Not that i'm asking any of you to tell me how to feel, i guess i just want to talk about something that happened to me.
My GF knows that i am an emet, although maybe that is a story i should explain first. The reasons she knows is probably what you would call the hard way. Meaning she was a little bit sick in front of me, just gagging when she started choking one day but i went into a panic attack and ebcause she is prone to them herself, she recognized it and in about 3.7 seconds figured out why. and shes ok with me being an emet and there have been times when shes done things to accomidate it (ie taking gravol for me if she isnt feeling 100% even though she hates drugs, etc...)
But she was at my house, and ok maybe you need more backstory. My stomach has been really bugging me the past few days, with pain. the only way i have been able to not be in constant tears from it is by taking t3's, which is what they gave me when i was dragged to er thursday night. Not a fun trip all around but because that scared her (she came with), my gf has been around quite a bit recently.
anyways, she was here and probably because of the strength and the amount of drugs i've been on, my stomach pulled a cute little trick and i went into a full blown panic attack. hyperventilating, shaking, that whole routine and although she has seen me do this before, those panic attacks do not last as long as the ones i get from tummy troubles do. so shes trying to talk me through the standard steps of controlling a panic attack (controlling breating, etc, things we both know by heart) but cant understand that in this case i dont want to get control of this. this is because i have heard if you are having an attack like this, what your diaphragm has to do during the attack is the opposite of what it must do to v* and thus the second is impossible.
eventually she ended up leaving in the middle of the attack just because her ride was here though she offered to let me come out to dinner with her family (*rolls eyes*). and that was ok with me because this kind of stuff in some ways i prefer to be alone to deal with just because i do do some really weird things to help myself feel safe.
I dont know, part of me is like ok shes ok with this this is good. and then part of me is like i dont want her knowing anything about this, this is bad. and somewhere in between all the little parts with their own seperate oppinions, i get lost...