TooTense
07-02-2014, 02:34 AM
There was always something wrong with me, even as a kid I was afraid of leaving the house and would obsessively check things I knew were OK, but everybody just said I was just "shy and nervous".
I was always tired and I have several digestive problems probably caused by anxiety and while I'm not even sure if I've been officially diagnosed, ages ago the doctors asked me if I washed my hands a lot and some other questions and put me on Diazepan.
My first panic/anxiety attacks were different and probably justified, on a way to job interview, I would be short of breath, use the bathroom until it hurt and vomit, but as time passed it got worse. It no longer happened when just going to a job interview. I went to a "Free Mental Heatlh Care Clinic", which was and is still all I could afford, but all he told me that obsession with control was the reason I'm like this, that and he kept forgetting things about me, tends to happen when they can only see you once every three months, which doesn't help when you're repeating yourself and I have no confidence.
Frankly, I felt well enough to not need him anymore for those reasons, so I stopped going.
But lately, it's gotten even worse, I'm pretty sure public transport is a trigger to me and lately I can't get even get on a bus or subway without getting a panic attack, except now I just sweat like a pig and hyperventilate very loudly. It even happens when I really want to go somewhere and it's a short trip.
But Monday I hit rock bottom, on Saturday I had a mild attack just shopping downstairs and felt numb and sweated uncontrollably and it happened also on Monday, but the worst was when I got home....
I just let out an uncontrollable wail like you'd expect to hear from someone who had a tragic loss, which terrified me, and since then I have this knot in my throat, my energy levels are even worse and so is my appetite and well... It feels like I have to make an extra effort for just about everything if I don't give up on it immediately.
I'm not really getting any support from my family, my father's mentality is that since I'm a man, I'm not allowed to feel this way and he doesn't even understand why I would anxious at all... working for him without a contract, so I'm really unemployed still, with less than minimal wage and him constantly "alpha male-ing" me, since he must feel superior at all times. My mother is more understanding, but doesn't really get it either. She thinks I've got "Bus-phobia"...
My sister is giving me "tough love", I'm not if she understands the most, but she's far from sympathetic to me.
I'm really at a loss... I've been trying to call the free mental health clinic for days but they never pick up and the trip there is too terrifying to do on my own, but I will force myself if they give me an appointment.
Fortunately, my Internet friends are more sympathetic and are trying to help and a few have suffered the same ordeal as me and are giving advice.
Doctors aren't really helping, apart from giving me Diazepan, the best I could get out of them is "Do some Yoga?".
Like I said, I'm really at a loss, but I'm hoping talking with others with the same problem or similar will help a little. At first I was really terrified, then annoyed, right now I don't know what to feel, I think this knot and this feeling will take more than I'd like to go away.
I really wish my family would understand how dreadful I feel, since I have an upcoming birthday I'm practically forced to go and a "vacation" where I'll be "relaxing" by doing back breaking manual labor for free for my parent's house in a village in the middle of nowhere which is almost a ghost town and depressing and distressing to me.
I was always tired and I have several digestive problems probably caused by anxiety and while I'm not even sure if I've been officially diagnosed, ages ago the doctors asked me if I washed my hands a lot and some other questions and put me on Diazepan.
My first panic/anxiety attacks were different and probably justified, on a way to job interview, I would be short of breath, use the bathroom until it hurt and vomit, but as time passed it got worse. It no longer happened when just going to a job interview. I went to a "Free Mental Heatlh Care Clinic", which was and is still all I could afford, but all he told me that obsession with control was the reason I'm like this, that and he kept forgetting things about me, tends to happen when they can only see you once every three months, which doesn't help when you're repeating yourself and I have no confidence.
Frankly, I felt well enough to not need him anymore for those reasons, so I stopped going.
But lately, it's gotten even worse, I'm pretty sure public transport is a trigger to me and lately I can't get even get on a bus or subway without getting a panic attack, except now I just sweat like a pig and hyperventilate very loudly. It even happens when I really want to go somewhere and it's a short trip.
But Monday I hit rock bottom, on Saturday I had a mild attack just shopping downstairs and felt numb and sweated uncontrollably and it happened also on Monday, but the worst was when I got home....
I just let out an uncontrollable wail like you'd expect to hear from someone who had a tragic loss, which terrified me, and since then I have this knot in my throat, my energy levels are even worse and so is my appetite and well... It feels like I have to make an extra effort for just about everything if I don't give up on it immediately.
I'm not really getting any support from my family, my father's mentality is that since I'm a man, I'm not allowed to feel this way and he doesn't even understand why I would anxious at all... working for him without a contract, so I'm really unemployed still, with less than minimal wage and him constantly "alpha male-ing" me, since he must feel superior at all times. My mother is more understanding, but doesn't really get it either. She thinks I've got "Bus-phobia"...
My sister is giving me "tough love", I'm not if she understands the most, but she's far from sympathetic to me.
I'm really at a loss... I've been trying to call the free mental health clinic for days but they never pick up and the trip there is too terrifying to do on my own, but I will force myself if they give me an appointment.
Fortunately, my Internet friends are more sympathetic and are trying to help and a few have suffered the same ordeal as me and are giving advice.
Doctors aren't really helping, apart from giving me Diazepan, the best I could get out of them is "Do some Yoga?".
Like I said, I'm really at a loss, but I'm hoping talking with others with the same problem or similar will help a little. At first I was really terrified, then annoyed, right now I don't know what to feel, I think this knot and this feeling will take more than I'd like to go away.
I really wish my family would understand how dreadful I feel, since I have an upcoming birthday I'm practically forced to go and a "vacation" where I'll be "relaxing" by doing back breaking manual labor for free for my parent's house in a village in the middle of nowhere which is almost a ghost town and depressing and distressing to me.