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DescriptionDiagonally-Parked in a Parallel Universe : Working Through Social Anxiety by Signe A. Dayhoff English | EPUB | ISBN-10: 0967126509 | ISBN-13: 978-0967126500 March 15, 2013 | Effectiveness-Plus Pubns Psychology & Counseling, Social Psychology & Interactions CONTENTS 13 Chapters Excerpt: Joanna’s heart galloped, the surging blood thundering in her ears, painting her face and neck crimson. The butterflies in her knotted stomach were flapping their wings with greater force as the time drew near. Sweat trickled down her. She was sure everyone could see her soggy, wrinkled blouse, even with her jacket on. Perched on the edge of her chair in her college English class, 35-year-old Joanna had started the countdown for the instructor’s call for the students’ five-minute presentations to begin. It was always the same. Whenever she had to speak before a group, her mouth instantaneously became parched. Her tongue stuck to her hard palate. Words caught in her throat. And those incomprehensible phrases that managed to escape flooded the audience in a tidal wave of croaked stutters and stammers. All the while she gasped for breath, quaking. You’re a mess, girl, she chided herself. Joanna knew she couldn’t present for even five minutes without looking like a laughingstock. Her mindless sense of dread was one reason she was still in the process of trying to get through school. Fear of public speaking seemed to malevolently greet her in every subject, rendering her unable to stick with one major and finish her college degree. Just standing before the group of confident 19-year-olds reduced her to quivering jelly. Having to speak on top of that totally liquefied her resolve. She already knew how the audience would respond: They’d either look disgusted at this pathetic old person or smirk and snicker at the absurdity of her trying to pull it off. Once again she’d be embarrassed, … no, humiliated. Every last one of them, including the instructor, would write her off as being a loser. Once again, she sighed with a grimace, I’m a failure. Sharing Widget |
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