I’m not the first or last person with hyperhidrosis. Neither are you. During the years i’ve read so many people write and tell about their condition. I think reading below allows you to feel little bit more normal.

“I didn’t know that there was a name for this problem. I thought that it was just me and that I couldn’t do anything about it. Even my doctor told me, You are just going to have to learn to live with it.”

“I no longer want to be involved in school activities. It’s just too embarrassing because I’ll break out in sweat without warning. My buddies think that I’m nervous and anxious.”

“I used to be the student body president until my facial blush became so severe that I just couldn’t go on.”

“I spend less time with my friends because of the constant anxiety that I have over my sweating.”

“While studying to be a chef at a New York City culinary school, I was almost fired after they accused me of spitting into the batter. It’s just that my hands were dripping with sweat.”

“My girlfriend once grabbed me by my shirt and asked me, Why don’t you touch me? I was afraid that my cold and clammy hands would turn her off. After I told her about my condition, she said that she understood.”

“Dating is almost out of the question because of my condition.”

“I didn’t go to my high school prom. This is just one more thing that I missed out on.”

“I am a student in college, and I don’t want to go out in public to meet men because I am afraid that they may get repulsed by my sweating.”

“At the last minute, I almost didn’t go to college. My mom forced me to go. I didn’t want to go to a new place only to get embarrassed before new strangers.”

“My four year old doesn’t want me to hold his hands. He said that he didn’t like holding my wet hands.”

“I even sweat when I’m alone at home. I may be watching a movie or reading a book and suddenly I start to sweat.”

“I make sure that I am the last one into a conference room or to church and the first one out. This way I don’t have to meet people and embarrass myself by shaking hands with them.”

“Two days before my wedding, I had an anxiety attack. After visualizing walking down the aisle, the ring ceremony and the reception line, I panicked and called off the wedding. My hands and face would have been dripping with sweat. That relationship is now over.”

“I almost called off attending my best friend’s wedding where I was to be the maid of honor. I knew that I would ruin the dress, that my hands would cause people to flinch and then they would have to try to be polite.”


“My husband is a minister and the congregation accused me of being snobbish because I appeared reserved. I did everything to avoid shaking hands with them.”

“I stand out in a crowd because my face glows red from facial blushing. People think that I am either sick or extremely anxious.”

“I find that I now take fewer risks in my life because of my condition. It is as if I’ve created a glass ceiling.”

“I’m a computer programmer and my sweating hands drip sweat onto the keyboard.”

“I rust my tools at the machine shop.”

“I’ve gone through life with this problem, gotten my law degree and developed a successful practice, but now I just want to get rid of this thing.”

“I have to hold my baby with a towel or I may drop him because of my wet hands.”

“No one really understands what this condition does to me, not even my parents.”

“I’ve blown job interviews and sales because of my sweating.”

“My armpits are always wet and there are many clothes that I can’t wear.”

“I changed my college major because of my sweating hands. I wanted to be an artist but I kept staining my artwork with my sweat, so I became a school teacher.”

“My husband complains that I don’t touch him at night, but my hands are cold and wet and I know that it would bother him.”

“Presenting before people is always the worst of times. My face will glow red. The audience must think that I’m extremely nervous or that I must not feel well. This only magnifies my anxiety.”

“If I think about sweating, I’ll sweat, but then my anxiety starts because of the sweating, and then the sweating only gets worse. Once the cycle starts, I can’t stop it.”

“I’m an FBI agent. One day, I discovered that I was the one who was sweating during the interrogation of a suspect while he was cool and dry. This is just not right.”

“After a playing few bars during my first piano recital, I quit and walked away from the piano. The keys were wet with sweat. I’ll never forget that moment. Since that time, I haven’t played the piano.”

“My eyes burn after I inserted my sweat-stained contacts.”

“I’m so embarrassed by my sweaty hands that I don’t want to go with my husband to parties.”

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