I know we all probably have terms for anxiety and panic attacks, but I refer to mine as meltdowns.
I guess it doesn't really matter what I call them because no matter what they suck and make me feel like I'm never getting better and I can't enjoy life.
This past Friday my sister convinced me to go to dinner with her class at a nearby restaurant; when I expressed my fears of melting down, she assured me she wouldn't let anyone get behind me (an easy way of setting me off, I can't help it).
The good news: I made it an hour, a whole hour despite the noise and my dislike of crowds.
The bad news: I guess at one point it got really loud, which scares me. I don't handle loud places very well because there is just too much going on and I shut down, I dissociate to escape from the anxiety and fear I guess. I think when it started to become too much I tried to just cover my ears for a moment but that moment turned into over an hour....I don't even remember, I was that far receded into my mind. My sister told me later that she didn't realize I'd gotten overwhelmed until it was too late-- I didn't respond at all.
All I remember was being terrified. My heart was pounding and I wanted to cry. In fact, when I finally made it back to my apartment I just sat on the couch and curled into a ball, shaking and crying while trying not to scream from the fear.
I hate this, I hate it so much. I feel like I can't enjoy my life because this isn't even the first time I've melted down like that. It happens almost daily and I get to a point I just don't want to leave my room. Which sucks, because I genuinely like people on my good days.
Sorry for the length, guys, I am just wondering if anyone has suggestions or even encouragement on how to keep myself from becoming a recluse.
I guess it doesn't really matter what I call them because no matter what they suck and make me feel like I'm never getting better and I can't enjoy life.
This past Friday my sister convinced me to go to dinner with her class at a nearby restaurant; when I expressed my fears of melting down, she assured me she wouldn't let anyone get behind me (an easy way of setting me off, I can't help it).
The good news: I made it an hour, a whole hour despite the noise and my dislike of crowds.
The bad news: I guess at one point it got really loud, which scares me. I don't handle loud places very well because there is just too much going on and I shut down, I dissociate to escape from the anxiety and fear I guess. I think when it started to become too much I tried to just cover my ears for a moment but that moment turned into over an hour....I don't even remember, I was that far receded into my mind. My sister told me later that she didn't realize I'd gotten overwhelmed until it was too late-- I didn't respond at all.
All I remember was being terrified. My heart was pounding and I wanted to cry. In fact, when I finally made it back to my apartment I just sat on the couch and curled into a ball, shaking and crying while trying not to scream from the fear.
I hate this, I hate it so much. I feel like I can't enjoy my life because this isn't even the first time I've melted down like that. It happens almost daily and I get to a point I just don't want to leave my room. Which sucks, because I genuinely like people on my good days.
Sorry for the length, guys, I am just wondering if anyone has suggestions or even encouragement on how to keep myself from becoming a recluse.