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Originally Posted by Werewoman
I am almost 53 and have been married to the same guy for 23 years next week. I can't imagine having to deal with what young people these days have to.
All I can say is, be yourself, because if you try to pretend to be someone else or God forbid 'normal' (like anyone even knows what that means now or ever) it won't end well for you. Let them (those you think you might be interested in dating) in on your issues - I didn't, though he picked up on it anyway - because as cliche as it sounds, honesty really is the best policy. Otherwise, no matter how much the person you're interested in likes you, there is still a lot of stigma attached to those of us with MI, and you'd just be wasting your time with someone who can't accept you as you are.
That's all I can say, except good luck. I am fortunate in that I found someone who accepts me as I am with all of my issues. Not that it's easy, it's a lot of hard work to stay together at times, but well worth the effort.
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The problem with this is that no girl is attracted to a guy who displays weakness or incompetence. Girls are wired through evolution to desire guys who are socially graceful and excel at what they do. The root of my problem is not social anxiety, it is the fact that I just suck at life. I am naturally incopetent and whenever I try to do anything, it shows. I don't know what my problem is because all the idiot therapists I have been to just say its social anxiety. But because of this, I cannot connect with anyone socially. All my interactions with people are inhibited and fake because if I acted on my true impulses, I would be exposed. I have no interest in having any sort of interactions with people if they see me as a loser and pity me. I would literally rather live my whole life alone. Basically I am forced to choose between being fake and being pathetic. I choose fake. So basically what happens is that when I meet a new group of people I try very hard to keep up this facade making myself look normal and desirable, but eventually I slip up and they see that I am a loser. At that point, I give up on them and move on.