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writes: I have panic disorder, and whenever I meet guys I can't handle it. About two months ago I moved to Florida and lived in a condo with a drug addict who tried to steal the car keys from me, but I locked myself in my bedroom for two hours trying to get him to go away. He was drunk and high on crack and kept saying "I'm going to get through this door and get those keys" and kept trying to pick the door and break in my room. Finally; balling my eyes out, I called my boss and then called the cops and then I had to leave, because my name wasn't on the lease, his wasn't. I couldn't find a hotel so finally at 5:30 am I called a coworker and stayed on his couch for the night.Now the issue is that I can't even stand being around guys because I shake and become super nervous and just want them to leave for fear of having a panic attack. Guys that are interested in me that I knew before I moved to Florida (I'm now back in Minnsota) want to hang out and go places that are too far for me to (comfortably) travel, because if I am too far from my house I feel trapped and that I can't escape.My question is; what should I do?Because I can hardly handle going anywhere and can barely handle a stable relationship. I feel like there's no hope? Help?
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reader, anonymous, writes (14 September 2006): i went through 6 months of panic attacks.
go to your doctor they will help you!
ive been on medication 4 3 months the difference is unbelievable i went tru months of feeling i would never feel like myself again after a few weeks of medication i felt better.
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reader, Lostandalone +, writes (14 September 2006):
I'm sorry that this happened to you and it seems to have been a very scary episode for you but my suggestion is you seek professional help. I think you need a lot more attention than anyone of us could give you. Good Luck.
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