I joined Girlfriend Social last week, after reading about other people struggling to make female friends say it's probably the largest online platonic 'dating' site. It's free, which is always a good thing, and there seem to be a lot of people from London on it, this sort of site seems to work best if you live in large cities.
I was a little put off by the design, it's very pink, and the name, but it is American. However, that and all the cheesy pictures did make me wonder how useful I would find the site. It's really easy to set up a profile, and to see other people who are in the same area as you. There is a detailed search option as well, which is easy to use and has hundreds of possible permutations.
The first thing about this site that surprised me was people sending me invites! I tend to assume people think badly of me, possibly stemming from being a teenage goth and regularly getting stuff shouted at me by people at school, on one memorable occasion I had stones thrown at me. It didn't bother me that much, but I do tend to assume people still see me as one of the weird kids hanging out on the beach wearing black. The idea that people would look at a picture of me and a couple of lines of writing and think 'I'd be friends with her' is odd. It's especially odd that the site is women only, I'm very used to the line between friendship and attraction blurring, or being noticed by men who find me attractive, I'm actually a lot less comfortable when it comes to platonic relationships, I'm often unsure how to deal with them.
The second thing about the site that surprised me was that the people sending me friend requests seem to have nothing in common with me. My profile talks about books, a lot, because I have very few other hobbies, so a friend request from someone where their profile says 'I don't really read' is very odd to me. What would we talk about? Also, people with kids, this is probably me being snobby, but I'm not sure how much I want friends with children, I don't have children and won't be for at least the next 10 years, maybe never, I do quite like children but I don't want to spend all of my time talking about them. Though someone who liked the same books and music as me and had children wouldn't be such a problem, but I think it would need to be more than a couple of shared interests.
I was actually a little disappointed, so far I haven't seen any people I think I would really have a lot in common with. I don't really like small talk, I'd much rather talk about what I think is going to happen in A Song of Ice and Fire or why Arrow is really disappointing, so shared interests are as important as chemistry to me. A lot of the girls on the site say they want to do 'girly' things, I'm immediatly put off, I've never thought of myself as girly, though I do like make-up and clothes I prefer books. I'm clearly a snob in many ways, anyone who doesn't spell totally puts me off too, I won't even look at the profile.
I'll keep looking at the site, but I'm not sure that Girlfriend Social is the way for me to meet people. It's a shame, because I am more comfortable online, but I think I'm also more comfortable in a niche setting, I'm more likely to meet people I share interests with in a gig or bar than on a site where the only thing I share with most people is a gender.
Wednesday 27 February 2013
Wednesday 20 February 2013
So how did I end up with no friends?
I've always been ok at making friends but no good at keeping them. On my first day of secondary we were told to split into groups of three for an orienteering exercise, I thought, 'Excellent, my two best friends from primary school and I shall be a group'. Nope. They told me they were going with someone else and proceeded to barely speak to me for the next year. Luckily I was taken pity on my some other girls and ended up with a good group of friends but it was crushing, these girls had been my best friends for years.
However, secondary school was where I met my first proper best friend, we were inseparable, and even stayed really close for years after I moved away, until we hit 14/15 and she was doing drugs, running away from home, being sent to boarding school out of the country and becoming a chav, while I was still a shy goth who worked hard at school and was frankly intimidated by her, we drifted apart. I've drifted apart from a lot of friends since then.
I've also learned being friends with boys is hard, I've had to turn down several romantic advances, and then you get to question if it's worth trying to continue the friendship, despite the complications. However, I did make some good friends at my second high school, and at other schools in the area, nothing like hanging out in the local parks and skateparks to meet interesting people. I was best friends with a girl from another school for a long time, we became a lot less close after my boyfriend dumped me to go out with her. I said I was ok with it, I wasn't of course, I was heartbroken and jealous, mostly of him. The relationship didn't even last, she dumped him on the day before Valentines and she started hanging out with people who like drum'n'bass and clubbing. I felt uncool and ignored around them, we stopped talking. This is one of the few occasions I can't see that I did anything wrong.
Unfortunately I went to a different college from most of my friends, and that was that, I don't even remember if I tried to keep in touch with my friends from school, I just made a new group, which was excellent for three year but not so good when I was at uni. In second and third year I had uni in London, friends in one town, family in a second and a boyfriend in a third. It was exhausting, especially as my friends hardly came to London, neither did my family. Also, my friendship group slowly began to disintegrate, or rather spilt in two, everyone kind of chose sides, including me. Still, I'd made friends in London, I was even living with them, it was all ok.
Then, during my final year on uni, my boyfriend has a psychiatric break. Nobody knew what it was, it had happened before, but I'd been blithely assuming it wouldn't happen when he was with me. It was a very bad time, and tipped me over the edge into full-blown depression, I spent a lot of time sitting blankly in my uni lesson, not taking everything in, crying, and getting calls from his parents telling my things like he'd run away from hospital and if he came to my house to call the police so they could come and get him. Oh, and I was in the middle of moving house and trying to write my dissertation. I was not a nice person to be around. As my boyfriend got better I saw him a few times, we broke up properly, though I'd felt single for three months, and I did not get happier. I was so miserable, and I wanted everyone else to be miserable, I also felt like my friends didn't want to talk to me about it, at least not the ones I lived with. My two best male friends were amazing, everyone else I pushed further and further away until I was living in a house with three people who didn't talk to me. This was probably my fault, but I think the fact I was ill should have cut me some slack.
Anyway, that was the end of uni friends, most of the people I knew were only friends with me because of a mutual friend so they stopped talking to me once she did, and I didn't care, I was too busy trying to get a job and fit therapy around it. I even found a new boyfriend, who I had more in common with than most of my friends anyway.
So I was left with two friends, who over the next year or so I also lost touch with. I was living in different towns from them, and they had their own friendship groups and lives, it was easier not to talk, and I wasn't that lonely. The slipping away may have had something to do with the fact they're both male, I had a lot of male company, I spend most of my spare time with my boyfriend, it's girl friends I really struggle with. Of course now I am lonely, not helped by my shyness worsening until it is full on social phobia, complete with an especial fear of talking to stranger in large groups.
What have I learned from 20 years of friendships? That I find it easy to slip out of touch with people, especially those I don't live near or see regularly. That's something I'll have to watch, and something I do feel bad about. Also, girls are fickle. Or maybe I am just really bad at choosing friends. Maybe I should be asking people 'will you stop hanging out with me if our music tastes change?' or 'will you go out with my ex even though you know I still like him?' I'm better at staying friends with boys for a long time, honestly girls baffle me. Also that perhaps I am not a very good friend, I tend to be a bit unstable, this can't be fun to be around, and I'm stuck in my ways, I haven't changed much since I was 15, I'm not ready to settle down yet, no kids or house for me, but at the same time I don't like clubbing, or big event, or really outgoing people.
At least now I am really motivated to meet people, far to scared at the moment, but at least I want to, once I do have the courage to talk to more people hopefully I'll be able to make wise choices and make the move from acquaintance to friend.
However, secondary school was where I met my first proper best friend, we were inseparable, and even stayed really close for years after I moved away, until we hit 14/15 and she was doing drugs, running away from home, being sent to boarding school out of the country and becoming a chav, while I was still a shy goth who worked hard at school and was frankly intimidated by her, we drifted apart. I've drifted apart from a lot of friends since then.
I've also learned being friends with boys is hard, I've had to turn down several romantic advances, and then you get to question if it's worth trying to continue the friendship, despite the complications. However, I did make some good friends at my second high school, and at other schools in the area, nothing like hanging out in the local parks and skateparks to meet interesting people. I was best friends with a girl from another school for a long time, we became a lot less close after my boyfriend dumped me to go out with her. I said I was ok with it, I wasn't of course, I was heartbroken and jealous, mostly of him. The relationship didn't even last, she dumped him on the day before Valentines and she started hanging out with people who like drum'n'bass and clubbing. I felt uncool and ignored around them, we stopped talking. This is one of the few occasions I can't see that I did anything wrong.
Unfortunately I went to a different college from most of my friends, and that was that, I don't even remember if I tried to keep in touch with my friends from school, I just made a new group, which was excellent for three year but not so good when I was at uni. In second and third year I had uni in London, friends in one town, family in a second and a boyfriend in a third. It was exhausting, especially as my friends hardly came to London, neither did my family. Also, my friendship group slowly began to disintegrate, or rather spilt in two, everyone kind of chose sides, including me. Still, I'd made friends in London, I was even living with them, it was all ok.
Then, during my final year on uni, my boyfriend has a psychiatric break. Nobody knew what it was, it had happened before, but I'd been blithely assuming it wouldn't happen when he was with me. It was a very bad time, and tipped me over the edge into full-blown depression, I spent a lot of time sitting blankly in my uni lesson, not taking everything in, crying, and getting calls from his parents telling my things like he'd run away from hospital and if he came to my house to call the police so they could come and get him. Oh, and I was in the middle of moving house and trying to write my dissertation. I was not a nice person to be around. As my boyfriend got better I saw him a few times, we broke up properly, though I'd felt single for three months, and I did not get happier. I was so miserable, and I wanted everyone else to be miserable, I also felt like my friends didn't want to talk to me about it, at least not the ones I lived with. My two best male friends were amazing, everyone else I pushed further and further away until I was living in a house with three people who didn't talk to me. This was probably my fault, but I think the fact I was ill should have cut me some slack.
Anyway, that was the end of uni friends, most of the people I knew were only friends with me because of a mutual friend so they stopped talking to me once she did, and I didn't care, I was too busy trying to get a job and fit therapy around it. I even found a new boyfriend, who I had more in common with than most of my friends anyway.
So I was left with two friends, who over the next year or so I also lost touch with. I was living in different towns from them, and they had their own friendship groups and lives, it was easier not to talk, and I wasn't that lonely. The slipping away may have had something to do with the fact they're both male, I had a lot of male company, I spend most of my spare time with my boyfriend, it's girl friends I really struggle with. Of course now I am lonely, not helped by my shyness worsening until it is full on social phobia, complete with an especial fear of talking to stranger in large groups.
What have I learned from 20 years of friendships? That I find it easy to slip out of touch with people, especially those I don't live near or see regularly. That's something I'll have to watch, and something I do feel bad about. Also, girls are fickle. Or maybe I am just really bad at choosing friends. Maybe I should be asking people 'will you stop hanging out with me if our music tastes change?' or 'will you go out with my ex even though you know I still like him?' I'm better at staying friends with boys for a long time, honestly girls baffle me. Also that perhaps I am not a very good friend, I tend to be a bit unstable, this can't be fun to be around, and I'm stuck in my ways, I haven't changed much since I was 15, I'm not ready to settle down yet, no kids or house for me, but at the same time I don't like clubbing, or big event, or really outgoing people.
At least now I am really motivated to meet people, far to scared at the moment, but at least I want to, once I do have the courage to talk to more people hopefully I'll be able to make wise choices and make the move from acquaintance to friend.
Monday 18 February 2013
A new start.
I've recently started Cognitive Behavioural Therapy due to my social anxiety issues. This was started by me crying at my doctor, a lot, about the fact I have no friends and had a panic attack when I tried to make some. She referred me to my area's mental health service, I then proceeded to cry a lot at the person on the phone, twice. The second time the mental health worker said I was suitable to CBT, and that I had to go to a group induction to IAPT (Improving Access to Psychological Therapies) but that I wouldn't need to talk to anyone while I was there. It turned out to be a group question and answer session that I sat through in stony silence, sweating, blushing and trying not to cry. Horrific, but I couldn't leave because then I wouldn't get CBT.
Finally, I came of the waiting list, unsurprisingly the first session consisted a lot of my crying while my nice therapist asked lots of question about my past and social difficulties. Surprisingly, on my second session, about what CBT is, I did not cry at all. Clearly already I am making progress. My first proper session will be in two weeks, and I have homework to do for it, which I am actually finding strangely exciting. Next week I have a doctor's appointment where I have to tell her I haven't been taking the anti-depressants she prescribed because they made me really nauseous, I'm assuming she won't mind though.
So, basically, I seem to be spending half of my life at the doctor's or hospital at the moment, luckily my work don't mind and therapy is one of the things I am not embarrassed about, for some reason. In fact, I am highly motivated about it, though it took me over three years to get to the point something had to be done, if I had kept on the way I had been going I could have easily ended up house-bound.
I don't know if my lack of friends is responsible for my social anxiety or my social anxiety is the reason for my lack of friends. Both possibly. The upshot is that I started falling out of contact with people after uni, even those friends I was living with, not helped by a pretty major bout of depression where I wanted everyone else around me to feel as bad as I did. They didn't, but a lot of them did stop being friends with me. I met my boyfriend, stopped socialising with anyone else, and forgot how to talk to new people. Possibly the fact I was, and am, so happy with my boyfriend, made me feel like I didn't need anyone else.
I carried on without friends, not really minding, for a while, though it was lonely, I missed talking to girls. In the last year I have minded more and more, and I have tried to talk to people, but been too scared and embarrassed to. Some days almost everything seems too scary. I ran out of a dance class I'd been longing to go to after two minutes, crying, hyperventilating and slightly hyspterical. Nothing has ever activated my flight or fight responce so much, the adrenaline was horrible and I was sent home from worl the next day because I was still a total wreck. So I went to the doctor.
And now I'm here. I'm not very good at talking to people, especially strangers, especially groups, but I can write. So, I will write how I'm feeling and how my therapy is going but also I will write about my quest to find people to socialise with, online or offline. It'll be one of those dating blogs, but with more introspection.
Finally, I came of the waiting list, unsurprisingly the first session consisted a lot of my crying while my nice therapist asked lots of question about my past and social difficulties. Surprisingly, on my second session, about what CBT is, I did not cry at all. Clearly already I am making progress. My first proper session will be in two weeks, and I have homework to do for it, which I am actually finding strangely exciting. Next week I have a doctor's appointment where I have to tell her I haven't been taking the anti-depressants she prescribed because they made me really nauseous, I'm assuming she won't mind though.
So, basically, I seem to be spending half of my life at the doctor's or hospital at the moment, luckily my work don't mind and therapy is one of the things I am not embarrassed about, for some reason. In fact, I am highly motivated about it, though it took me over three years to get to the point something had to be done, if I had kept on the way I had been going I could have easily ended up house-bound.
I don't know if my lack of friends is responsible for my social anxiety or my social anxiety is the reason for my lack of friends. Both possibly. The upshot is that I started falling out of contact with people after uni, even those friends I was living with, not helped by a pretty major bout of depression where I wanted everyone else around me to feel as bad as I did. They didn't, but a lot of them did stop being friends with me. I met my boyfriend, stopped socialising with anyone else, and forgot how to talk to new people. Possibly the fact I was, and am, so happy with my boyfriend, made me feel like I didn't need anyone else.
I carried on without friends, not really minding, for a while, though it was lonely, I missed talking to girls. In the last year I have minded more and more, and I have tried to talk to people, but been too scared and embarrassed to. Some days almost everything seems too scary. I ran out of a dance class I'd been longing to go to after two minutes, crying, hyperventilating and slightly hyspterical. Nothing has ever activated my flight or fight responce so much, the adrenaline was horrible and I was sent home from worl the next day because I was still a total wreck. So I went to the doctor.
And now I'm here. I'm not very good at talking to people, especially strangers, especially groups, but I can write. So, I will write how I'm feeling and how my therapy is going but also I will write about my quest to find people to socialise with, online or offline. It'll be one of those dating blogs, but with more introspection.
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