In reply to flopsicle:
I had the same about 3 years after starting climbing. I was in my mid 30’s and knew I was no sports hero but wanted to do my best.
Then I blew my elbow out. Up to that point I had had the perfect cocktail of getting nowhere with this sport. I’d been believing all the nonsense on ukc news about E8’s, reading rock warriors way and visualising success and countless other bollocks. In short I’d been pressuring myself to succeed. And frankly this was mainly centered round pulling like f*ck all the time, and if I was just a bit stronger I could pull like f*ck even more!
Then with a blown out elbow i went on a long well planned rehab through a good sports physio and ………. Decided to learn how to climb instead!
A systemic shift!
It started with me going to the crags and just playing. See how my feet felt. What did it feel like to move. Guide books lived at home. I was not there to do any “problems” Just me and bouldering mat playing about. Couldn’t really use my arm much either so I’d instead learnt how not to.
If I met anyone out I told them I was “nah I’m just pissing around. Having a play”. Amazing how many of the really hardcore climbers understood this and started pointing out the fun ones to try. Anyway confidence and fun on the rock slowly started to come. Even if I was never more than a foot off the floor
Bouldering wall was just using all the colours. Again no problems. Just playing about. Tying to traverse at the top. Getting used to height whilst i got my arm better. Lots of movement.
I started to take a lot more enjoyment out of it. No pressure.
A major observation for me was the difference in how different climbers talked about climbing.
The shirts off brigade at climbing walls used words like “pysch” and “visualisations” and only talking numbers and letters of climbing grades. I was never going to be as good as them so that was pointless. It was very competitive alpha dog situation.
On the other hand, all the terrifying looking old trad climbers wondering around Yorkshire permanently talked about how scared they’d been on a climb, regardless of the grade. Polishing V diff chimneys, thrutchy VS jamming cracks, naughty E3’s, pokey for E4. They all seemed to be battles. That’s because they all are! For all of us. All the time. So it didn’t matter if I was scared. They had been when they’d done that one too. Pretending you weren’t going to have a fight up there was folly. So don’t worry about it and embrace it.
I started playing, took the pressure off and slowly improved. It was fun.
Anyway, stick at it and i hope you enjoy it.