Scariest Night of My Life

[Toby's my baby]

Thanks everyone!

I don't know what they said actually, if I can recall right, it was an anxiety attack. I've had one before, but definently not this bad. I went to the doctor for it last year when it happend, and they said I needed to see a physcologist, but my dad denied it and said he wouldn't take me. I think he told my mom not to take me today, because she was going to last night and then today she said I didn't need to.

[crow_noir]

That's non-sense! Every now and then we need a coach in life. If your parents won't help you cope then a psychologist will! It's not that that you're crazy or anything... you just need a non-biased ear to talk to. They can give you more tools for life.

If you can't get a psychologist consider trying to find a community tai-chi class or something. It'll help :-)

Also ask a doctor of the Carotid Massage would help. It might not since it's something different than Tachycardia.

Oh, i almost forgot. What helps me no matter which attack I'm having is to lay flat on my back. If i'm hyperventilating it only gets worst if i'm thinking about it. What i've learned it to try and think of a happy thought and tell myself that it's so silly to be hyperventilating. I try to pretend that I'm breathing normal.

It was scary reading about your post and your symptoms. Been there, done that. Never gets any less scary.

Again... *HUGS* The situation with your father does not sound like a fun one. Do you have any neighbors that you can go stay at if the need arrises? (I was lucky enough to have very nice trust worthy neighbors that knew what my father could be like. With out the support from my neighborhood i probably would have failed HS and never have been able to keep my job.)

Thanks everyone!

I don't know what they said actually, if I can recall right, it was an anxiety attack. I've had one before, but definently not this bad. I went to the doctor for it last year when it happend, and they said I needed to see a physcologist, but my dad denied it and said he wouldn't take me. I think he told my mom not to take me today, because she was going to last night and then today she said I didn't need to.

[shais_mom]

I'm so sorry Beth, I hope you can feel better soon and get this situation with your dad rectified.

[Pawsitive Thinking]

{{{hugs}}} I hope you can sort things out with your Dad - he won't be around for ever

[ramanth]

*HUGS* I'm glad you're okay. My mom has asthma pretty badly and stopped breathing once. It was really scary.

[sparks19]

You know what I find helps when I get really worked up and my asthma takes over. Either a nice hot bath.... or boil some water in a kettle... put a towel over your head and just breathe in the steam.

Psychologists are awesome. when I was going through a really rough patch with my sister that forced me to move out of the city I was very depressed. A psychologist doesn't even SAY anything really. At first I thought "this is stupid. he doesn't even say anything to me." Then I realized he wasn't there to talk... I WAS. He was just there to listen to me rant and rave and get it all out. IF needed he would give me some advice to help calm me down in times of extreme stress but that was it.

I'msorry your parents don't want to take you.

[Lobodeb]

{{{hugs}}} I hope you can sort things out with your Dad - he won't be around for ever

DITTO, DOUBLE DITTO, TRIPLE DITTO AND QUADRUPLE DITTO!

I can't emphasize this enough. Dad's aren't perfect and it sounds as if your's has some issues, as I'm sure most of our's do, but you'll be surpised at how much you'll miss him when he's gone.

The sad thing is that you can't change him. He's set in his ways. It'll be easier for you to adapt to him than visa versa.

I'm sorry that your argument with him had this effect on you. I had an anxiety attack once and it was probably one of the worst feelings I've ever had.

I'm not sure how old you are, but maybe you could try to find a psychiatrist clinic, maybe something that's low cost that you can pay for yourself? It's not ideal, I know, but it might help.

Hugs to you. Dads are tough, hang in there.

[cyber-sibes]

i'm glad you're alright. Sounds incredibly scarey. is't too bad your parents don't understand the purpose of therapy - Therapy is a great place to learn life skills that can help you deal with the stresses that you have to live with. Are you old enough to go to a school counselor or to a community center? They can help you sort out the home issues, so you won't be so prone to these horrible anxiety attacks. Best wishes!

[Toby's my baby]

Thank you SO much everyone. Reading this has been so supportive.

I tried the paper bag thing the other night, but it just didn't seem to be working, especially since my mom was holding it to my face because I couldn't move my arms. Last time I had a bad anxiety attack, I used a paper bag, and that's how I got over it.

I'm not even sure that we have a phyciatrist clinic here, I live in a rural community, small towns all around us. I live in the biggest town within 45 miles, which only has 8,000 people. I guess I could go to the school phychiatrist...

I'm just glad I only have about 2 years before I'm out of here, hopefully my relationship with my dad will get better...

[lizbud]

Thanks everyone!

I don't know what they said actually, if I can recall right, it was an anxiety attack. I've had one before, but definently not this bad. I went to the doctor for it last year when it happend, and they said I needed to see a physcologist, but my dad denied it and said he wouldn't take me. I think he told my mom not to take me today, because she was going to last night and then today she said I didn't need to.

It's unfortunate your parents are taking this atitude. It doesn't help with
dealing with the anxiety. Something else you could do if this happens again
is to breath into a small paper bag. Just sit down & concentrate on breathing
in and out into the bag.Takes about 5 mins or so, but it will help you start
to breath more normally. It does work. Good luck.

[Zippy]

(((HUGS)))
I am glad that your ok now.