LadyWench
Well-known member
Sadly, I don't have anything helpful to contribute. I wish I did. But I would like to share my experience, since you asked if anybody else deals with this sort of problem.
I've had panic disorder (as well as OCD, but didn't realize it until later in life) ever since I was a toddler. When I was about 5 years old, my mom would work late at night, or go to night school at a college about half an hour out of town. My grandma lived with us, so she would watch me until I went to bed, or until my mom came home. I suffered from separation anxiety, so when I was stuck with my grandma, I would have a panic attack. She'd also watch things that scared the sh*t out of me, like ER and Unsolved Mysteries, lol. That made it worse.
Every night my mom was gone, I'd throw up. It was obviously from my nerves. It was just the way I naturally reacted to my anxiety. I had this little table and chairs set, and would take one of the chairs in the bathroom, and sit there pretty much all night, just in case I had to throw up. Or if I had already thrown up, I would stay there all night saying "I'm not moving in case I have to puke again". I'd fall asleep in the chair. Fun times!
I do still suffer from this problem, but not as often. My anxiety usually goes in the other direction, and I have to rush to the restroom. It sucks. If I go somewhere or if I'm in a situation that I know will cause me to panic, I take Imodium to help avoid it.
This was pointless, but I wanted to share because I'm gay.
I've had panic disorder (as well as OCD, but didn't realize it until later in life) ever since I was a toddler. When I was about 5 years old, my mom would work late at night, or go to night school at a college about half an hour out of town. My grandma lived with us, so she would watch me until I went to bed, or until my mom came home. I suffered from separation anxiety, so when I was stuck with my grandma, I would have a panic attack. She'd also watch things that scared the sh*t out of me, like ER and Unsolved Mysteries, lol. That made it worse.
Every night my mom was gone, I'd throw up. It was obviously from my nerves. It was just the way I naturally reacted to my anxiety. I had this little table and chairs set, and would take one of the chairs in the bathroom, and sit there pretty much all night, just in case I had to throw up. Or if I had already thrown up, I would stay there all night saying "I'm not moving in case I have to puke again". I'd fall asleep in the chair. Fun times!
I do still suffer from this problem, but not as often. My anxiety usually goes in the other direction, and I have to rush to the restroom. It sucks. If I go somewhere or if I'm in a situation that I know will cause me to panic, I take Imodium to help avoid it.
This was pointless, but I wanted to share because I'm gay.