getting-old I could have written that, it's like a mirror image. I had my 1st panic attack aged 3, I was diagnosed as anorexic at age 5 but no one asked me why

- Mum was told that I would 'grow out of it' ….. but I didn't. When I was 8 I was ill and asked Mum to call the Doctor because I knew that my fear and reactions were out of proportion but she told me that 'the Doctor would laugh if I called him out' - well if a Doctor would laugh then so would non-medical people so I NEVER told anyone.
If DH coughs in the night I tense up all over and give him a nudge to see that he's OK. When he has been ill I've run, with fingers in ears to the end of the garden. Working on the premise that if he lived alone he would have to cope. I could go on …….
When my GP prescribed BBs they got rid of the constant feeling of 'going to vomit' - I began to have a Life and now if anxiety is not present, we are able to go out to eat. I won't be shut in a crowded place i.e. we have never flown, I won't go into trains/coaches/theatres - a friend is playing locally this week and I can't go

even thought I love him to bits and haven't seen him for 15 years, even though he lives in the next village.
Honeybun you've hit the nail on the head - there are 'degrees' ……. having resurrected this thread I had nightmares last night
