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I think last night was just suffering night!
YA, yes, I have had it happen, it is a very normal symptom of mine. It was hard to, no, not hard, I could not convince my husband it was an attack as I stumbled around and my voice slurred he would think I drank too much no matter how much I denied being drunk. It was only after I went sober did he realize as it still happens it really was an attack(s) and my threapist told him it happens during the attacks with a lot of people and they do indeed appear drunk. Doesn't happen with every attack. I bet if you had tried to speak with someone your words would have been garbled up and not made sense to boot! And I know my neighbors think I am nuts. I have walked up and down my long drive a hundred times trying to burn off adreniline dumped in my system as woke in my night gown with my husband hot on my heals back and forth waiting to catch if I would collapse, it has been a while since I have done it and was during a time I kept fighting the attacks instead of letting them just take me.
I have had my guard up for what ever reason, maybe just stressed with kids, I don't know. Every time my dogs bark I lose it, I expect my husband through the door but soon as I hear the handle they come. I have very much needed to be handled with very gentle hands and voices lately. I am dreading them coming to fix my well, they have been here a couple times before but this time I am scared to be around the men even though they have always been very nice. Husband left a check and I plan on telling my son to just tell them do what they need and send him out to pay. I have my CBT today so hope it helps.
Last night when I had the wopper hit over, get this, Sponge Bob Square Pants. That theme song sends me over the edge. I had my first encounter with the "unreality" side during an attack. It was almost an out of body type of feeling, I was there or was I? Is this real? Why am I feeling frozen? It is so hard to explain and scared me so bad it just triggered another. I truly thought I had lost my mind for real that time compared to others. My husband came in during my bath when I found my voice yelling at him. He settled me and said you know your mind is testing you trying to find your weak spot, don't let it. Tell it you are not afraid and sat with me as I was in the tub to let the second wave of attacks take me. I gave in and let it happen and felt better just worn out, he had to actually help me finish my bath I was so weak. I wanted to cry, but I can't. It is rarely something I do.
I was raised not to cry, my husband knows in years he has seen me cry but once and it was over my grand father dying, somehow he made a come back, despite what the docs said. It is like I just can't do it. I cried over the thought of losing him as he practically was my world as a child, fishing, trapping, driving... His way of killing the snakes.
Anthony, you have so much going on with the kids, more on the way, the flu, this site, it is no wonder as you are getting over the flu you were on edge. How could you not be? Your body is geared up with being ill and I would think it would make every one edgy! But you are truly an inspiration that we all look to and hope to get to the same point that we can try to rest and it gets easier and is not a nightmare everyday just to function. We all most certainly have our moments, just some have it daily while others have an occasional "sneak attack". I hope to get to where you have! I hope you continue feeling better!
YA, yes, I have had it happen, it is a very normal symptom of mine. It was hard to, no, not hard, I could not convince my husband it was an attack as I stumbled around and my voice slurred he would think I drank too much no matter how much I denied being drunk. It was only after I went sober did he realize as it still happens it really was an attack(s) and my threapist told him it happens during the attacks with a lot of people and they do indeed appear drunk. Doesn't happen with every attack. I bet if you had tried to speak with someone your words would have been garbled up and not made sense to boot! And I know my neighbors think I am nuts. I have walked up and down my long drive a hundred times trying to burn off adreniline dumped in my system as woke in my night gown with my husband hot on my heals back and forth waiting to catch if I would collapse, it has been a while since I have done it and was during a time I kept fighting the attacks instead of letting them just take me.
I have had my guard up for what ever reason, maybe just stressed with kids, I don't know. Every time my dogs bark I lose it, I expect my husband through the door but soon as I hear the handle they come. I have very much needed to be handled with very gentle hands and voices lately. I am dreading them coming to fix my well, they have been here a couple times before but this time I am scared to be around the men even though they have always been very nice. Husband left a check and I plan on telling my son to just tell them do what they need and send him out to pay. I have my CBT today so hope it helps.
Last night when I had the wopper hit over, get this, Sponge Bob Square Pants. That theme song sends me over the edge. I had my first encounter with the "unreality" side during an attack. It was almost an out of body type of feeling, I was there or was I? Is this real? Why am I feeling frozen? It is so hard to explain and scared me so bad it just triggered another. I truly thought I had lost my mind for real that time compared to others. My husband came in during my bath when I found my voice yelling at him. He settled me and said you know your mind is testing you trying to find your weak spot, don't let it. Tell it you are not afraid and sat with me as I was in the tub to let the second wave of attacks take me. I gave in and let it happen and felt better just worn out, he had to actually help me finish my bath I was so weak. I wanted to cry, but I can't. It is rarely something I do.
I was raised not to cry, my husband knows in years he has seen me cry but once and it was over my grand father dying, somehow he made a come back, despite what the docs said. It is like I just can't do it. I cried over the thought of losing him as he practically was my world as a child, fishing, trapping, driving... His way of killing the snakes.
Anthony, you have so much going on with the kids, more on the way, the flu, this site, it is no wonder as you are getting over the flu you were on edge. How could you not be? Your body is geared up with being ill and I would think it would make every one edgy! But you are truly an inspiration that we all look to and hope to get to the same point that we can try to rest and it gets easier and is not a nightmare everyday just to function. We all most certainly have our moments, just some have it daily while others have an occasional "sneak attack". I hope to get to where you have! I hope you continue feeling better!