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Seeing a therapist whilst at university a. My OCD was spiralling out of control because of the increased anxiety and my mood was slowly dropping. The concept of being four hours from home, having to attend busy lecture theatres, contribute in seminars, manage an increasingly heavy workload and face the pressures of maintaining a social life through drinking and clubbing, was simply too much. I was finally, officially diagnosed with Generalised Anxiety Disorder at the age of twenty when my anxiety reached an unbearable limit at university. These kinds of feelings, physical and emotional, have occurred hundreds of times over the last fifteen years, triggered by various things: being away from home eating out in restaurants being in busy, crowded places that I can’t easily get out of the stress of secondary school and sixth form in general, to name but a few… I now understand this bizarre sensation to be ‘dissociation’ or ‘depersonalisation’ – physical and emotional detachment instigated by the brain’s defence mechanisms in times of intense stress.
#Pathological fear or dread tv#
In my mind’s attempt to protect myself from the supposedly dangerous situation which was triggering so much anxiety I would glaze over and experience the most terrifying sensations of detachment - like I was suddenly dreaming or watching the world from a TV screen.
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My stomach would feel like a balloon full of lead. I’d get so bloated from hyperventilating (gulping air) that I could barely move. I remember being on holiday, aged ten, and being in the supermarket feeling like I couldn’t breathe. At infant school I’d have to go into the dinner-hall before everyone else because trying to get through my lunchbox surrounded by the noise and chaos of all those other children was just too much.īut when did this, me being a typical anxious child, become me, suffering from a mental illness? Even sleeping over at friends’ houses I’d get this horrible feeling in my stomach like something terrible was going to happen. I’d go away on school trips and disturb the fun by being that child who is overwhelmed with homesickness. I was definitely an ‘anxious child’ – the kind that cried every morning before school because separating from home and my Mum was just too terrifying a prospect. I guess you could say I’ve always been anxious.