant thoughts of killing myself and started looking into possible methods. I just can't accept the idea of going through life like this.
It's so embarassing to talk about this issue because I don't consider myself a superficial person, and I don't want to appear as such. But believe me when I say I'm not some spoiled girl wanting to be Belle of the ball. These thoughts torment me. I can't stand the mere sight of myself. Everything leads me back to the way I look and how awful and deformed and disgusting I feel. I walk around mortified and ashamed and paranoid. And not only do I feel this way, I also feel ashamed of myself for feeling ashamed of myself.
It's like I have this secret baggage I carry around all the time.
So yeah. What do I do
Forgive me for any typos or mistakes.
The hidden folder in my phone is filled with pictures of myself from a thousand different angles, screenshots of videos others have taken of me, videos of myself pretending to talk, laugh, walk, smile to see what I look like to others, photoshopped images of my nose if I had a nose job, or selfies taken with filters to see what it would look like if I got lip filler, or an eye lift or any other kind of plastic surgery I can't afford. I can't stop obsessively checking my reflection and sometimes I excuse myself from hanging out with people just to go in the bathroom and stare at myself. I have canceled plans countless times because I didn't want to be seen and pretty much ruined my relationship with my ex, because I just couldn't believe someone could actually be attracted to me or want me sexually and needed constant reasurrance.
I really like this therapist and I feel like he's a perfect fit for me (ater years of failed attempts) so this is not on him.
I feel like I did a bad job communicating the severity of what I'm experiencing.
I have always had issues with self-esteem and body image issues particularly. I know it's not unheard of for teenage girls and young women, and I think this is why sometimes people downplay what we go through, or interpret our serious problems as attempts to gain attention or just in general treat us with a lack of sympathy. Or with suspicion, disdain or a patronizing demeanor.
This is not the first time I experience severe obsessive symptoms. Before this in October of this year I went through an intense phase of hyphocondria, worrying about death, disease, ilnessess, getting assaulted, I even convinced myself I had a cardiac disease and went to the ER twice for absolutely no reason. Luckily, I got on medication (wellbutrin) and within a couple of weeks I was finally free of those thoughts. It was miracolous.
But now they've come back in full force but with a different target. I'm not as anxious as I was before because I don't worry about my safety, obviously. However I started having constant thoughts of killing myself and started looking into possible methods. I just can't accept the idea of going through life like this.
It's so embarassing to talk about this issue because I don't consider myself a superficial person, and I don't want to appear as such. But believe me when I say I'm not some spoiled girl wanting to be Belle of the ball. These thoughts torment me. I can't stand the mere sight of myself. Everything leads me back to the way I look and how awful and deformed and disgusting I feel. I walk around mortified and ashamed and paranoid. And not only do I feel this way, I also feel ashamed of myself for feeling ashamed of myself.
It's like I have this secret baggage I carry around all the time.
So yeah. What do I do
Forgive me for any typos or mistakes.