Sass
Well-Known Member
Ok, so I'm in the process of coming out of my first (since my childhood) panic attack.
I went down to the corner store to get some things, not really feeling like leaving the house, but I wanted a beer so I made myself go. By the time I got back I was tight-chested, shaky and terrified, it felt as though if I didn't get my key in the door fast enough and get inside then something awful was going to happen.
Now every nerve I have is shot, I feel like I need to run (which is funny in a way, because I'm not really inclined towards any kind of physical exertion), and I'm having trouble calming my heart rate and my breathing.
I knew what was happening as I reached my house, I knew I was about to lose my sh*t and that it was a panic attack, but I just couldn't stop it.
I have a dinner to go to tonight (funnily enough a group dinner with other mums who have kids on the spectrum, a couple of whom, like me, are on the spectrum too), and I'm going to MAKE myself go, because I think what led to the attack was my relative isolation the last couple of weeks. My kids are on school holidays so I haven't had a need to be anywhere or socialise that much, and my anxieties have soared in that time. I also have a writers' drinks thing to go to tomorrow night, which could be another reason I'm feeling a bit on edge, as I still feel like a bit of a fraud in that respect, even though I'm regularly published.
If you got to the end of this fairly pointless rant, then thanks, I feel better for getting it out
I went down to the corner store to get some things, not really feeling like leaving the house, but I wanted a beer so I made myself go. By the time I got back I was tight-chested, shaky and terrified, it felt as though if I didn't get my key in the door fast enough and get inside then something awful was going to happen.
Now every nerve I have is shot, I feel like I need to run (which is funny in a way, because I'm not really inclined towards any kind of physical exertion), and I'm having trouble calming my heart rate and my breathing.
I knew what was happening as I reached my house, I knew I was about to lose my sh*t and that it was a panic attack, but I just couldn't stop it.
I have a dinner to go to tonight (funnily enough a group dinner with other mums who have kids on the spectrum, a couple of whom, like me, are on the spectrum too), and I'm going to MAKE myself go, because I think what led to the attack was my relative isolation the last couple of weeks. My kids are on school holidays so I haven't had a need to be anywhere or socialise that much, and my anxieties have soared in that time. I also have a writers' drinks thing to go to tomorrow night, which could be another reason I'm feeling a bit on edge, as I still feel like a bit of a fraud in that respect, even though I'm regularly published.
If you got to the end of this fairly pointless rant, then thanks, I feel better for getting it out