Hello, my name is Steve and I’m new to this group. I’m glad I found this group and I’m glad I’ve found others with this disorder. Not so glad this problem exists though. So this is where I’m supposed to tell you my story.
I’ve been battling my fear of V for 10 years now. It’s probably longer but it really got bad 10 years ago. I was 18 at the time. Fast forward 10 years and I’m 28. So my fear is actually the act of V-ing. I just can’t do it. I’ll pace around and do anything within my power to avoid doing it. It’s horrible. I splash water on my face, keep a cool rag handy, shower if necessary and ice packs to avoid the hot flashes.
10 years ago I was on a boat in the middle of a lake when I started to feel nauseous. There wasn’t an escape. So I went from nauseous to SUPER nauseous in 5 seconds. I had my first full on panic attack at that time as well. I was taken to the ranger station at the lake and the paramedics were called out. I was diagnosed with “heat exhaustion.” I was told to drink adequate liquids as to avoid future incidences. Well, days went by, then weeks, eventually a couple months went by before I was officially diagnosed with panic disorder. Somewhere in the middle I had several more episodes of “heat exhaustion.”
I started to avoid eating certain foods. I wouldn’t eat for at least 4 hours prior to having to go someplace. I would also not leave the house without water and/or ice packs. I live in <st1lace><st1:City>Phoenix</st1:City>, <st1:State>Arizona</st1:State></st1lace> and it gets a little hot here. So not only do I have this lovely fear of V, but I also have a fear of the heat. I eventually became a hermit. I’d only come out at night. I’d have a hard time in stores, etc.
Fast forward a few years. My doctor prescribed remeron to me. It was to curb the constant nausea and help me eat. Well it worked for about 3 months and then things went down hill, remeron stopped working. He wanted me to go on paxil and remeron together but I refused to go on paxil because of its side effects.
Fast forward one year. My brother asked me to be in his wedding and my youngest daughter was turning 5. My daughter was turning 5 in March and my brothers wedding was in April. I wound up missing my daughters birthday party because I was so afraid of having a panic attack. I wasn’t eating anything at that point either. I remember journaling what I ate on any given day and it basically consisted of…half a piece of toast, 1 mini peanut butter cup (eaten in 4 nibbles) and a couple sips of sprite.
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