I am constantly thinking up rituals.... that will save me from something terrible...I realize with my mind that it will not help, but I do the rituals...It goes automatically...How would I get rid of it.... For example, when I start to feel anxious, I get compulsive hand tics. You can see it. And the anxiety gets less. I realize it has nothing to do with my anxiety decreasing, but the tics are there. And it doesn't look good on people. I have a habit of not stepping on cracks and manholes. When I see a coin lying on the ground, I have a fear that I will have a bad day. If I met a woman in the morning . it would also be a bad day...My nervous tics manifest themselves while driving...I get very nervous on the road...I even skinned my first steering wheel . Someone chews on my legs, and I rip off the steering wheel...It was in a foam cover, and I was at a stoplight, and I forged "holes" in it. something instead of a soft toy. My "ragged" steering wheel looked like an "experienced" steering wheel and made, oddly enough, a good impression on women. Because I had "scratched" the car many times, I polished it many times. and my car looked very good. Outside of the shen there is no way you could tell it was the car of someone who is afraid and doesn't know how to drive. Lately, I've developed a "wheel neurosis". I started to fear that my wheels would fall off when I was driving. And this is in my 8th year of driving experience. It's a very difficult condition for me because I'm really afraid of getting into an accident. I'd drive out and start listening. I'd hear a thump. And that's it, my neurosis begins. I had images of myself flying into an oncoming car, then a scone from the car...and I started pounding. So I went to a couple of repair shops. And there was done everything they could do to take money from me. But I heard a thump. I changed a bunch of parts that hold and spin the wheel. For a while I was feeling better. At home, I listened to wheel knocking on the internet for various faults (there is such a site), and searched for my wheel. I did not know that I had "musical hearing", I never sang or played musical instruments. At the mother's room, they took me for a fool at first. Then they respected me when they found a broken bearing (next to the tire). Then I decided to buy a perfectly new tire so it wouldn't "rustle". because mine was worn down unevenly. After that I had a nervous breakdown. I drove away from the workshop and heard a strong "rustling". I told my wife that the wheels had been badly put on, apparently. She said, "It's just your imagination." So I drove down the street. It was a big bang, I was pounding. I stopped, I looked at the wheels, nothing outside... I was wet with sweat, fear, and I already realized that here we go! It's time for the wheels to fall off...And then my wife started laughing...and the rumbling disappeared. by the way. "Look, the labels from the wheels have fallen off"-said she....Oh, yes...big labels with the price and other things were glued on the tread of the wheels...the service workers did not take them off...and I heard the paper hitting the road surface.... My wife says I'm sick...and I don't know...but I'll go again tomorrow and listen to the wheels.....

F, 29. I don't have a good relationship with my employees. It's starting to affect me a lot. My team doesn't seem to respect me. I try to be friendly and understanding, but it doesn't seem to work. They often push back against my decisions. I think they question my authority, and it's wearing me down. When things go wrong, they expect me to take the blame for it when I’m not in the wrong. But I can't do that. I believe in accountability, and I think it's important to own up to mistakes

I'm losing sleep over this. I dread going to work because I know I'll face more resistance and pressure. I feel like I'm failing as a leader, and it's eating away at my confidence. It's hard to stay positive when it feels like nothing I do is right. They’re being lazy and I can’t force them to work. I've considered talking to my boss about it, but I'm worried about how it will look. I don't want to seem incapable or weak

I need advice from anyone who has been in a similar situation. How did you handle it? What can I do to improve my relationship with my team without compromising my values? Any tips or insights would be greatly appreciated.

My greetings to everyone!! I am writing about my adult “childhood diagnosis”. I was diagnosed with ADHD. Well, this is simply restless and overly distracted. Well, this happens often in children. They run around, spin, and do not sit still even if they are punished. Mothers suffer greatly with such children. Previously, doctors said “it will grow up, everything will pass.” Well, now doctors say that it turns out. remains in adults. Well, I have no doubt. since there are adults who run around like an electric broom. Well, doctors recently included me in this group. I told them that I was extremely restless as a child. Grandma always held my hand. Either I ran far away, or I immediately fell. If my brother went out for a walk with me, he also wouldn’t let go of my hand. He even played football. holding my hand. And it didn’t “stress” me. I ran fine with it. I did well at school. I studied extremely well at the institute. The problem was that the pace of presentation of material in lectures was slow for me. And I really missed you. I wasn't bored for long at the lecture because I can't sit quietly and do nothing. I planned the lecture time as follows: I write a lecture...in the intervals between this (and they are more than I need) I write my homework, in parallel. Do you think that's all? I’m bored, all this and I still have an interesting magazine on my desk and my friend and I are leafing through it. I look at the pictures and they make me laugh. I also planned to go out into the corridor during the lecture to walk around or go to the library (there is less line at the lecture). I managed to do everything. And listen and write and watch. And he studied well. For my restlessness during an optimal lecture, I needed a faster presentation of information with a change of pictures, video and audio. But that's not all...For perfect concentration, I need to do two things at the same time. Or at least shoot a video and write. Then everything is ok, and I’m not very bored. Therefore, when they told me that I had ADHD, I said to the doctor “so what? What’s wrong?” The doctor told me “if you get tired, that’s bad.” Well, yes, I’m tired... when I’m lying tired, I write and read a lot on the Internet. It’s boring to just lie down... I enjoy several phones, streams of information... but my sleep is also restless... that’s why I went to the doctor... I’m writing here to support others with ADHD

Hi everyone, I came to this site to tell my story, maybe it will help someone. This is my experience of overcoming fears. The thing is that I was very afraid to drive a car. No, the words "very afraid" do not convey my condition at all. I was shaking behind the wheel. A lot of people run to get their license as soon as they turn 18. I didn't. My parents kept telling me, "how many accidents? You'll be safe." Or "look how the neighbor crashed the car", "here, she has a head injury, and now she's sick, and if she hadn't driven the car, she'd be in one piece". And it was imprinted in my head that "a car is scary, an accident, disability". I was also told that I was "inattentive", "it's very difficult to drive a car". And I was afraid. Every year the need to drive increased. So I decided to get my license. I asked my father to teach me how to drive, and I was told no, "It's dangerous." I asked my husband to teach me to drive a little bit at a time. To which I got a "you can't handle it...and you'll delete the car" refusal. I don't remember exactly what the "last straw" was, but I decided to study for my license "secretly". I paid for a driving school and started attending classes. I learned the theory quickly. But when the practice of driving began, I started to have fears. I remembered everything that I was told "you can't do it, it's hard"....

I was shaking while driving, I was paralyzed by fear and I really couldn’t. The instructor told me and another guy that we were the worst. Moreover, when we started training in a city where there was a lot of traffic, I was afraid of cars. Everyone. It seemed to me that they would definitely come at me. Or I'm on them. Large or expensive cars were especially scary. Because a big car is a potential death

Due to panic while driving, I did not listen to the instructor. The instructor considered himself very experienced, and his pride was greatly affected by the fact that he could not teach me. In the morning, he told me that when he saw that the first student on his schedule was me, he assessed his day as unsuccessful. I told him that he was probably a bad teacher. Angry, he told me “I will teach you, no matter what it costs me.” He explained that I needed to remove the “barrier”.

When I started driving in the car, we continued to argue about whether he was a good teacher. During the argument, I became angry, and it no longer mattered to me whether I was afraid or not. I was all in this argument. At some point, the instructor said admiringly, “look how well you rode,” when you’re angry, you forget about fear. I myself was surprised that this was so. Yes, he was right, I drove and was not afraid, I went through all the turns. At this point, I got a call from work asking me to come over right away. I hurried off and asked my driving instructor to drive me. And he said no. I got angry, so I drove myself. I was only thinking that I had to get there as soon as possible, there was no fear, because my mind was dominated by "hurry to work". At the intersection, I looked at the instructor and saw that he was happy. "You are driving very well! You see, when you really have to go somewhere, you are not afraid", he said. He was smiling and satisfied. I can say that breaking my fear barrier was helped by my anger. When I was angry, there was no fear. But that doesn't mean I didn't work on the residual slight fear of driving later on. But I'll write about that another time)