The Place to Go for Emotional Support — Page 33

TV’s Frink said:

Tyrphanax said:

As an aside, it always shocks me when people mention great-grandparents. Mine were all long gone before I could remember.

Both my grandmothers are alive and healthy at the age of 90, and my daughters will be fourtunate enough to remember them after they’re gone.

My grandfathers have been gone for years and years, long before my daughters were born.

I hope to God I get that much time with mine and that he still has some more years ahead of him.

Holy fuck, so much for progress! I had another COMPLETELY random set of compulsions followed by an anxiety attack unlike any I’ve ever had, I actually thought I might go crazy. I’m still sweat hours later, my heartbeat doubled, my hands shook, my face went numb, it was easily of the scariest experiences I’ve ever had. I think I’ll hope for a heart attack from it if that shit happens again. Don’t know if I can hide it from my parents. I dot know what the fuck to do. I’m amazed I managed to make it through the rest of my work shift. Jesus fucking Christ. That was…God.

Mike O said:

Holy fuck, so much for progress! I had another COMPLETELY random set of compulsions followed by an anxiety attack unlike any I’ve ever had, I actually thought I might go crazy. I’m still sweat hours later, my heartbeat doubled, my hands shook, my face went numb, it was easily of the scariest experiences I’ve ever had. I think I’ll hope for a heart attack from it if that shit happens again. Don’t know if I can hide it from my parents. I dot know what the fuck to do. I’m amazed I managed to make it through the rest of my work shift. Jesus fucking Christ. That was…God.

Continue therapy. Don’t hide it.

Sorry about that melodramatic little outburst, but I really did feel what I said at the time. Jesus, that was bad. I was straightforward with my parents about it, and they were supportive as usual. My mistake, no doubt, but I guess that because I was feeling a little better, I made the rookie mistake of assuming things were “back to normal” or that I was “better.” After a good night’s sleep, I will hunt for a new therapist, or go back to my old one if things don’t pan out. I know it’s a process, and it’s hard to think that way when the suffering is so concentrated, and it’s hard to think about how long it will take, but I do appreciate the reminder to keep fighting.

Don’t worry about, just keep working at it!

I’ve had scattered panic attacks throughout my life, a few this bad, but mercifully rarely this bad. I am mildly worried that I’m self-diagnosing, especially regarding the OCD symptoms, but whatever it is, I want it to fucking stop. Hopefully Dr. #2 will answer this e-mail, if not, third try will be calling, and then I’ll have to hunt elsewhere.

No answer to the e-mail, sent I around noon. Another fucking attack. I did manage to cry a little after it, and during it, I was sweating. My mother even noticed how I appeared frazzled, sweaty, and altogether not right, though I passed it off as being out of shape. I guess that feeling better was a short-lived victory. I have to go back to work tomorrow too, and retail is a stressful job. I don’t know how I’ll manage another attack, especially during work, and parity lad given how one of the people who works on weekends is stressful to work with. All of these barriers and stuff I’ve set up in my mind seem too fragile. The thought of having to always live with this is frightening, but I guess it’s a reality I’m going to have to face. I suppose I was too complacent in thinking I was “better.” I actually feel like it’s ebbed a little bit right now, but it can come back in ages minutes if it wants to. I’m just getting sick of this; I’m gonna die from the anxiety and obsessiveness, oh look, I feel a little better, it comes back again. I’m tired of fighting and losing. Can’t even win by giving up. It’s just so crippling.

I’m not sure if you’ve mentioned this before, but are you able to look for another job?

Jeebus said:

I’ve had depersonalization panic attacks before, but I don’t think that’s what this is. I’ve fallen into a bit of a depression, but it’s strange this time. I’m not angry like I usually am when I’m depressed. My room feels smaller and darker than usual. Interacting with the family feels strange. I thought I had carbon monoxide poisoning a little earlier, my left ear and the area behind it was pressed by a dull pain and I felt strange. I really don’t know how else to describe it but strange. My vision feels blurry, but I can see fine. I don’t know, man.

Have you consulted a doctor about it? I’ll be honest, I’ve been fortunate that my full-scale anxiety attacks have been fairly few. Not few ENOUGH, but fairly few.

moviefreakedmind said:

I’m not sure if you’ve mentioned this before, but are you able to look for another job?

I’m long overdue for that, a good many years. Right now, I just want my mind fixed. I’m going insane here.

Possessed said:

Have you talked to your supervisor about it?

I ask because I’m a supervisor at Wal-Mart myself and if an employee comes to me with something like this I can usually find something away from people for them to do until they calm down and just having their supervisor know and accept it seems to help.

I have the odd panic attack at work too but working with customers usually makes it go away after a few minutes cuz I’m more focused on them than my chest.

My weekend supervisor is not exactly the sympathetic type, and except for one guy who mysteriously NEVER does ANY work (don’t get me started), we’re going to need all hands on deck for the holiday weekend.

Warbler said:

My father is still in the hospital. He is in the intensive care step down unit. He sleeps a lot and tires easily. He spoken a few words but not much. He is still very much out of it. They are giving him some medicine today to try to wake him up more. He has been able to follow a few directions(like wiggling his toes and squeezing his hand). They it might a take a year for the blood in his head to absorb. We still don’t know if he has had brain damage or not. Last Saturday was tough, he didn’t look good and I thought he was going to die soon. He has improved a little since then, his vital signs are better. I wish I knew how this was going to end. If you pray, please keep praying for my family and my father. Thank you.

Slow progress is still progress. I hope to God he continues to improve.

Yeah, Duracell. I know that pain. I grew up with a dog as a second younger brother and the three of us ran around the desert for years and years growing up together.

He had to be put down while I was in Canada, and it ruined me not being there for him at the end. I know being there would have ruined me as well, but I feel like he probably felt like I abandoned him towards the end. Ugh, it’s hard to think about today even.

I could never have another pet. Never.

I’m sorry for your loss, but she had a really nice life as part of your family.

RIP Pipo.

Truly sad times, are these.

I am sorry about the pooch, man. I’m no animal-lover, but I know how much they mean to their owners and how deep the bond goes, and I’m sure you’re in a lot of pain right now. I hope you heal and remember the happiness she brought you, and that over time, the pain lessens. That isn’t much, but it’s all I can offer.