So I didn’t know what a panic attack felt like or that I had claustrophobia before I was in a MRI machine experiencing them, 10ish years ago.
I’m generally pretty chill, probably have less overall anxiety than your average person.
The claustrophobia thing had never come up before, I suppose because it’s pretty easy to avoid small enclosed spaces, especially ones as small as an MRI machine.
I did find after that incident that even thinking about it or trying to imagine going in again I triggered very close to the same feelings as actually doing it.
Last week we went on our yearly vacation in a state park of Pennsylvania and decided to check out a roadside attraction we passed every year, “The Mysterious Maze”
From the website:
“This indoor maze is two stories high & completely dark. Lighted OPTICAL ILLUSIONS and eerie music add to the mystery of a lifetime. The excitement is indescribable! Where you think you are…you’re not! Where you think you’ve been, you haven’t. This maze is so mind boggling you can’t wait to share the experience with family and friends. Changed yearly for our regular customers. For ages 9 or older. Younger children must be accompanied by an adult.”
It didn’t even occur to me that this would be a problem. I had kind of forgotten about the claustrophobia.
My husband and two teenage sons went in ahead of me, I went in holding my 10 year old son’s hand. He is generally a little anxious about everything but wanted to try this.
It’s probably a bad idea for me to even try to describe the experience too much, but I was in a large hallway in the pitch black for a few minutes. I felt slightly uncomfortable, but then things got narrow and getting out of there became the most important thing in the world to me and the thought that there were two stories of this ahead of me was absolutely unbearable. I told the 10 year old he had to come out with me or hurry ahead to the rest of the family because I COULD NOT stay. He stayed! And lived! They all made it out in about 30 minutes. And said they would do it again!
Even though the experience of panic was quite brief, I find any wandering of my thoughts back to then almost as upsetting as the actual thing. It was almost a week ago and I woke suddenly last night in panic because of dreaming about it. I had to leave the bedroom because it felt too confined and sleep on the sofa.
Is this typical aftermath of experiencing your phobia?
Man I don’t like this!