QUOTE(j0nes @ Aug 16 2006, 10:26 PM) [snapback]373505[/snapback]
Good to hear that she's doing better. Moms rule.
How are you gonna get normal dude? Or I mean how are you gonna get over your phobia?
I wish I knew man, because everytime I go out and have a panic attack, it knocks me back further 'cause I know when I go out that's gonna happen, im gonna feel complete shit and people are gonna be staring at me like some kinda freak... although I guess I am haha.
I've seen councilers, phyciatrists (sp?), cognative behaviour therapists and all sorts, nothing has helped though.
There's a story behind this by the way, I didn't just one day get the phobia over nothing, I posted it here before... I'll have a quick search to see if I can find it and post it here, so you actually know the reason as to why.
Found it:
QUOTE(Belly @ Aug 3 2005, 04:08 AM) [snapback]137294[/snapback]
me and my brother dan got beat up january of last year...
we had been out and were on our way home..... for no reason whatsoever a group of 6 boys came up behind us. one tapped me on the shoulder I looked round and he smacked me in the face and my brother being alot older than me (24) stuck up for me and punched this boy in the head... and another one of them said "yeah what you gonna do about it theres six of us" and then one of them chucked a glass bottle.. it exploded on dans head so we both ran like fuck.... I got tripped up and because I knew if I got up I would just get nocked down again (there were 3 boys to each of us) I stayed there and huddled maself into a ball to avoid gettin proper fucked up. anyway they were all kicking and punching me and shouting get up you pussy and stuff.. I eventually got away and ran to the nearest shop and called home from there.
as for my bro (I found all this out after coz once we ran I didnt see him till the next morning) he had tripped up whilst running... while he was down he had another bottle smashed over the back of his head and when he went to get up was kneed in the face... anyway he eventually got up and ran again and they were still chasing him, but he managed to knock on someones door and then they left.
well by this time I we had called an ambulance and dan was taken to hospital ( I wasnt too hurt and stayed at home) dan was in for hours.. when he got home he had 9 stitches a huge black eye and cut elbow... I had cut up all my arms and legs and my side and had a swollen face.
Dan managed to get over it in a few weeks and got back to a normal life. But iver never been thwe same since it really fucked me up. I know I didnt get hurt that bad but the worst part was once I got seperated from dan I had no idea where he was or how he was... the last I had seen of him was a glass bottle exploding on his head.. and untill we got through to him on the phone I had convinced myself they had killed him, I think this is what really fucked me up. And every since then my life has been scrwewed... I stopped going out for a bit but now I dont go out at all.. ive hardly left my house in 1 and a half years.. and yeah I know you will probably all think im a total pussy but I thought id tell you all this story anyways.
So yeah that's the story.
MAAARC!!!
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