Monday, July 12, 2010
Panic attack
I've missed my last two classes. One day I wasn't feeling good and I think I just wanted sleep the other day. I went to bed around midnight last night and was dreading getting up. But at 8:15 this morning I did, which is better than usual (usually I have my panic attacks in bed). So I showered, grabbed the toast Kyle made me and got into bed to eat it. Then I had this sudden rush of fear. I kept seeing the teachers' frowns and the kids looking at me like I was a failure. I couldn't get it out of my head. I'm pretty much right on course with the content - I know what I'm doing. I just a) like my sleep and b) feel awkward around the other students. In some ways I feel superior to them - a lot of them can't understand even the basic concepts, but I also feel like they're far superior because they have drive and they show up every class and try really hard, whereas I sort of take my intelligence for granted. Anyway, I crouched in bed and Kyle did his best to soothe me but then he was just like, "So you're not going in today?." It was more of an accusation then a question and then he tensed up and backed away from me. He just seemed disgusted and upset. So I was mad at him, then I just wanted to sleep and let it all fade away. So I did. But he's still upset and I'm upset because it's not my fault. I mean, yes, it sort of is but I had a legitimate attack and he just made it seem like I should get up and suck it up and go. I don't know..... I know he cares, just not quite sure he completely understands.
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