It's the weirdest thing!!
First of all, I'm Laura, and I have had panic disorder since 1996. Hard to believe that's 15 years. I could write a novel about my life with panic disorder, but the short version is that I have been mostly well for 8 or 9 years. I did CBT and it really helped a lot. I still take meds -200mg zoloft daily (high, I know), .5mg klonopin when anxiety ramps up, and 1mg ativan when panic is imminent.
So the truth is, I've had a lot of change lately. I finished school, got a job that required us to move out of state. I'm a first-year special ed teacher, so it's been a wild, frantic ride trying to keep up. My son just started daycare in August at the age of 2. He's now 2 1/2 and is definitely a Terrible Two.
My setback began two weeks ago. I decided to take my son to the local mall. They have a play area there, and it's free indoor entertainment for my son in this rainy climate. We were at the food court ordering pizza, his favorite food, when I suddenly heard the scraping of a hundred chairs at once. I turned around (things went into slow motion at this point), and saw a ton of people stampeding my way or hitting the floor like a bank robbery. I must have gone blank for a second, but in that second I thought of the shootings in Arizona, all the school shootings, mall shootings, church shootings... and then I heard someone yelling GUN, GUN, HE HAS A GUN, and someone was screaming SHOTS FIRED into a cell phone. I looked down at my 2 year old. Then I threw him down on the floor and lay on top of him. There was a lot of noise. I looked up and saw stores slamming down their metal grates and herding customers into the back of their stores. The food court cleared in about 30 seconds. I stood and joined a stampede of people running out of there, I didn't know where, my son clutched like a football in my arms. He was really upset, kicking and screaming NO MAMA! NO MAMA! and I realized I was screaming too, NO NO NO NO... I tried to calm down and tell him it's going to be OK, we just have to leave. I left everything - my credit card, the stroller, everything - and followed the stampede into an employee area. We pushed through tunnels and wound up running out onto a loading dock. I stood behind some dumpsters with an elderly couple, and we watched people streaming out of the mall, a woman was standing in the middle of the street screaming on her phone in Spanish WHERE ARE YOU!!! It was total chaos, and we didn't know where the gunman was. The old lady asked me if I thought it was safer to stay behind the dumpster or to keep running away. I didn't know! My son was hitting my face, he was so upset. So I clutched him to me and ran out into the street and hid behind an SUV in the parking lot. So many people were calling 911 that I couldn't call for help. I stood there squeezing my baby and started to cry. Other people seemed to be calming down, but I couldn't calm down. I was shaking and hyperventilating and I thought vaguely that since my fight-or-flight system malfunctions, this would be my first opportunity to see how it works when it's supposed to. And it was not calming back down. My stuff was in the mall, I didn't know where my car was, I was alone with my small toddler who didn't understand what was going on, I was getting over the flu, and I couldn't call ANYONE because my phone wouldn't work. I was so upset that all I wanted was to sit on the curb and cry but I was afraid if I sat down, that would be when the gunman came out firing. Cop cars screamed up and cops went pouring into the mall.
After awhile, I realized people were trickling back into the mall. I wandered over that way and asked what was going on. Someone told me that no shots were fired, and the guy had been arrested. So I walked back into the mall, retrieved my credit card and the stroller, and sat in the empty food court in shock. I let my son eat his pizza. I tried to do something useful, so I picked up deserted cell phones and purses and tried to find their owners. Then someone made a noise, everyone looked up at once, and I FLIPPED OUT. They were just listening to an announcement, but I thought the gunman was back. At that point my phone started working again. I called my husband and he said COME HOME. I was afraid to drive, but I made it home. We took my son to the park instead, to take our minds off.
I had my first panic attack in years the next morning. I've had them on and off ever since. They seem to get better if I throw up, but I keep thinking how bad this is. I'm in a new job. I'm the sole breadwinner. I have a toddler who learns by observing EVERYTHING I DO, and I am TERRIFIED that his genes coupled with my mental illness is going to screw him up. This is the first time he's ever seen me like this.
The icing on the cake is that our dog died a week later. Try explaining that to a 30-month-old.
About the mall incident - it turns out that it was just some guy having his first psychotic break. He didn't even HAVE a gun. But mass hysteria had taken over by the time it reached us in the food court. And there had been a fatal shooting at this mall, in that food court, 4 years before. So I assume people were expecting the worst.
Does anyone have experience with "fake" panic coming on the heels of a "real" panic experience? What do I do?
Thanks all,
Laura
PS - Holy bananas! Sorry this was so long!