I then showed them my Hierarchy of Feared Situations:
1 Being at home (Don’t Avoid) (Stress level 3-6)
2 Sitting in a room of people (Sometime Avoid) (Stress level 3-8)
3 Walking in public (Don’t Avoid) (Stress level 5)
4 Walking through town (Sometimes Avoid) (Stress level 8)
5 Making phone calls (Do Avoid) (Stress level 7-8)
6 Going into a shop in town (Do avoid) (Stress level 6-8)
7 Cafes (Do avoid) (Stress level 6-8)
8 In a car not driving myself (Don’t avoid) (Stress level 3-10)
9 Supermarkets (Do avoid) (Stress level 8)
10 Checkouts/Tills (Do avoid) (Stress level 8-9)
11 Theatre, Cinema, Lecture Hall, Sports centre (Do avoid) (Stress level 9-10)
12 Train (Do avoid) (Stress level 9-10)
13 Me driving car (Do avoid) (Stress level 9-10)
2 Sitting in a room of people (Sometime Avoid) (Stress level 3-8)
3 Walking in public (Don’t Avoid) (Stress level 5)
4 Walking through town (Sometimes Avoid) (Stress level 8)
5 Making phone calls (Do Avoid) (Stress level 7-8)
6 Going into a shop in town (Do avoid) (Stress level 6-8)
7 Cafes (Do avoid) (Stress level 6-8)
8 In a car not driving myself (Don’t avoid) (Stress level 3-10)
9 Supermarkets (Do avoid) (Stress level 8)
10 Checkouts/Tills (Do avoid) (Stress level 8-9)
11 Theatre, Cinema, Lecture Hall, Sports centre (Do avoid) (Stress level 9-10)
12 Train (Do avoid) (Stress level 9-10)
13 Me driving car (Do avoid) (Stress level 9-10)
We talked these through and it was clear that it was fear of
being trapped within a place and unable to get out and that I could have a panic
attack.
So we began at the beginning of the list, my therapist asked
me to think about an anxious time when I was at home. I gave the example of
that very morning, I had woken up after eating too much the previous day with
indigestion and this was making me feel nauseous. I have a fear/massive dislike
of being sick despite not being ill since a young child. When I feel nauseous I
begin to swallow a lot which triggers my saliva glands to over work and my
mouth feels full, as a child this use to make me upset as I didn’t know how to
stop it and use to spit it into the sink, which made it worse. I have now
learnt however that by just stopping myself from swallowing and breathing deeply
for a few minutes makes it stop. I keep telling myself I must not be sick, and that I
have to do everything I can not to be. I was also thinking I should tell my
therapist I would have to cancel as I was ill, however, as time passed it went off and
I was able to make it to my session.
From everything I had explained in the session my therapist
realised that I was always asking myself ‘what if?’ which is good from an academic
point of view as I am curious, however, as my recent post 'Fear Of Motorways' illustrated I used what if statements to build up a negative events that is unlikely to happen.
My therapist also recognised my need for certainty ‘I must
know/I have to be certain at all times’. For example, that morning I needed to
be certain I wasn’t going to be sick and therefore I focused on it. Rather I
should be saying there is a possibility it might happen however I haven’t been
ill in years so why would it happen now and if it does I will and can deal with
it. Over time I therefore need to realise that you can never be certain about
anything and that I should accept it might but look for evidence/a reason why
it is unlikely.
Another issues I keep facing is that I sometimes I feel I
can’t breathe very well despite my airways being clear. Once I latch onto this
thought I then look for signs it’s going to get worse and I start to play
around with my breathing speeds. I get annoyed as I was subconsciously
breathing on my own a few seconds ago and now I am trying out a number of
different ways to find one that feels best. I told my therapist this and she
reassured me that I can’t stop myself from breathing if I run out of breath by body with
automatically make me take in a great gulp of air, like when you hold your
breath. This makes me feel better about it; however it’s going to take some
getting use to.
For next week I have been given two template thought records
which I will fill in and explain in a different post.
Sisters School Christmas Concert
My sister had her schools Christmas show in the local church
in the evening, I hadn’t made the decision on whether to go because it was a
public space that I would be trapped in and everyone puts this lets be posh
and polite attitude on and I just wanted to blend into the crowd. I was irritable and quiet all afternoon as I subconsciously
knew that I wanted to go and was worrying about it. I still hadn’t got ready
until half an hour before and my sister had gone off not knowing if I would or wouldn’t
make it. I felt breathless, tired, dizzy, headachy and was very frustrated with
myself that I couldn’t just go like any normal person. I got dressed and
decided I would at least try. I took a spare pair of car keys and a blanket
so that I could leave the concert and sit in the car if I needed to. I walked
into the church and found a space near the back and behind a pillar, this was
good as it meant less people were watching me but it also meant that I couldn’t
see the show. I really struggled for the first hour I felt breathless and
wanted to lie down or run away. These feelings came in surges one second I was
in control the next I was ready to leave. Each time this feeling came I kept
saying I will leave in a minute then the feeling would reduce enough that I could
calm myself before the next one. I then began to pick off my nail varnish and
this made me immediately relax I was able to hold a conversation, listen
to the music and to some extent relax. I guess it just took my mind off everything. I enjoyed the show and was glad I went
but I still don’t get a great sense of achievement for something I could have
easily done a few months ago, just a sense of frustration. Once I had relaxed
nearer the end of the concert I then began to feel really tired, it’s like you
feel after you have eaten too much of Christmas day and just want to have a nap
after all the effort your body and mind has just been through. I certainly slept
well that night.
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