Anxiety Support Group
Anxiety is a physical condition marked by intense and persistent feelings of distress, fear, angst or dread. General anxiety caused by routine day-to-day stresses usually passes quickly and is experienced by almost everyone at one time or another. However, such feelings that linger over time and are very difficult to cope with, and which lack a clear cause, may indicate...

About 6 months ago, I went on a few dates with a guy I had met at school. He seemed nice, still does, and besides being 2-3 years older, I saw no reason not to say yes when he asked me out. After 2 dates, I knew he wasn't someone I would be interested in romantically, so I told him I wasn't looking for a relationship at the time. (This was true, though not the most honest explanation). He asked if we could still be friends, and I said yes.
Over the summer, he texted me a few times, and we had a few friendly converstions. Once we got back on campus, he asked if I wanted to hang out. It went well, but I got some vibes that he was trying to push things romantically again. I understood why he might think that I wanted a relationship now, seeing as I had said that was the reason I didn't want to date in February, so I texted him that night to confirm that I only wanted to be friends. He responded asking if we could talk on the phone about our unique definitions of what dating was. He told me he considered dating to be "a little more physically than close friends." I told him we could be good friends, though I don't think I was clear enough about the definitley-not-more-than-that part.
Fast forward to a week ago, he asked if we could take a walk in this forest/park nearby. I said yes, mostly because I had taken a raincheck in the days previous when he'd asked to do something. During the walk, which started at about 8pm, it grew dark, and I asked if we could turn back soon. He kept pushing that we go deeper into the woods. I was getting uncomfortable, but I knew he wasn't a threatening person, so I went along. At some point in the evening, he got close to me and asked if he could put his arm around me. I really didn't want him to, but I couldn't bring myself to say no. Rather, I hestitated and eeked out a little "okay." He put his arm around my waste with his hand flat against my ribs, and I felt discusting.
I continued to ask about going back to the entrance, now using the excuse that I had homework to finish up, and he eventually started leading us back. (I should point out that I don't know my way around massive park, but he runs there often, so he was the only one who knew how to get out). At this point he asked if he could come over to my apartment to study, and kept trying to get me to take off my mask. I told him my roommates wouldn't want visitors at this hour, a lie, and kept my mask firmly in place. Once we got out of the park, he insisted he walk me home. I told him no several times, and he finally listened about halfway to my apartment.
I know that I wasn't clear enough about my emotions and feelings. I needed to be more upfront with him about what I wanted out of our relationship. After that night, I felt nauseous and gross. I went home and cried for a bit, then went on a walk with my friend to calm down. Does anyone have any tips on how to be less afraid to say what I mean/feel? Or how to tell people no? (sorry about the long post :) )
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While I ardently believe it is important to express and validate my feelings, there are times it is counter-productive to offer explanations. Talking to somebody who is trying to manipulate my emotions is one of those times. I've been married for 40 years and sometimes my husband still fits that proverbial shoe.
In those situations, I let "No." be a complete sentence. Explanations will only offer more opportunity for manipulation and/or argument and I do not **owe** you any explanation, whatsoever. "No means no, Bubba. Get over ^it^." My reasons are my own.
Later, after I have enough evidence that my boundary is both accepted and respected without explanation, discussing the reasons and emotions attached to the "No" comes far more easily and naturally.
But that is me. . .
Gentle support while you decide what is right for you. Sort freely. Sort often. Rambling allowed. Welcome aboard.
Keep it simple. No means no.
No explanation necessary. In fact, the less you say, the stronger the word is meant.
Writing it out is a safe way to release all the mixed up feelings, thoughts, emotions, and words.