Currently, I'm still recovering from last night. Yesterday, I had two presentations (college) and they did not go well. I knew they didn't, but people kept comforting me, which I hate. I'd rather wallow and be right than be happy and wrong. I was grossly under-prepared for one presentation because a group member quit the night before and I had to learn his part. The other one took a backseat to the first one, so I wasn't ready for that either. Furthermore, no one in either presentation, the graders or the presenters, knows of my conditions (General Anxiety and Asperger's). I was very nervous, and my nerves got the best of me, so both presentations went down the drain real fast. I forgot about them in short order, but was given a painful awakening later that night when the feedback comes in (my professor lets the students give feedback). The students were harsh as hell, and were put off by my anxiety. I worked hard on my presentation, while working hard on the other, and I flipped out, like an anxiety attack, but in a fit of rage. My heart started to race; I started breathing heavily, flipping furniture, slamming books. I decided to go to the campus police station, where I was flipped off by a driver on an intersection. I screamed obscenities at him, where an officer heard me. I met him in the station, and he was little help to me. He got the administrator on duty, a director of residential life, and she tried to get me to consent to putting me in a hospital. I fought tooth and nail to stay, even bringing my mother into it on my behalf, God bless her. We went over some strategies for the rest of the night, and I was able to make it through without another attack, yet I still dwell on yesterday. I'm ashamed, hurt, embarrassed, disgusted, and angry, but I'm slowly recovering.