Anxiety and Never Being Able To Truly Leave The School Playground

I talked about the joy of anonymity in a post last week. Anonymity is a joyous experience if you seek it, but it’s not much fun when that self-imposed isolation is provoked by anxiety and fear.


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Kitty Flanagan, a middle-aged female Australian comedian, recently admitted in an article in the SMH that she suffers from social anxiety when she is forced to mix in large groups. You often hear about comedians being described as ‘boring’ when the public meet them in the flesh, but it still amazes me when you hear about how many successful performers suffer from anxiety. It seems crazy to think that a comedian could be shy at a house party, or that some of the consummate performers of our time throw up out of fear before going on stage.

I get it, though, coming from a family that suffers from inherent anxiety. Kurt has spent a week at his youth hostel but has yet to venture into the kitchen. New people are terrifying to him. The first of my four daily calls yesterday was spent trying to inspire him with ideas for foods he can eat in his room; that don’t require preparation. Give my boy a few ciders and he’ll dominate that kitchen space; put him on a stage and he’ll perform like a seasoned professional, but when I ask him to come and say hello to my friends at a dinner party, I know that simple request will spoil his evening.

I was always shy, unconfident child. It was something my father, who was an actor as a young man and is now a respected public speaker, despised.


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It’s not that I didn’t want to be the gobby, popular girl in the group. I was desperate to be that girl and I had all the lines, was naturally sharper than a lot of them with a mature, self-deprecating wit ahead of its time; yet, crossing the bridge from the safety of anonymity to the vulnerability of centre stage always appeared to be an impossible feat.

Even if, once on the stage, I owned it.

That shy person is still at the inner core of my personality, the difference being these days that I have learned strategies to manage my shyness and I also have the choice now whether I go to that terrifying party or stay on the sofa.

It’s not that I don’t enjoy socializing. As the old man will vouch for me, I am the biggest, small-talking, chit-chatterer there is, WITH PEOPLE I KNOW – but I have an abject horror of meeting new people.

Because when it counts, when I really want to be someone’s friend, my body shuts down from the pressure. My mouth dries and clams up, I can’t look them in the eye and my body language becomes feral and gives out all the wrong signals. Which is a problem at this stage of life, when people already have enough friends, and they slink off apologetically and give up on me unless they are truly inquisitive, have no friends either, or can distinguish enough in me to give me a second chance.

We never truly leave the school playground.

4 thoughts on “Anxiety and Never Being Able To Truly Leave The School Playground

  1. I understand these feelings so well that this post made me cringe. I was just reflecting a few minutes ago on another thing I WISH I would outgrow – intense discomfort when walking thorough any crowd of people. Example: at a very low-key, family friendly outdoor concert last night. Needed to visit the restroom, which was way on the other side of the crowd. Died a million deaths walking through said crowd because people were seeing me. Geez – as if those people had any interest in me whatsoever! In my head I know how stupid that is but my gut just won’t believe it. As you say, I’m still on the school playground.m

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  2. Me too! I go one step further. I prefer my own quiet space and having company in my quiet space totally disrupts me. So introverted. I get my strength from quiet.

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  3. My anxiety and shyness is a result of always moving and being the new girl at school. Truly terrifying. That and the fact that if someone even looks at me I automatically think “Is my petticoat showing” (even if I’m wearing slacks!)

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