A guy who just moved to New York from France enters the middle of the circle and talks about traveling in India.
It’s a meandering narrative riddled with generalities, and although he doesn’t sound nervous, when he turns away from me, I see his fingers trembling violently behind his back.
In the email Rebecca writes me the next day, she says, “I remember way back in sixth grade, our teachers would gather 30-40 of us at a time and show us how to be social.
Other than that distant memory, I never had a class like [Chris Luna’s], and I severely wish I had.” The final exercise of the night is a touch game.
By contrast, several other students fidget, stare at the floor, and admit nothing.
Not all of tonight’s participants have been diagnosed with social anxiety disorder (SAD), but whether they’ll admit it aloud or not, they all know that they have something like it.
” one man says when it’s his turn), Luna offers some tips: Focus on something specific. If you’re talking about a car, give us its make and color. Rebecca tells us that, against her family’s wishes, she wants to get a Triforce tattooed on her wrist.“When I get nervous,” says a young woman named Rebecca, “I shut down.