"And I'm going to find the fucker."
May. 4th, 2010 08:08 pmThe Recent Unpleasantness continues to nag at me, provoking feelings of anger and anxiety way out of proportion to the amount of damage done. Why?
I'm working with a new shrink at the mo, using cognitive behavioural therapy to try and identify the wonky thinking processes involved in my social anxiety and other madnesses. I've had a lot of success with this in the past; for example, in reducing my serious fear of flying.
One of my "automatic thoughts", which triggered panic, was "That guy's sitting on the plane's door, where it says not to sit! The door will open and we'll all die!" In fact, as I learned, a plane's doors physically can't open in flight; it says not to sit on the door because the plastic is fragile. So I was able to catch that thought when it bubbled up, and challenge it with the facts. Eventually, I beat it and several others. Flying's still tough but it's no longer a total nightmare.
That one was easy, but a lot of the problem thoughts are much more difficult to address: more subtle, further under the surface, more worn into the grooves of the brain through long repetition. I'm not sure, but I think I've caught at least one automatic thought that pops up when I discover someone spreading false, malicious rumours about me online:
"No-one will like me!"
I think I learned to think that way in high school, where I was bullied continually (verbal abuse, social exclusion, malicious gossip). One of the bully's goals is, after all, to convince the target that everyone knows they're a joke and no-one wants them on their team. A 2008 study found that the health effects of bullying persist into at least early adulthood. Maybe there's still a little bully up in there, riding around in my head.
I'll see what the shrink has to say. But if I'm right, that means it's possible to identify the thinking patterns that got ground into my skull in school, and rewire them. If there is a sort of bully in my brain, what a pleasure it would be to locate the little fucker and strangle her.
I'm working with a new shrink at the mo, using cognitive behavioural therapy to try and identify the wonky thinking processes involved in my social anxiety and other madnesses. I've had a lot of success with this in the past; for example, in reducing my serious fear of flying.
One of my "automatic thoughts", which triggered panic, was "That guy's sitting on the plane's door, where it says not to sit! The door will open and we'll all die!" In fact, as I learned, a plane's doors physically can't open in flight; it says not to sit on the door because the plastic is fragile. So I was able to catch that thought when it bubbled up, and challenge it with the facts. Eventually, I beat it and several others. Flying's still tough but it's no longer a total nightmare.
That one was easy, but a lot of the problem thoughts are much more difficult to address: more subtle, further under the surface, more worn into the grooves of the brain through long repetition. I'm not sure, but I think I've caught at least one automatic thought that pops up when I discover someone spreading false, malicious rumours about me online:
"No-one will like me!"
I think I learned to think that way in high school, where I was bullied continually (verbal abuse, social exclusion, malicious gossip). One of the bully's goals is, after all, to convince the target that everyone knows they're a joke and no-one wants them on their team. A 2008 study found that the health effects of bullying persist into at least early adulthood. Maybe there's still a little bully up in there, riding around in my head.
I'll see what the shrink has to say. But if I'm right, that means it's possible to identify the thinking patterns that got ground into my skull in school, and rewire them. If there is a sort of bully in my brain, what a pleasure it would be to locate the little fucker and strangle her.