Terrible night...

[randomshiz]

Tonight was homecoming - it was supposed to be amazing. It wasn't.

The game went fine, but near the end I started to feel a little n*, and I went to get water, but the only drinks the snack bar had left were Mr. Pibb and diet Coke (yuck). When the game ended, I told my boyfriend that I wasn't feeling too well, and he took me over to sit down for a bit. Once we were away from the crowds I started having a panic attack, and my bf just stayed with me until it passed. I still felt pretty sick, though, and I didn't want to go to the dance so we decided to just hang around outside. I had two more attacks.

Eventually, a security guard came and yelled at us for "loitering" and we decided to go into the dance... Bad idea. The flashing lights and loud music set off another panic attack, so my boyfriend took me outside yet again, and we sat near the bathrooms and I had a few more panic attacks for the next 45 minutes. Finally, I called my mom and asked her to pick me up.

I felt really bad for ruining the night - me and my bf had planned to have such a good time. When I told him this, he went on this long speech about how he didn't care about miniscule things like dances, and how he was happy to just be with me even though I wasn't feeling well, and all sorts of other really sweet things. He always knows exactly what to say to make me feel better

[daffodil]

Aww. I'm sorry you had a bad night, but it sounds like your bf was really supportive.

[tcsarah]

I'm sorry you had a horrible night, I've had many a night out ruined in my past by panic attacks, so know how awful and upsetting it is. Try not to worry - there will be other dances and many, many more lovely night outs for you and your boyfriend that you will enjoy. And what a star your boyfriend sounds - you've got a good one there!