Some of you are probably already asking yourselves "why would you say you hate yourself"? Well, the answer to that is quite simple - I'm 31 years old and have the social skills of an extremely shy, socially awkward 11-year-old. I have a truly deep-seated fear of interacting with women, and even more especially with women I find attractive. I have absolutely no idea why I have this problem, but it's been there ever since I was in the 6th grade.
First of all, let me say this: You are not alone. Lonely? Very likely. But not alone.
Secondly, social skills take practice. It doesn't matter whether you are pursuing a job, working with colleagues and bosses or asking a girl out on a date.
I've never had a girlfriend and have only been on three dates in my entire life (none of which went further than the first date and none of which went all that well to start with - mostly because of my anxiety). So that means that yes I am, in fact, a 31-year-old virgin, and that's putting it mildly. I'm a 31-year-old who's never even kissed a woman. Hell, I've never even done as much as hold hands with a woman. This is despite the fact that having a relationship is the one and only thing I actually care about in this world.
^ Very useful information. Have you shared this with your therapist? Because I would say this is could key to unlocking your anxieties. If this is truly
all you care about -- with all that life has to offer -- it would explain why you become anxious in the company of a woman -- especially a woman you are interested in. You're so worried about succeeding with her that you literally
can't relax and just enjoy her company.
To this I would add, girls don't bite (unless, of course, you want us to

). We're just like you. We're nervous on a first date. We want it to go well. And we're relieved when we (or you) discover a common interest.
I'm really depressed about this, so much so that I have trouble getting out of bed most mornings. I've even considered suicide over it, though thankfully have never tried to carry it out.
To which I will add, thank God. I lost a cousin to suicide and believe me, it fixes nothing and forever breaks the hearts of all those you leave behind.
I've been seeing a psychologist for over three and a half years due to this depression/anxiety and it hasn't really helped beyond lessening some of the pain momentarily (just by having someone to talk to about it). Though I can't fault the doctor for that failure, as she's really tried her best to help me. We've tried talk therapy, cognitive-behavioral therapy, systematic desensitization therapy, and a whole host of other therapies. We've even tried various types of medications (I can't remember all the different types I've been on, but I know I've tried Prozac, Paxil, Effexor, Celexa, and Buspirone). However, I'm still unable to even make eye contact with women I'm interested in - I'm that anxious.
Nearly four years and you've gotten nowhere?
Two suggestions you might want to consider:
1. Print out your original post here and take it with you for your next session. OR
2. Get a new therapist.
Not surprised the medications didn't help. Pills don't give you confidence. You clearly lack a sense of self-worth. Yet there are people who clearly think you have worth because we want to help.
Add to that the fact that I honestly don't think my family or friends really care about the situation and that further fuels the depression.
They might be at a loss to find ways to help you. You say below that they offer simplistic advice, telling you to go on E-harmony.com which I agree is pointless.
My few friends just brush it off like it's some joke, telling me that "all you have to do is just talk to them." Try as I might to make them understand, they just can't or won't see that that is the problem - I can't just do it. That's like telling a person who's just had his arm cut off with chainsaw to just stop screaming because, after all, all he has to do is "just do it."
Again, people who have no personal experience with emotional problems such as anxiety in certain situations tend to think of depression (or any other mental illness such as phobias) as some kind of weakness to be overcome.
My parents, sister, and brother-in-law, whenever I bring up the subject with them, act completely indifferent about it and often seem like it's nothing more than a burden to them to have to deal with it. Pretty much the only "advice" I get from any of them is when they give me an order - not a suggestion, not a request, an ORDER - to get on Eharmony, like that is going to do anything. I tried Eharmony once, along with other online dating services, and guess what - nothing came from it. Then again, when you're too afraid to talk to women, even from behind the safety of a computer screen, Eharmony isn't going to get you much is it? In fact, they recently ordered me to try Eharmony again. So, I did. I've been on there for about a month now. Guess what - nothing has come from it because I'm too much of a coward to communicate with anybody.
OK, first up: Your problem is not cowardice. So knock that

off.
And I'm not going to go into detail about my sister and brother-in-law, other than to say that it even further depresses that my baby sister beat me to the alter before I've even held hands with a woman. When they got married last October I had to be in the wedding party, since I was the only sibling of the bride. I even had to say the prayer at the start of the reception. I can tell you that that wasn't easy. It still amazes me that I was able to keep a straight face that entire day, since I was literally crying for myself inside.
You're not alone there either. There were four kids in my family. My youngest brother is the only one who married and had kids.
Every day I get up and put on a mask for the world to see that says "everything's fine" because I'm too afraid to let my true feeling show. I've been thinking about posting this stuff here on TrekBBS for quite a while now. I think the only reasons I finally decided to do it were because I've been encouraged to do so by others, I simply had to get this off my chest somehow, and, thanks to my Admiral Shran handle, I can keep my anonymity.
So, if you've read this far, thanks for reading and what do think?
I think you'd be a good friend.