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Originally Posted by celtic.starlite
Thanks for the replies. Unfortunately, my current T is leaving and I just found out who my new T will be..... so the journey will be starting all over.
My current T had asked me why I thought I am so afraid of being wrong. The only thing I could come up with was because my Mom would get angry if I had anything under in A in school, so maybe it stems from that? However, now I also realize it could stem from my dad. It didn't matter if I was right he always told me I was wrong and then that lead to some not so good stuff.
I'm scared to be wrong. I can admit when I am wrong, but it scares me. Like I feel something bad is going to happen if I'm wrong, or I'll disappoint someone if I'm wrong. I will do a ton of research to find the right answers when I can.
Thanks again.
Celtic
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I am like you this way. I do think the critical parent is part of the problem. My dad was a physician, and everyone in the family was smart. They never questioned how our homework was going, never showed interest in our schooling, never acknowledged A's, because that was what you were supposed to do. But, if you got a C, wow, what's your excuse?! I remember getting a C in 7th grade social studies because I really hated the class, but I got the "too bad, do better" talk. Meanwhile, we weren't supposed to draw attention to ourselves, and I got the message that bragging was a big no no.
I became bulimic as a teenager. I was fat until 10th grade, a shy wallflower, and then lost a lot of weight through bulimia. I have the same kinds of fears of putting myself out there because I don't think I'm as good as others and don't deserve attention. I avoid social contact, especially with people I perceive as authorities in areas I am interested in, put them on a pedestal, and am awkward and bumbling around them.
If I can't do things perfectly, then I tend to not want to do them at all. I procrastinate. The fear has run my life. I joke that I'd like to have a lobotomy so that I wouldn't have to be aware of my imperfections, personality flaws, fears. A brain transplant would be nice.
Obviously, none of the therapy I ever experienced did anything to change this deep-seated pattern. It is not as simple as repeating "who cares." I wish it was! If there is a type of therapy that works better for this pattern, please let me know!