I spent
a decade having my confidence undermined and eroded to the point of nervous collapse, and didn't think I'd ever feel like a "normal person".

Not sure I do now either, but a couple of things have got me over it:

The support of friends and family who never stopped believing in me.

My mum's advice about lack of confidence, to fake it until you make it. Feel the fear and do it anyway, that kind of thing. And then it gets easier and easier until you wonder why the fuck you were using all that energy getting so worked up about it.

The realisation that life's too short to get hung up on this shit. As someone else said - what's the worse that could happen? You could make an arse of yourself? So fucking what? Laugh about it (and the world laughs at with you).

It all passes. And then you, and the rest of the world, move on to the next spectacle.

EDIT: Disclaimer: Ha! Like I'm dead sorted now - not really. I'm still self-diagnosed Aspergers underneath.
( warmfuzzies Isn't here, Tue 9 Jun 2009, 22:40, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

JMG?

(Himjim died a little more inside on, Tue 9 Jun 2009, 22:50, Reply)