My fight-or-flight instinct is so
strong that it nearly knocks me unconscious. Literally.
But my fight-or-flight instinct errs
on the side of "fight”
My body prepares itself for every
small potential disagreement
as if it was an end of the earth argument.
My body and mind both tell me that
this is a fight for my life, a fight for survival, that I might die
if I don’t defend myself to the best of my ability.
And so, my body amps itself up for a
fight.
In an anxiety attack, I will be
(metaphorically) armed to the teeth and ready to defend myself to the death. My
heart will be pounding so hard, blood rushing through my ears, that I can’t
hear what I’m saying, let alone what you’re saying. I will be dizzy, I will
have trouble standing upright, my arms will feel weightless or incredibly
heavy. I will have to fold my arms or put my hands on my hips.
If I can’t hear what I’m saying, I
might have to repeat myself – multiple times. Or I might start talking louder. Often,
I don’t realise I’m doing this.
I become tongue tied, and the words
in my head can’t make it out. The frustration for this causes me to curse and
swear, because it’s like being trapped in your own head. I’m a genius but when
I’m having an anxiety attach you wouldn’t know it.
If the anxiety attack is bad, and I
start fidgeting my hands, this is because I actually feel like I need to rip my
fingers off. Do you understand how it feels, to have your body tell you that to stop this anxiety attack and to make yourself be better understood
you have to rip your own fingers off? If it’s mild I might want to rip my hair
out, or bang my head against a wall. But if it’s bad, I want to rip my fingers off.
Do any of the things described sound
like I’m physically attacking the other person? Because nowhere in the summary
of events is any attack going to happen on
anyone who isn’t me.
But people take yelling as
intimidation – it’s because I’m effectively deaf.
But people take stance as a “power
pose” – it’s because I’m propping myself up.
Why am I mentioning all this? Because
I’m sick to death of people writing me off. You have anxiety attacks? So do I.
Mine are bad, and they are real. They are no less valid because they’re
different from yours.
Stop being a narcissist, stop using
your power plays and your little threats. Stop assuming that you’re better than
me because your anxiety attacks make you a victim while mine make me a
weaponised attacker – because mine still make me a victim and you are still
attacking me.
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