Even just the thought of eating, or putting food in my mouth makes me nauseous (although I've only actually been physically sick as a result of it once). It doesn't affect my health since I eat a stupid amount normally - I just can't eat in "pressure" situations; not at job assessment days, social functions, with mates at a restaurant etc (a bunch of guys is cool but throw in a couple of hot girls and I'm totally screwed, hehe). I have to either grin and bear it or make some stupid excuse up. Actually, these days I usually just tell the truth, which a lot of people find a bit weird! I guess a meal with the GF's parents would be a worst-case scenario, although obviously that won't happen for a while since I have never dated and don't look likely to start until this damn thing stops.
What really pisses me off is that this is just the lingering after effects of being seriously unhappy a couple of years ago. I'm not particularly anxious/nervous these days; no more so than anybody else I think. I saw a university counsellor about it but things lost direction when he decided to root out the anxiety. I am no longer plagued by worry; it just seems as if at some point in the past (when things were bad) I was hypnotised into feeling ill at even the slightest onset of nerves/nervous excitement. I just can't shake it off. :?
Anybody else had a similar problem and managed to deal with it?
P.S. This thread has officially been awarded ME! ME! ME!â„¢ status. Somehow I still manage to find it quite funny (in an existentialistic kind of way).
What really pisses me off is that this is just the lingering after effects of being seriously unhappy a couple of years ago. I'm not particularly anxious/nervous these days; no more so than anybody else I think. I saw a university counsellor about it but things lost direction when he decided to root out the anxiety. I am no longer plagued by worry; it just seems as if at some point in the past (when things were bad) I was hypnotised into feeling ill at even the slightest onset of nerves/nervous excitement. I just can't shake it off. :?
Anybody else had a similar problem and managed to deal with it?
P.S. This thread has officially been awarded ME! ME! ME!â„¢ status. Somehow I still manage to find it quite funny (in an existentialistic kind of way).