I'm not so much claustrophobic as much as i hate being completely out of control. For example, being in the very back of a plane with 180 people blocking me from getting out and there is not escape. OR my wife driving the car.
OR my wife driving the car.
Just pretend your being waddled by your mother.
All I can think about when that feeling comes over me is..... Fuck man this ain't helping.
Oh I tell myself those things. I try to reason with myself but apparently my brain wants to argue with me and appears to be winning
Thanks. That's good information.
Doc only prescribed 15 pills. I was supposed to use them before flying last March but the trip got cancelled because of Covid. The bottle has sat full until last night.
What's L7?
Yes....and don't like heights much either. Been to Grand Canyon, if you look out it's fine, looking down is another story.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
What's L7?
Was she hot?
Anything that restricts my movement freaks me out. Its gotten much worse over the years. MRI's are probably the worst thing for me because I have no control over getting out of there. I am a chubby 6'2" with wide shoulders. Last MRI I did was the skinny tube model. I had to take a second Lorazepam, cover my eyes with a towel, and listen to music to get through it. If you listen to metal, the noise those MRI's make is kind of a cool accompaniment.
Not sure about claustrophobia, but 3 friends (all now recovering alkys) started having panic attacks. All very reasoned, logical men. All onset mid 30's to 40's. One of them while still drinking, and it's what prompted him to get sober, the other 2 years after sobriety. My best friend, the most reasoned person I know and highly intelligent, is afflicted the worst of the 3. He is working through it over the last year, but sudden onset and no idea where it came from. Like, not able to drive over that bridge, or not able to stand up and walk to the front of the room when it's required. Super pissed at himself, logically, you know better, nothing bad is going to happen. As soon as it is gone, just angry and disappointed in himself that he couldn't reason it away. Feels like an irrational woman for letting it happen. Feeling trapped or having a feeling of impending doom is the most common between the 3 of them, not just tight spaces. None of them really hang out with each other or know the other is going through it. I found it odd that that many people were going through that very similar thing. I don't envy those that it happens to, because no matter how much I could tell myself to say "I'm smarter than that, I could stop it," seeing guys that I know very well and have for 25 years not able to stop it makes me wonder wtf triggers it and if there is a way to get in front of it.The thing that frustrates me about it all is that it's a sudden affliction out of nowhere and I can't seem to do anything about it. What happened to me? I tell my myself that everything's ok and there's nothing to be afraid of. I know the elevator doors are going open. I know the car wash will run it's cycle and the overhead door will open allowing me to drive out. But my mind isn't believing what I'm telling it.