codeman38:

jumpingjacktrash:

d3viantvanguard:

xubbs:

a-username-i-do-not-care:

Reblog if you believe phone call anxiety is real and it isn’t childish bad behavior.

Trying to prove a point to this job helper.

Phone calls can be harder on your anxiety bc you cant pick up on the other persons behavioral cues as you talk with them

^^^^

After 10+ years of psychotherapy, almost all of my social anxiety triggers are now at a manageable level—even academic public speaking, which was my #1 worst trigger for most of my life—except for my phone anxiety. It’s literally the one and only thing I’ve never been able to significantly improve.

I have to talk the whole conversation through with my friends beforehand.

I have to get explicit confirmation from my friends that “yes, you really need to ring that person right now”.

I have to write scripts.

I have to take anti-anxiety meds, or get drunk.

I only ever ring someone as the very last resort, when all other methods are unavailable.

I hyperventilate and cry afterwards.

I’m also a 28-year-old scientist with three degrees and a teaching position. I’m normally a logical (albeit emotional) person. But anxiety is not logical.

Anxiety is due to inability to correctly perceive threats—more specifically, due to both increased expectation and increased frequency of false recognition of threats in response to neutral stimuli (this is called “pessimistic bias”). Social anxiety simply means that this inability to correctly perceive threats is specific to social interactions, rather than generalised to all aspects of life. (For example, a resting facial expression or lack of verbal acknowledgement
is more likely to be perceived as anger, disgust or rejection by a
socially anxious person than a neurotypical person. But a socially anxious person is not particularly more likely to worry throughout the day that they’ve left their stove on.)

Therefore, socially anxious people learn to cope with this bias by becoming hypervigilant to social cues such as posture, hand gestures, nodding, eye contact, eyebrow position, mouth tightness, tone of voice, talking speed etc., and then using all the available information to attempt to be logical and “talk down the anxiety”. We also learn to be high self-monitors, which means that we closely observe our audience and constantly (subconsciously) monitor their responses in order to ensure that they accept us and deem us “appropriate”.

But non-verbal social cues aren’t available
during phone calls!

There isn’t any body language to read, or eyes to look into. You can’t monitor your audience for approval. They don’t follow the script you prepared. All you have is their voice, which is usually masked (everyone seems to have a “phone voice”, “customer service voice” or “professional voice”) and distorted by the phone and is therefore useless. All of a sudden you’re back to relying on a single neutral stimulus, and the pessimistic bias kicks in, and you start to panic because you’re not getting constant feedback.

It’s a Recognised Psychological Thing™.

Phone anxiety (actually, phone phobia) is one of the most common, most recognised and most treated phobias in the world. Social anxiety—of which phone phobia is an extremely prevalent trigger—is one of the most common, most recognised and most treated

anxiety disorders in the world.

It’s most definitely real, most definitely not “childish”, and you’re not alone.

also, if you have any degree of sensory processing disorder, difficulty processing language, or hearing problems – which aren’t limited to just ‘volume too quiet’ but also include things like being unable to pick out speech from background noise, or distinguish phonemes when someone has an accent or talks too fast – then voice calls are legitimately REALLY DIFFICULT.

it’s like trying to read semaphore in a snowstorm while having an allergy attack.

yes, that is hard.

no, it’s not just you.

no, you’re not making it up for attention, being a baby, or lazy.

voice calls are simply not as good as text.

the fact that most businesses will not communicate via text is a combination of inertia and ableism, not a sign that everyone but you loves voice calls and you’re a weirdo. frankly most people kinda hate them unless it’s a loved one whose voice you want to hear.

Auditory processing is a major part of phone anxiety for me.

I’ve dealt with more calls than I’d like where, even after asking someone to repeat themselves, I just could not catch what they were saying. It got to be frustrating for both me and the other person as I kept asking for repetition and struggling to understand. And it’s totally luck of the draw if I’m calling anywhere new, or answering a call from an unknown number, so the anxiety skyrockets in both of those cases. (Will the pitch and timbre of their voice be something that I can hear clearly, or something that gets distorted by the phone line? What accent do they have? How fast will they talk?)

My auditory memory is not that great even when I can hear clearly, and it gets even worse when I’m using up mental processing cycles trying to decipher what I’m hearing, so any call that’s really information-heavy is probably going to result in some information getting lost in transmission. And it’s only worse if the information is numeric (like prices, product codes, times, or credit card numbers), because all the contextual cues that I typically use for disambiguating what I’m hearing are not really useful. (“Sorry, was that six fifty or six fifteen?”)

Another problem for me, though slightly less of one, is worrying about being misunderstood by the other person. This is especially true for any call where I would need to give my name and/or address, because it feels like every time I try to give this information over the phone, it gets misspelled or mistranscribed in new and interesting ways.

And then there are the times my brain just glitches out and I end up saying something completely different than what I meant to. This happens to me in person too (like the time I meant to order chocolate chip cheesecake ice cream and said “cookies and cream”), but it feels like I’m even more prone to this kind of mistake over the phone. (Probably because I’m using so much more in the way of mental resources to follow the conversation, I guess?)

Finally, hot dogs!

The original plan was for me to use sandwich bread again, because I’m desperate enough to voluntarily do that these days. But, the other day Mr. C spotted the closest thing to hot dog buns that I’ve had in at least 10 years 🤗

It’s still proportionately enough bread that I ended up adding a second weenie after getting that shot of the first hot dog. They could also use more structural integrity. But, that beats the hell out of any of the other bun substitutes I’ve resorted to here.

The evening is looking up some 🙄

clatterbane:

It also really doesn’t help that any kind of (hopefully) temporary problem with access to funds throws me straight into “Oh Shit, We’re Totally Broke!!!” poverty panic mode.

With OCD Jerkbrain adding loads of extra fun, and plenty of experience for it to work from.

Being aware this is happening does help with perspective some. But it’s still a PITA to deal with.

No doubt part of the reason that instead of asking for takeout, I decided to play Kitchen MacGyver today when I was super stressed and really did not have the energy.

Better to use what we have, make extra sure not to waste anything, and COOK BEANS 🙄

jumpingjacktrash:

d3viantvanguard:

xubbs:

a-username-i-do-not-care:

Reblog if you believe phone call anxiety is real and it isn’t childish bad behavior.

Trying to prove a point to this job helper.

Phone calls can be harder on your anxiety bc you cant pick up on the other persons behavioral cues as you talk with them

^^^^

After 10+ years of psychotherapy, almost all of my social anxiety triggers are now at a manageable level—even academic public speaking, which was my #1 worst trigger for most of my life—except for my phone anxiety. It’s literally the one and only thing I’ve never been able to significantly improve.

I have to talk the whole conversation through with my friends beforehand.

I have to get explicit confirmation from my friends that “yes, you really need to ring that person right now”.

I have to write scripts.

I have to take anti-anxiety meds, or get drunk.

I only ever ring someone as the very last resort, when all other methods are unavailable.

I hyperventilate and cry afterwards.

I’m also a 28-year-old scientist with three degrees and a teaching position. I’m normally a logical (albeit emotional) person. But anxiety is not logical.

Anxiety is due to inability to correctly perceive threats—more specifically, due to both increased expectation and increased frequency of false recognition of threats in response to neutral stimuli (this is called “pessimistic bias”). Social anxiety simply means that this inability to correctly perceive threats is specific to social interactions, rather than generalised to all aspects of life. (For example, a resting facial expression or lack of verbal acknowledgement
is more likely to be perceived as anger, disgust or rejection by a
socially anxious person than a neurotypical person. But a socially anxious person is not particularly more likely to worry throughout the day that they’ve left their stove on.)

Therefore, socially anxious people learn to cope with this bias by becoming hypervigilant to social cues such as posture, hand gestures, nodding, eye contact, eyebrow position, mouth tightness, tone of voice, talking speed etc., and then using all the available information to attempt to be logical and “talk down the anxiety”. We also learn to be high self-monitors, which means that we closely observe our audience and constantly (subconsciously) monitor their responses in order to ensure that they accept us and deem us “appropriate”.

But non-verbal social cues aren’t available
during phone calls!

There isn’t any body language to read, or eyes to look into. You can’t monitor your audience for approval. They don’t follow the script you prepared. All you have is their voice, which is usually masked (everyone seems to have a “phone voice”, “customer service voice” or “professional voice”) and distorted by the phone and is therefore useless. All of a sudden you’re back to relying on a single neutral stimulus, and the pessimistic bias kicks in, and you start to panic because you’re not getting constant feedback.

It’s a Recognised Psychological Thing™.

Phone anxiety (actually, phone phobia) is one of the most common, most recognised and most treated phobias in the world. Social anxiety—of which phone phobia is an extremely prevalent trigger—is one of the most common, most recognised and most treated

anxiety disorders in the world.

It’s most definitely real, most definitely not “childish”, and you’re not alone.

also, if you have any degree of sensory processing disorder, difficulty processing language, or hearing problems – which aren’t limited to just ‘volume too quiet’ but also include things like being unable to pick out speech from background noise, or distinguish phonemes when someone has an accent or talks too fast – then voice calls are legitimately REALLY DIFFICULT.

it’s like trying to read semaphore in a snowstorm while having an allergy attack.

yes, that is hard.

no, it’s not just you.

no, you’re not making it up for attention, being a baby, or lazy.

voice calls are simply not as good as text.

the fact that most businesses will not communicate via text is a combination of inertia and ableism, not a sign that everyone but you loves voice calls and you’re a weirdo. frankly most people kinda hate them unless it’s a loved one whose voice you want to hear.

It also really doesn’t help that any kind of (hopefully) temporary problem with access to funds throws me straight into “Oh Shit, We’re Totally Broke!!!” poverty panic mode.

With OCD Jerkbrain adding loads of extra fun, and plenty of experience for it to work from.

Being aware this is happening does help with perspective some. But it’s still a PITA to deal with.

Plans for tonight: hot dogs. For which I am currently trying to throw together some lentil chili and a little slaw made out of a fragment of Savoy cabbage lurking in the fridge. Because I really want proper hot dogs with chili, and the store up the street was unexpectedly closed all weekend for some kind of renovations 😒

Don’t know if they’re open now, with the doors blocked off so I couldn’t see if there was a sign–and I just don’t have the spoons to hike up there and see right now. Especially if that means coming back empty handed again, and still needing to use spoons I don’t really have to MacGyver some food out of what we’ve already got at home.

To make things even better, even if I did have the energy to do that and feed us too? Bussing it elsewhere wouldn’t be a reasonable plan, with maybe £20 cash on hand and HSBC having decided to block my debit card for no apparent reason again 😬 (As I also found out over the weekend.) The buses also haven’t taken cash for years now. I guess I could put £10 on an old Oyster card to get to another store and have the other £10 to spend, but nah. Talk about extra hassle and spoons I just do not have available. Hopefully Mr. C will remember to bring more cash, though that’s not helping today.

(And of course my half-deaf ass hasn’t had the wherewithal to try calling the bank to deal with that yet. I’ve been doing without a working credit card for months, for the same reason. Most likely their fucked up anti-fraud algorithms again, but who knows. There’s no accessible way to get in touch about account problems, and my one attempt at dealing with the bank using the shitty relay service here was unpleasant enough that I don’t want to try that again. Going to have to think of something, though, because now I have no direct access to funds whatsoever. While needing to do most shopping online, because disability. I really fucking hate HSBC by now, but nobody else seems to be any better 😧)

Enough disruption that I needed to bitch about it, apparently. I know I don’t handle disruptions that well at the best of times, but this is just too much at one time. When I’m already having a hard time coping lately, as a baseline.

Probably should have just said fuck it, and asked him to get takeout tonight. But, I am stubborn. Plus I didn’t trust those overly expensive GF sausages to stay good much longer after the delays already, and I really wanted some hot dogs after not getting them over the weekend.

Sometimes specific comfort food is exactly what a person needs. Even with kitchen MacGyvering required. Have to do that enough usually between foreign ingredient availability and special dietary requirements, so at least I have gotten decent at it by now.