Dread Journal: I Coped With My Social Anxiety By Getting Drunk At My Boyfriend’s Holiday Party

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Celia Kramer is a writer living with debilitating anxiety. In her weekly column, Celia will write about the horrible and hilarious world of fear, dread, paranoia, phobias, panic attacks, and trying to function as a halfway normal person. Some names and inconsequential details have been changed to protect the privacy of the people in her life.

Office parties can be interminable affairs for even the calmest of humans–maybe nobody in your office is friendly, or there’s no open bar, or worse, your party is kid friendly. Maybe it’s not even your holiday party–you’re just someone’s dumb date who didn’t know that nothing in life, even free dinner, is really free.

A few years ago, Louis informed me that his company would be having a holiday party and that he wanted me to go with him. That was the only information he provided, and I said yes because I am an idiot in love. As December rolled on, more details about the party emerged. Instead of just his company, it would be his company and another, related company sharing the party. The other company was much larger, and it meant that Louis and his coworkers would only know about 30% of the guests. Children were encouraged. We got two free drinks and that was it–they wouldn’t even let us buy more. Two drinks for the whole night. And finally, the most egregious offense of all: it would take place on a boat.

Boats, parties, and social anxiety are a horrible mix. If I have to attend a party, it takes concentrated efforts of psyching myself up, changing my outfit at least four times, and deciding I won’t attend at least twice before finally being cajoled into going. Typically, once I get there I have fun. Most days I forget that I’m actually pretty friendly and likable, and I’m the person at the party who can talk to anyone. Having social anxiety has actually made me a more enjoyable person to be around in a twisted way, because it propagated a whole host of defense mechanism to mask my terror. I’m funny, charming, and a good listener, and I developed all of those skills so that I wouldn’t self destruct into a melting shame ball anytime I was in a social setting. What really makes the crushing anxiety bearable is the prospect that I can leave whenever I want. When my stomach starts to turn as I ring the doorbell, I say “I can just leave” in my head, over and over, like an anti-social, no fun mantra. And it works. But you can’t leave a boat. You just can’t.

Louis had only recently started working at this company, and while he was immediately well-liked, it’s not like he had work friends I had met to socialize with. So I decided to make some emergency coping decisions and immediately walked over to the bar. I try not to drink too much because hangovers tend to make me very susceptible to panic attacks, but I also try to balance that with how much I love drinking and how much drinking in moderation helps to dull my crippling anxiety in social situations. Using drinking to cope isn’t fantastic I guess, but don’t we all use drinking to cope with something or other?

And so, it’s 30 minutes into this party. I’m in a fancy dress, surrounded by people I’ve never met, children are running everywhere, and I’m already pretty drunk.

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    • Lindsey Conklin

      hahah this is so great!

    • Carla

      I don’t quite understand how severe your social anxiety is if you always forget that “…you can talk to anyone at a party.” Isn’t it generally part of having social anxiety that one find it hard to talk people in a social situation? In fact, isn’t that what social anxiety is?

      • Carrie

        Plus she has a boyfriend evidently. How the hell did that happen? I think someone confused situational shyness with a disorder again..