When I was young I was confident. In my twenties I became very insecure. I would change my clothes like 20 times before I would leave the housel. I would get nervous around strangers. As I’ve aged I’ve mellowed but I still sometimes get insecure for no reason. Do you struggle with this? Is it one of the reasons it’s hard to go out? Does it affect your decision making?
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@tera
I’m insecure. I’m overly concerned about judgment from others. It can paralyze me to the point that I’m afraid to go out.
I think I just have to plunge in.
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@kindness is it your looks, your mannerisms or you socialization skills that you are insecure about? Or is it something else? I’m sorry it’s hard to go out. It’s hard for me too sometimes especially if I will encounter strangers that I may have to talk to.
yeah I am like that too I think 
at a certain aspect.
But I have grown to not care much. I only care more to be myself and not hurt anybody.
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@tera
I think my insecurities are due to my upbringing and life experiences. My father was stoic, and my mom was doting. Whatever I did was dangerous (it wasn’t dangerous). Also, after I returned from the navy I was raped, and that caused social problems.
omg, that’s terrible. I’m so sorry that happened to you. I just don’t know what else to say. It must be hard her telling you everything was dangerous and then it proved to be true. That would mess with anyone’s head
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@tera
Thanks.
Mothers have to let their kids explore (within reason), and, yes, they might get hurt.
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Yes. I am insecure due to my mannerisms and social skills. My insecurities dominate the decisions I make. I hate it, but there it is.
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I have to stop caring about what other people might think of me, or my clothing, etc. The truth is that they don’t care–and if they do that’s their problem.
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Insecurities can be so pervasive we don’t even realize how much we have to compensate for them. Popping up like an anxiety attack, heart palpitations, lump in the throat, tunnel vision, shallow breathing or hyperventilation and butterflies in the tummy.
I feel insecure about my thoughts and have to tell myself no one can read my mind. I worry though that people will somehow read me and they will know there is something terribly wrong with me. I comes down to that I guess, deep down I feel I’m flawed beyond help. I guess I don’t expect to be accepted by anyone because I don’t accept myself. I definitely have to work on that.