<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177</id><updated>2010-01-04T00:16:22.767Z</updated><title type='text'>Living with Agoraphobia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-2282992884821904940</id><published>2010-01-03T23:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:16:22.790Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/S0EyfQ3SHyI/AAAAAAAAAfI/4A4QvRkmee4/s1600-h/lll+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422670939014962978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/S0EyfQ3SHyI/AAAAAAAAAfI/4A4QvRkmee4/s400/lll+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year Everyone!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all had a fantastic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; and are ready to start the New Year with a bang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try not to be very negative when I write my posts but to give a true account of the last few weeks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; afraid I will need to be a little bit depressing. But firstly I will start with a quick summary of how I feel my year went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would say 2009 was a massive success for me in many ways. After around 5 years of sitting in my bedroom, I took on many challenges and won. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt; 2009 was a massive turn around for me. I started the year off by attending a New Years party in a crowded pub, I then went onto face the dentist for the first time in 8 years (resulting in 11 teeth being removed and 8 fillings or something like that). I walked everyday unless extremely unwell, I never broke this habit. I started driving lessons which took me out of my little village for the first time in many many years. This was my biggest achievement I guess because for years I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; imagine for a second that this was possible. It felt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; beyond me. I drove not only around my village but another 5 on top of that. I started going out for lunch, dinner. Going to restaurants, the cinema, I attended my doctors which again had been impossible before. I got my smear test done and was given the all clear. I have been in hospital, gone house hunting. I attended &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Luke's&lt;/span&gt; communion and other school events. I visited several people at home which for years just did not happen. I got engaged and then I got pregnant. Around the later part of the year I joined the Gym which was a massive achievement and one I am proud to say i have really enjoyed and which has become a huge part of my routine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pregnancy was a sad part of the year. I can see the positives in the situation though. I was extremely scared when I heard the news as it is a massive change, especially for someone who really had no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; for so long. But I faced up to it and seen a completely different future for myself and for Gerry. I attended appointments way out of my comfort zone. I remember being extremely nervous before each one, but I always managed to get there in the end. Sadly the pregnancy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; to be and I miscarried. I know this was a very sad time in my life and it also had an affect on the progress I was making with my agoraphobia. My miscarriage was not straight forward and the process seemed to go on for a few months. With this at the forefront of my mind, i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; able to focus completely on my recovery. That's life though &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; it. I throws us all kinds of s**t at us and we can make the choice to crumble or just battle on. I choose to battle on, and I always will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The year did have sadness but in all it has been my best year in a long time. I feel i have lived where as before I was just existing. Sitting in a bedroom watching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; or chatting online. Now I imagine many people out there who read this might be in that very situation. I am not for a second knocking them, because I really believe that back then I had no choice. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; strong enough to take on the challenge of fighting my agoraphobia. I spent a lot of time inside my own head just figuring myself and my life out. But honestly I cant say I have regrets about trying to get better. At certain parts of this year I felt completely happy and content. Life &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; feel scary, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; living everyday with a knot in my stomach. And I know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; because i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; living inside my head anymore. I was living a life and had other things occupying my brain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The later months of the year, from November to December have been another challenge. I would say it could even be called a relapse. Winter has always been a hard time for me, but since 2008's winter went so well, i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; too worried. But it did have a negative effect. As soon as the clocks changed i felt my mood dip. Anxiety came back again. I did have anxiety in the summer something inside of me could handle it and brushed it off pretty easily. When it returned in the winter it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; disappear quite so easily so it freaked me out a little. There were nights that i suddenly thought 'i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to go out tomorrow'. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; had thoughts like that in so long that it basically terrified me. I was so scared and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; help but worry that I was going back to my old ways. The only way I got myself through this was by telling myself &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; that no matter how anxious i got, i would NEVER just stay in doors again. Even if I was an anxious mess i would FORCE myself to get out and walk, even if it was only around the block. I would not risk staying indoors for one day, as we all know, one day can quickly turn into one week and before we know it we are stuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made myself keep up my routine. I went to the gym or the shops but I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; getting the same buzz as before. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; a total mess when doing these things, but I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; getting the same sense of achievement. My mood was just very flat. There were times i felt anxious but i was stubborn enough not to run from it, but to ride it out, as we are told to do. Then i had the big attack in the cinema which i wrote about. Although it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; my decision to leave the cinema, it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Gerry's&lt;/span&gt;, it felt like a failure. Another knock to the confidence. So looking at it now I can see it was a slow and steady decline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. Well i stressed myself out to the max about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. Worrying about money and not having enough to buy all the gifts i would have liked to buy people. I put myself under so much pressure. Unnecessary pressure! On top of this, 2 of my nephews left the UK to spent 6 weeks in Australia. I talk about my nephews often as they are such a huge part of my life and i see them all the time. When they are around i will pop round to see them every other night, therefore having human contact, and getting out of the house. Suddenly they were gone, so who do I turn to to fill the gap... my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I have also discussed my friends before. How agoraphobia can affect friendships. I was very very lucky that even though I became housebound I was able to maintain a few very special friendships. What is bizarre is that i spoke to these friends MORE when I was housebound! They used to say things like 'if you could go out it would be amazing, we could do....'. I heard this all the time and so the year came where i finally COULD do the things they wanted and where are they? Well I cant say they are here for me. It is very sad and it had made me realise that I value friendships much more than others. But I also accept that we are older, people move on with their lives, they are busy etc. So I am certainly not dissing them, but I cant help say I am disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; just around the corner I was getting further into a depression. It is probably a very sad game to play, but I decided that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; going to contact my 2 best friends but instead wait and see if they remembered me. Christmas day was a gloomy affair. Gerry had made arrangements for us to go to his parents for dinner but I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; feel i could make it. I was struggling just driving around Linwood with my new negative blue head on, and so i felt it was inevitable that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; make it, or what If i even made the journey but was anxious through dinner and had to leave. No no no it just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; ideal. yeah i know this is a really unhealthy way of thinking but its where my head was at the time. And so on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; day Gerry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; with me as I had dinner with my parents. Did my friends get in touch? No they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; actually expect them to, its a busy day, but it still affected me. I was very down, very anxious and suddenly very lonely. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have a big happily family &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. I was pretty much alone and spent the night myself in my bedroom. But hey that was my choice right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so the 2 friends. One has 2 kids and a house to run, and this is her excuse for not being in touch. I do understand this, but she never texts or calls and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry, i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care how hectic your life is but surely once a month you can fit in a text to a friend simply saying 'how are you?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other friend I have mentioned before as being unreliable. Her life is very hectic at the moment also so i understand I am not at the top of her priorities. But on the run up to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; i arranged about 4 nights out for us. I suggested Karaoke, a pub and eventually just a coffee and a catch up. Every night we had planned she cancelled, or simply &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; turn up. I know it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; on purpose but it still hurt. On Boxing day i just cried. It all caught up with me. I felt so down and depressed and so alone. Poor Gerry got the brunt of it. But i really did feel like I had no one. I know that if I had someone available everyday, i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be stuck indoors. But as it is, i pretty much do everything alone. Anyway the friend with the kids, i text her and told her how i felt and she accepted that she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; been there for me. I have since been invited round to her house and enjoyed a catch up. The other friend, i kind of mentioned my depressing Christmas to which she suggested we have lunch on New Years Eve. She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get in touch on the day so the lunch never happened (i did text and call so at least i tried)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway i am not sitting bringing these girls down. I know they have their own lives to live, i just wanted to explain where my head was. I do have to say though, that i call and text both regularly and if they EVER needed me, i would be there in a heartbeat. So i need new friends. But seriously, it is really touch to make new friends at this age, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not really sure where to look ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last bit on depression. When feeling very low i listened to happy music LOUD. It helped. When feeling very blue I reminded myself of the thing I enjoy and will enjoy again. The summer, the kids, the drives, the lunches, the smell of cut grass, the hot summers, the feeling of achievement. When thinking straight I wrote down several sentences to read when my head &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; working so well. Like ... Remember this is your anxious negative head thinking, not you! See this anxiety as a positive, a challenge that you will beat and therefore be even stronger. Always attempt things even if you are scared because you will get that buzz you love. Even if you panic, at least YOU TRIED. Nothing feels worse than knowing you never even tried. Then you feel like a failure and the anxiety just gets worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so the positives. We are over half way through the winter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YEY&lt;/span&gt;! The nights are becoming lighter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YEY&lt;/span&gt;! The holidays are over and normality can resume, including the gym being open again as it was closed over the festive period &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YEY&lt;/span&gt;'. I have a new diary which i will use to write my achievements, keep my routine up. I can focus on my recovery again with no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; worries to get in the way. We are in January so my nephews will return soon (on the 15&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;). And I will be working with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jorg&lt;/span&gt; so hopefully this will also build on my strengths again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am sorry for the doom and gloom, but hey I am always honest. For those of you who had a fantastic time then I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; happy for you and really glad it went well. For the others out there who might have had a Christmas more similar to mine, then lets just celebrate that it is over now. Lets look into the new year with fresh eyes. See the obstacles not as chores but see them as challenges to beat! Kick their asses and just get stronger. I tell myself this depression has been a good thing, once it is completely gone, it is another battle that I have won making me even more experienced and even stronger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year was a good year for me and surely this can only be built on. I will not go back the way, i simply refuse. Yes I have to accept that the bad times can still come, but now i try to embrace them and move steadily through them instead of freaking out and imagining the world is ending.  The things we want are completely &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;achievable&lt;/span&gt;.  We just need to focus and do what is right for us. Baby steps seems to work well for me. The light at the end of the tunnel eventually shines. Sometimes it just takes longer than others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope we can share this year together. The good and the bad. We all need support and someone to talk to and i offer my ear to anyone who needs it. May 2010 be OUR year. All of us together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-2282992884821904940?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/2282992884821904940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=2282992884821904940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/2282992884821904940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/2282992884821904940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/S0EyfQ3SHyI/AAAAAAAAAfI/4A4QvRkmee4/s72-c/lll+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-8392084974543257747</id><published>2009-12-22T20:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:35:59.751Z</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www2.cleverlink.com.au/clevernews/Merry%20Christmas.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www2.cleverlink.com.au/clevernews/Merry%20Christmas.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello everyone, it's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bore you with negative chat about how i have been. Sadly after the episode at the cinema I was a bit down. I kept up my routine but was feeling a bit blue. On top of that i was stressing about Christmas and not having enough money for all the gifts I wanted to buy. The stress finally got on top of me and resulted in the odd panic attack. I suppose it was inevitable after the amount of pressure I had put myself under but thankfully I have come out the other side. I am back to my happy positive self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I enjoyed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Luke's&lt;/span&gt; Christmas Carol concert and the snow fell heavily on my village. So I am feeling very festive now. I wont lie and say this is my favourite time of year, because it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt;. I breathe a sigh of relief when its all over, gifts are bought and wrapped and I can stop worrying about it all. Then the following week we move into a New Year and this is when I feel my best. New Year, New Start! Somehow it motivates me all over again to begin the year as I mean to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a strange email last week from a man from Denmark. Having read my blog he wanted to offer me his help. He has a business where he deals with people who suffer from anxiety, phobias etc and felt that he could improve my situation. Obviously we are in different countries but thanks to modern technology &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jorg&lt;/span&gt; and I have had our first session. It went really well and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; perked my spirits. I think that somehow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jorg&lt;/span&gt; has come along at just the right time for me. With it being the holidays we wont have another session for a while but I look forward to seeing how it goes. I don't have any expectations or hopes pined on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jorg&lt;/span&gt;. I think I am doing pretty well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;compared&lt;/span&gt; to a year ago, but a little help never done any harm did it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is short and sweet. I hope you are all ready for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; and are in good spirits. I wish you all the best for Christmas and New Year and look forward to another year together. May 2010 be YOUR year! xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-8392084974543257747?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8392084974543257747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=8392084974543257747' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/8392084974543257747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/8392084974543257747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas Everyone'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-5581875168702775990</id><published>2009-11-25T23:19:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:13:32.138Z</updated><title type='text'>OK, This isnt funny anymore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Sw3IEI_l5lI/AAAAAAAAAe4/250Fq-ENoF4/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408198701001074258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Sw3IEI_l5lI/AAAAAAAAAe4/250Fq-ENoF4/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my tarot reading on Friday I had a very quiet weekend. We are having the most horrendous weather here at the moment and Gerry was doing overtime on 'Flood watch' so i basically stayed at home with my nephews. Nice and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday i was back into my routine, sleep, gym, shops, home, dinner, maybe see Gerry. This i can cope with. This is normality for me at the moment. Remember I was saying that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really like to do things in the spur of the moment, how i like to plan things? Well Gerry rung me as I arrived at the gym on Monday and told me we were going for a drive. Yes, he TOLD me. Well being told what to do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; really bode to well with me. I need time to mentally prepare, so a big old domestic soon kicked off. I point blank refused to go for a drive. I told him that i had already made plans and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; about to jump just because Gerry had decided he fancied a drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i think i must sound like a total bitch. Poor Gerry. A year and a half he has put up with this crap and yet somehow hes still here. Anyway, on Monday night i took time to reflect and i felt utterly miserable. How frustrating that I want so much more out of life but just cant do it yet. The easy answer to that would be..... well just do it then! But it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; that easy, as you know. I decided a bold gesture was needed. I text Gerry and told him that I would go and stay over night at his house this Saturday. I figured if i mentally prepared myself I just might cope. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt; i knew that I may panic, but told myself that even if i did, i would ride it out. I also prepared Gerry for all the eventualities. I told him that if i really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; calm myself and HAD to leave then he must drive me home immediately. I explained that I may have to go into another room and be on my own and that i might be really rotten company. But Gerry was delighted, excited and talked about what we would do, what he would cook. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think I have really seen him so eager for any anything. All the while i was getting more and more nervous and telling myself that i could not let him down. I actually got really upset when i imagined telling him I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be able to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it is now Wednesday and its cinema night for Gerry and I. For the past 3 weeks we have gone to the cinema and each time we have seen a random movie that neither of us has been that bothered about but this week we finally had a movie we both wanted to see, 'New Moon'. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sequel&lt;/span&gt; to 'Twilight' looked quite good so we set off to the cinema and I was pretty happy. We got inside and found our seats and i was still nice and calm but prepared myself for the crazy thoughts to eventually come. I hoped that i would be so into the movie this time that i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; even have those thoughts, but that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; the case. The thoughts came, the usual ones where i imagined panicking etc, but i sat in my seat and focused on the movie. Then the sweaty palms begin... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; lovely, eyes on the movie. Heart begins to pound!...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; this is new, it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; gotten this bad in previous weeks. Panic Attack... and breathe. Now was a good time for me to go to the loo. I told Gerry i felt unwell and was going to try calm myself. I went into the loo's feeling very dizzy and that detached feeling was taking over, you know when nothing seems quite real. I ran my hands and wrists under the cold tap.... and breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling slightly less panicked I still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to go back into the room yet. I needed to come down some more. So i went outside and had a cigarette. I looked at my car and reminded myself that if i really wanted to leave, i would be home quick enough. Still not quite calm i phoned a friend and as we chatted i seemed to come back to earth a little. I was aware though that i was taking quite a while by now and Gerry must have been wondering where I was. I stood in the lobby and chatted some more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; i seen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Gerry&lt;/span&gt; looking for me. Oops. This is exactly what I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want. I was annoyed at myself for missing the movie but no way did I want Gerry to miss out. Sadly Gerry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to sit and watch it alone and said we would be as well just leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with leaving, was that I have constantly told myself that if i am anxious, i will ride it out. That the worst thing to do is flee the situation. That will only make it hard to face when u want to go back to that place. The other problem with leaving was the guilt. The guilt of causing Gerry to miss the movie. Well i think those thoughts were too much for my already anxious brain to handle. Panic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; slowly rise from 1 to 10 this time. It hit me full on with a 10 on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;arrghh&lt;/span&gt; scale. Gerry went to the loo and it flipped between a 9 and a 10 but never went below that. I was at the stage where if he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; hurry up i was gonna have to shout on him.... no SCREAM on him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He appeared phew and i marched to the car. Do i drive/do i let him drive/can i drive/what if its worse as i drive/i might crash/ will he drive quickly enough. I threw him the keys. He drove home at the speed limit but while in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;passenger&lt;/span&gt; seat i composed myself. I realised that in a whole year and a half, Gerry had never seen me panic like this. It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; fun at all. I got home and settled quite quickly but the guilt remains. And i cant help being totally disappointed with myself. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; given up before but i know i have never panicked so severely recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just not funny anymore! How &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt; is this process?? A year now i have been battling away. I try to remind myself just how far i have come but really its a struggle. 28 years of age and I am living with my parents. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to be in this house. I want to be with Gerry, in our own place. Living our lives together. I am so frustrated but i am grateful for the frustration at times. In the past I wouldnt have had these ambitions, and i was happy to sit in my room week after week, year after year. But now i WANT a life. And i used to tell myself, so what if you panic, it will pass and you will stick it out. But tonight i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; stick it out. Tonight my head was filled with total urgency. MOVE. NOW. MUST. GET. HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so Saturday night at Gerry's place is off for now :(. I just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think its a good idea. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to scare myself and end up suffering weeks of anxiety. I think i need to go back to the 'baby steps' approach. I was so scared about telling him and letting him down. I even feared he would call the whole relationship off. I just felt that I managed to JUST keep myself together tonight knowing that I could be home &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relatively&lt;/span&gt; quickly, but know i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; cope quite as well being at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Gerry's&lt;/span&gt; which is about 4 times further away than the cinema. And so i text him the bad news, asked him if he wanted to leave me and braced myself for tears.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I will never leave you Lynn. I love you. We will do this in stages and get there eventually'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cried anyway ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-5581875168702775990?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/5581875168702775990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=5581875168702775990' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/5581875168702775990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/5581875168702775990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/11/ok-this-isnt-funny-anymore.html' title='OK, This isnt funny anymore!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Sw3IEI_l5lI/AAAAAAAAAe4/250Fq-ENoF4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-6261359207802236068</id><published>2009-11-20T23:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:40:46.700Z</updated><title type='text'>My Visit To The White Witch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SwcooRZpLgI/AAAAAAAAAew/nXvBtsDbhy4/s1600/tarot_cards_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406334550012407298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SwcooRZpLgI/AAAAAAAAAew/nXvBtsDbhy4/s400/tarot_cards_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have just returned from an appointment with a white witch who read my tarot cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know there will be a lot of sceptics out there, but I would say I am quite a spiritual person and this kind of thing has always interested me. I had a few readings in the past, about 10 years ago, and so I was eager to see what I would be told, since the past 10 years have been pretty eventful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventful might not be the best way to describe Agoraphobia, because the past 10 years have involved a lot of sitting around doing nothing. A lot of boredom, and a lot of time in my bedroom. But on a mental level this was obviously a massive part of my life. I am going to write as much as i can remember from my reading, basically so i can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; it all while its still fresh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I sat down and Jackie told me a bit about herself and how she is a white witch, she explained the tarot cards to me, and before I was told to shuffle the pack, she immediately told me something. 'I am sensing that you are very empathetic, you can read people very well. But not only this. Other people's emotions affect your emotions, and this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; always necessarily a good thing. It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; always nice to walk into a room and know immediately what someone is thinking about you'. 'Do you know you are an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;empath&lt;/span&gt;'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have now googled this and here is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;description&lt;/span&gt; of an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;empath&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the ability to not only read energy, but to literally feel its effects within your own body. In other words 'to energetically empathise with another'. In short when someone has an experience to which they have a physical or emotional reaction, you instantly 'get it'. When a person is said to be an 'Unconscious &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Empath&lt;/span&gt;', it simple means that they are not schooled in that particular psychic ability, and they are a walking 'psychic energy sponge'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I did always think I was an excellent judge of character and that I can read people very well emotionally, but never thought there was anything psychic about that. Anyway... I shuffled the pack and Jackie dealt the cards. She then went on to say that my cards were showing lots of creativity. She said I am very artistic and I am bursting with creativity. I have never ever thought that I was artistic in anyway! She said that there are usually 2 types of people. Either you are very artistic or you are very academic. But that in my case my cards were showing a great deal of both. She said I am very intelligent (no laughing please). &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all very nice to hear but I really still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; agree with the artistic thing but she kept on about it and all i could think about was.... my blog??? I really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what she was getting at. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It continued in this way for a while. Jackie saying that I am creative and that I need to express this in some way, and that I have an exciting offer coming my way regarding this. She mentioned a promotion but since i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have a job, that seems unlikely. Whatever, she was telling me nice positive things so I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; complaining. Maybe something will come my way? I am certainly looking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She showed me the cards which represented my past and I have to say they were the most dull and miserable cards on the table. Right at the bottom of them though was the death card. I have always known this card to be positive. The death card usually means the end of something and a new beginning. So it seemed the cards were saying I have had a hard time in the past, even an awful time, but that this is coming to an end. Jackie said she could see that I was working hard to better this situation and that I was continuing to fight. Well I can only assume this is the anxiety and she could see how hard I have been working to get over it. She advised me to keep at it because i will get where i want to be. Regarding my past she never mentioned any specific problem but said it seemed like a depression, but my lips were sealed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my personality she said I am a very caring person. That I am very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt;. In the past I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have said i was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt; but i guess after the last year this has changed somewhat so maybe she was correct with that. She explained that I need time on my own and that I need my own space. Well this is very correct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love life. She mentioned a male in my life who was a fire sign i think. Leo, Aries or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt;. Well as far as I am aware Gerry is none of those signs but everything else she said about the male makes me think that it has to be him. She also done a reading on Gerry, the basic theme being.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gerry and I are soul mates. We have finally met our match in each other. He can be a very positive person. He is very ambitious and wants to be the boss. He wants to provide for me and give me everything I want out of life. We will not part. We both want the same things out of our future (true) and we have a very happy future ahead of us. Gerry is very stubborn and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; like being told he is wrong. It is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Gerry's&lt;/span&gt; way or no way at all (i laughed when she said that). She said he needs to understand my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt; and not take things so personally. She asked if something had happened in his past to make him so insecure (i asked him that exact question). She said he is completely in love with me. He thinks I am the best thing in the world and that there is no one better (i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; really agree with that, hes certainly never told me that). She showed me a card with sticks and she said that is Gerry beating people around you away. He wants you all to himself. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; so true!!! She told me that he has a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; planned for me round about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; time (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emmm&lt;/span&gt; a gift maybe??) but she did say it was something special, so perhaps not just a material gift. She asked if we are trying for a baby and said she sees us receiving good news about this in August next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Emmmm&lt;/span&gt; i think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; about it really. It was a very positive reading and it made my future sound quite rosy. She did say if she seen anything bad she would tell me about it, but thankfully nothing was mentioned. We ended our reading with her again talking about my psychic ability. She told me to buy some tarot cards and practice at home. She said I will learn to use my ability better then and that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; ready before (she somehow knew i had bought tarot cards in the past).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was a nice little night out for me and my friend Angela. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; learn anything very specific but its nice to hear that Gerry and I are good for each other. I know i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need someone else to tell me this but its still nice to hear. Oh and obviously we are engaged but the 2 of cups was one of my cards regarding Gerry and apparently &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; marriage...so it was all good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-6261359207802236068?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/6261359207802236068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=6261359207802236068' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/6261359207802236068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/6261359207802236068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-visit-to-white-witch.html' title='My Visit To The White Witch'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SwcooRZpLgI/AAAAAAAAAew/nXvBtsDbhy4/s72-c/tarot_cards_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-5784733172963532317</id><published>2009-11-13T13:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:17:40.684Z</updated><title type='text'>Luke and Gordon Ramsay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Sv1cN0NWLVI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Yx4dVYnQrIY/s1600-h/lukeandgordon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403576520337141074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Sv1cN0NWLVI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Yx4dVYnQrIY/s400/lukeandgordon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally got a picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; the meal was lovely but Luke went all shy and hardly spoke even though Gordon chatted with him for ages. Typical ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-5784733172963532317?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/5784733172963532317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=5784733172963532317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/5784733172963532317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/5784733172963532317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/11/luke-and-gordon-ramsay.html' title='Luke and Gordon Ramsay'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Sv1cN0NWLVI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Yx4dVYnQrIY/s72-c/lukeandgordon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-6486792971126943680</id><published>2009-11-12T23:05:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:27:18.635Z</updated><title type='text'>An Eventful Couple of Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SvyZfzD63aI/AAAAAAAAAeg/EjgrLjpcsCE/s1600-h/67915722_ee13b32bdd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403362424499396002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SvyZfzD63aI/AAAAAAAAAeg/EjgrLjpcsCE/s400/67915722_ee13b32bdd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other night when i wrote my blog I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; very happy with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it sounded negative. Maybe it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; but i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; felt negative! Since then I have really pushed myself and had a busy couple of days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have ran lots of errands and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; happy to say that Gerry and I went to the cinema. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Admittedly&lt;/span&gt; i did dread it at first but in the end I had a lovely night and really enjoyed myself. When we got home I told him what the trip was really like for me. On the outside I looked happy and relaxed but on the inside it was totally different. Probably for the first 45 minutes of the movie i have having really negative thoughts. My head was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt; of 'What if i panic', 'Gerry will have to carry me to the car', 'What if i totally freak out and can't make it stop', 'oh no i need to drive home from here' etc etc. It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; scare me, just really annoyed me. I was trying to watch a movie and this little niggle in my head was just inconvenient. I ignored the thoughts because I knew they were completely irrational. So what if I did panic? I knew I would be totally fine and that it would pass. My driving lessons have proved this. I have been much further from home that the cinema, panicked, and then been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;! Then something inside me just clicked into place and I completely relaxed. No more thoughts, just watched the end of the movie. (which was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Jennifer's&lt;/span&gt; Body and just average).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always I have been to the gym, and today I had a doctors appointment. Feeling much more upbeat i headed to the doctors where i was due to meet my mum. Mum &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; there. I do lots of things on my own, so i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; too worried. From there I went to the library to pick up some books. The anxiety hit me in there. The thoughts. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt; how annoying! I ignored them again and although I wanted to leave and go to the car I refused to allow it and continued looking for a good book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally tonight Gerry and I went to get some take away food for dinner. I was driving this time. it was already dark out, and I managed to drive into a massive hole in the road. Gerry had a nice moan but I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; see the big deal. 'It will wreck your wheels' he was saying. 'Whatever' i thought. We drove to the restaurant and then got back in the car to head home. My car felt very strange. If i had been on my own i would have just kept on driving. Just shows how much I know about cars. Gerry knew the probably immediately that I had a flat tyre! When he told me the problem I just kept on driving &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; he explained that i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; DRIVE the car any further...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; that just an agoraphobics dream? Fantastic. We were stranded. Gerry started pottering about in the boot looking for a Jack and getting out my spare tyre. Oh yeah, i forgot those were there and that they are used on this occasion. So basically I am stuck in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;car park&lt;/span&gt;, in the dark, in the rain, with no way top get home and I need to stand here while he changes a tyre....'HOW LONG IS THAT GONNA TAKE'. Gerry and I had a few minutes of screaming at each other. Him blaming me for my rubbish driving and me screaming because?? I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know, because it was my idea of hell i suppose. I ran over my options. Phone my dad and ask him to come get us, which would leave my car there. Or phone a taxi. I decided I would wait with Gerry while he seen to the tyre. I was actually really calm. Only a few times did I think 'oh crap this is so not ideal' but i was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; really. Now most of you will know the name of the thing that you use to unscrew the nuts on the wheel, i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;, but anyway, mines was rubbish and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; work so i had to call my dad. At this point my mum answered and in a flash of anxiety I had a go at her. It went a bit like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - Mum can you get Dad, i have broken down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum - Oh your kidding, have you really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- (anxiety starts) YES REALLY can you get dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum - What happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - Mum can you just get dad please, i need him to come pick us up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum - Oh i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know, your dads a bit busy at the moment and hes not in a good mood &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - (anxiety risen) I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; GIVE A **** WHAT MOOD HE IS IN CAN YOU JUST GET HIM AND TELL HIM TO HURRY BECAUSE GERRY IS DRIVING ME CRAZY AND I NEED PICKED UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad came, type still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; be fixed. Got driven home. Went straight in and apologised to my mother and explained that I lost it due to anxiety. We had our food and then headed back down with the proper tools. Tyre changed and home safe and sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of days in the life of an agoraphobic. Fun times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-6486792971126943680?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/6486792971126943680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=6486792971126943680' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/6486792971126943680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/6486792971126943680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/11/eventful-couple-of-days.html' title='An Eventful Couple of Days'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SvyZfzD63aI/AAAAAAAAAeg/EjgrLjpcsCE/s72-c/67915722_ee13b32bdd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-8289484254402415773</id><published>2009-11-10T15:23:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:05:12.433Z</updated><title type='text'>On the Road again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SvmN7sx0vFI/AAAAAAAAAeY/TEDUqCeR004/s1600-h/Photo-0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402505284779555922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SvmN7sx0vFI/AAAAAAAAAeY/TEDUqCeR004/s400/Photo-0057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SvmNxFWXAGI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/iyRFeZXxFPM/s1600-h/Photo-0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402505102396686434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SvmNxFWXAGI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/iyRFeZXxFPM/s400/Photo-0054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello to all of you, i hope you are well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats been happening lately? Well its been a couple of weeks since I wrote and I had a lovely spell of anxiety for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I know what caused it. I had mentioned before that my boyfriend and I have been house hunting, but we have discovered that its probably not the ideal time to selling his house and buying another, what with the credit crunch and all that. I was very disappointed as i finally felt ready to move out of the family home and get on with my future. It seems like madness that Gerry has a gorgeous flat sitting there, instead of trying to buy somewhere together, I should just live there! If only life was that simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have said before that Gerry lives in a completely different town. It is beyond my comfort zone and I feel i would be stuck in this new town with nothing much to do. Since i still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have my driving licence, i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; drive to and from my parents house in another town on my own. Gerry does love in an area that has better shops, parks, and pubs etc. But i still think i would feel nervous walking around this new territory on my own. Of course I would be with Gerry a lot but what about when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; alone. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; writing this now i realise i sound very very negative. But i think when I realised we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; simply buy a house in my town and have a lovely &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; in our new home, i was very disappointed. But on top of that I started to feel nervous again. I realised that the pressure was back on! Now i need to try constantly to improve my driving and get myself over to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Gerry's&lt;/span&gt; house as soon as possible. He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; going to wait forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes it affected me in the form of anxiety and also a few panic attacks. I was in bed one night when i suddenly started to focus on my breathing. Why do we do this to ourselves? As soon as you start to focus on your breathing too much it goes weird. Before i knew it I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obsessing&lt;/span&gt; over the fact I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; get a full breath. This is probably because i was s&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; uptight and tense but it made me panic. Luckily I talked myself down before the panic was out of control, but even a little attack like that can set you back a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would say I was prob anxious for a week after that. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thinking&lt;/span&gt; about my breathing more and more but reminding myself that I have the ability to fix my breathing should the panic happen again. I really had to force myself to continue my routine at this point. I still went to the gym everyday but i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; really feel the same sense of satisfaction from things. It bothered me that although I was keeping busy the anxiety was still there. I hoped it would pass eventually and thank goodness it did. It always does! But sometimes it does take a little bit longer and I think we need to just tell ourselves to be patient! However, its not nice and i empathise with anyone who deals with this. I actually questioned if i possibly even had depression as I just felt so 'flat'. Anyway, like i said, it passed after about a week and things seemed a bit more positive again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a nice Halloween with my nephews, only one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; dress up as he thinks he is told old now that he is 11. I think hes at an age where he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; want to do anything that will make him look silly. But never one to take myself too seriously, i got dressed up for the night. Not a very original costume i must admit but i dressed up as my dad. My dad rides a motorbike and sings in a band so i was dressed in leathers, rock &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tshirt&lt;/span&gt;, his jeans, helmet, shades, gloves and even a goatee beard. The kids loved it and at the end of the day &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why i done it. My dad went to a party dressed as Gene Simmons from KISS and i done his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;face paint&lt;/span&gt; as you can see in the photo. I think it turned out well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; was another week of me trying to keep up with my routine, I went to the gym everyday and attended a body attack class with a friend at night. Gerald then told me i need to rebook my driving lessons to start driving back to his house again. I can admit that my driving lessons were a HUGE part of my improvement at the start of the year, but the thought still filled me with a little dread. I did was I was told thought and booked a lesson for Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday was the day of my lesson and I was very nervous. However, I reminded myself that I was ALWAYS nervous before lessons but usually felt fine once we got going. As soon as I got in the car I made a big speech about how I was nervous and that I wanted it to be treated as my first ever lesson since I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; been out with my instructor for months. I even suggested that maybe we should just stick to my little village, just this once, so i could get back into the swing of things. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt; i drive most days on my own (with another qualified driver) but its different when you are driving with an instructor who is telling you where to go etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We set off and obviously he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; listen to a word I had said. Suddenly we were miles from my home and I was thrown into the deep end with parallel parking, 3 point turns, reversing round corners and so on. I was proud that I was in the other town, but i did get nervous. When I was at the furthest away point we were parked in a street while my instructor told me different rules of the road. At that point i panicked a bit. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;visualised&lt;/span&gt; the journey back home and it seemed endless. I wanted to put my foot on the gas and speed home as fast as the car would take me. But i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; do that. Not with my instructor going on about speed limits. I thought of telling him the lesson was over and telling him to drive me home but obviously i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;. I sat and listened and done what I was told. Turned left when i was told. Stopped the car when i was told. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I thought we were about to start heading home he would have me driving in the opposite direction. I always liked this about him. He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; take any crap from me. He wont listen to my excuses and pushes me to go further. At one point i realised i was outside &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Gerry's&lt;/span&gt; parents house. That made me happy as they have been inviting me over for ages and i just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; faced it. At that point I was calm and realised I should really arrange to visit soon. Eventually i got home in one piece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lesson was a success and Gerry was delighted to find out where i was. In the end I was minutes from his house, but i can admit it did scare me. That rush of OH MY GOD LOOK WHERE I AM I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE AND I AM MILES FROM HOME WHAT THE &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FICK&lt;/span&gt; AM I GOING TO DO!!!!!!!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; not fun! No matter how short lived it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gerry being happy with my progress started making arrangements. 'Well now that you have done that we can go to the supermarket tomorrow', 'We will go to the cinema on Wednesday Night, 'We can visit my parents at the weekend'. Wonderful huh. I agreed to all of this and told myself that i DO need to start doing this stuff more often anyway. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt; i will prob be pretty uncomfortable as I drive to his parents house but i need to put myself in these situations. It will be worth it and I know i can do it if i focus. The cinema has never thrilled me to be honest. Not for agoraphobic reasons but i just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; enjoy sitting in an uncomfortable chair for almost 2 hours , in the dark, and not being able to talk. I agreed though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I had a few errands to run. My car was in for its MOT and i needed to go pick it up, which i did. And then Gerry started talking about going to the supermarket. There is a supermarket right where I was picking up my car but Gerry wanted to go to one further away as he insists its much better. It probably is better to be honest but today i just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; wanna do it. Last night i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get the best sleep and i think the driving lesson overwhelmed me a bit so today i felt like just taking things easy. Id get my car, go to the shops next to the garage, go home and have a relaxing dinner. Oh no... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not enough for Gerry. He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; happy with me at all. I basically refused to go to the supermarket and told him I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; feel up to it. I did feel a bit nervous and although i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; mind driving to the supermarket, i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; really fancy walking about inside while he done his shopping. On top of that the schools were just coming out and the roads were really busy, so i really just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to go. Should I still have tried? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt; i probably should have. but sometimes you just KNOW when its not a good idea, when its inevitable that you will panic for whatever reason. And i just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; feel mentally strong enough to tackle it. I explained that I am doing good! I went on my lesson and will continue to go weekly, we are going to the cinema and going to his parents this weekend. Could he cut me some slack please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; it seems. He left in a mood and I have since had a text saying I need to sort myself out as he is sick and tired of doing things on his own. He made such a big deal about the supermarket though. And i think when someone builds it up so much like that it seems much harder! Anyway &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; home. Hes gone. We will be fine. This is just the sort of thing couple need to deal with when one of them is agoraphobic, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, onwards and upwards. I am happy to have my car back and look forward of getting back to the gym. Now i just need to prepare myself for the other trips i will be making.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh i almost forgot, the magazine article.  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think it will be going ahead.  Basically they say they NEED a photograph of myself and Gerry.   Gerry wont allow it.  I think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; perfectly understandable.  He is a very private person (poor boy must HATE my blog) but he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; like his life being broadcast.  Yes he is on my blog but since no one here knows about it, it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; seem so bad.  Its a whole different ballgame having your photo in a national magazine.  He will not change his mind on this and i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; see why he should have to.  The story is about me so they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be so desperate for a picture of Gerry and if they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to go ahead without his photo then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; fine with me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the Time travellers wife was a fantastic book.  Enjoyed it lots, but the movie sucked.  Isnt that always the case? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-8289484254402415773?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8289484254402415773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=8289484254402415773' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/8289484254402415773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/8289484254402415773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-road-again.html' title='On the Road again'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SvmN7sx0vFI/AAAAAAAAAeY/TEDUqCeR004/s72-c/Photo-0057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-988313805417039066</id><published>2009-10-26T14:08:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:30:16.627Z</updated><title type='text'>Have I Done Something Wrong?</title><content type='html'>Guess who is unwell again? Yes, it's me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously this is just getting ridiculous now ha.  For the last  3 days I have had the cold but I would rather describe it as the flu!  I'm sure its actually the flu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stayed in bed most of the time but obviously each day I've gone out just to keep on top of things.  I haven't been sleeping very well, and when I do, I wake up soaked with sweat.  At least my body is fighting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, its not got me down or anything, but since I am in bed resting up I figured I would write a little post 'cough cough'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reporter who wants my story has been in touch a couple of times and she HAS interviewed me.  But my decision wont be made &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; she reads me her story.  I sense that she is trying to go in the direction of 'meeting Gerry made me better' and i wont be agreeing with that because it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; true and it would misguide any agoraphobics reading the article.  Are they going to start looking for love so that they can be cured?  That's not what happened to me, so I will see what she comes back with.   I did write about the article in the comments of my last post and what would make me want to go ahead with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, there are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;agoraphobics&lt;/span&gt; out there who &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have access to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and who might stumble across the article and find some relief.  To discover they are not alone and to see that change is possible.  Secondly, They HAVE offered me money for the story.  To be honest this is something i would NEVER have agreed to but I have debt!  The money would take care of this debt and would mean that I could move into my new home debt free.  Many people are encouraging me to go ahead with the article but somehow a part of me cant help feel like a sell out and if i really think about it, i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to do the article.  I should mention that the money i owe... i owe to my mother, and I cant bear it.  I want her taken care of so that she no longer has to worry.  Also the coward of me thinks negatively.  I live in small village where a lot of people know me, but to them I appear 'normal'.  They have no idea of my story.  I am sure many people would think my story is interesting, they might even sympathise that Ive had a tough time, but what about the small minded people who could see it?  What if i get people whispering or even shouting 'weirdo' at me in the street.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt; I am probably over thinking things a great deal.  Chances are the article will appear in some little obscure magazine that no one from here will see, but you never know do you.  Also Jason hit the nail on the head when he said he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; defined my his agoraphobia and that is exactly how I feel.  Yes it has been a big part of my life but there is so much more to me than that.  So do i really want that label attached to me.  Even writing this now I wonder if this is really worth all the hassle?? Its not at all... but then there is mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having being stuck in bed for a few days I have had time to think about the past few years and I remembered how i felt when this all happened, or when I was having a particularly anxious time.  Has anyone else ever wondered 'Have I done something wrong to deserve this'?  What goes around comes around is what people say.  Karma and all that.  I used to wonder if this phobia was punishment for being a horrible selfish child.  Or was it happening because I had lied before.  Or cheated on a boyfriend when I was younger?  I tried to turn this idea into a positive and say that this is happening for my future.  This horrible affliction is actually making me a stronger, more empathetic person.  And hopefully in time it will have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;equipped&lt;/span&gt; me with the tools to help other people in need, maybe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why it happened?  Just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the clocks changing.  Does this only happen in the UK?  Does anyone else dislike it?  I know with anxiety people can dislike change... not being in control.  I think it messes my routine.  Its actually ridiculous but i take my medication every day at 2.00 on the dot.  So the clock changing means i have to rethink this.  Do i take it a 1 (since the clock went back an hour). or do i stick to 2.00, which means it is actually 3.00.  Confusing?  Its a total pain!  I now take my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; at 1.30 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.  More to the point the clocks going back means that it gets dark earlier now.  Darkness in Scotland seems to set in about 4.30 now. Great huh! I miss the sun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess Ill be off again.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; reading 'The time travellers wife' and enjoying it so much.  Usually i race through books in a couple of sittings but I am actually trying to take my time with this since i am enjoying the story.  Hope you are all well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-988313805417039066?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/988313805417039066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=988313805417039066' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/988313805417039066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/988313805417039066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/10/have-i-done-something-wrong.html' title='Have I Done Something Wrong?'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-9081960298707531633</id><published>2009-10-20T20:59:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:45:56.611+01:00</updated><title type='text'>House Hunting and Gordon Ramsay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/St4YdB2sQeI/AAAAAAAAAdI/WiqwaZhTzc4/s1600-h/riverinn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394776290629534178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/St4YdB2sQeI/AAAAAAAAAdI/WiqwaZhTzc4/s400/riverinn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Blogland&lt;/span&gt;! I feel my blogging is seriously lacking at the moment so once again it is time for a catch up. How are you all getting on? I hope you are well and anxiety free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I suppose. Considering it has been quite a stressful few months I am just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relieved&lt;/span&gt; that I have still been going out everyday. Even if it's only a short drive or a walk I still make sure I leave the house. I have noticed though that I have just been maintaining the progress I have made. I still go to the gym, visit friends, go to the shops and things like that, but I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; actually been pushing the boundaries. The one way I always got to push those limits was on my driving lessons and due to everything that has been happening I still haven't booked those! (Always procrastinating but I WILL sort it out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Gerry's birthday and I decided that I would book us a table in a restaurant which we have both been dying to try. It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; actually that far away really, but it would still be a bit of a challenge as I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; really ventured massively out of my comfort zone in a while. For weeks I had known about it but it never worried me at all. I was confident that on the day of the meal I would just get in the car and go. But then on the day before the meal Gerry surprised me by suggesting that we give it a trial run to the restaurant. Well this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; go down to well. Obviously Gerry just thought he was being helpful but I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; happy at all. To have it sprung on me like that, I suddenly felt like I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; do it. The drive seemed way too difficult. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; actually know how to explain this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that making a plan in advance can be a good thing. I knew about the meal and I was mentally prepared to take that trip when the day came. I wanted to go, so obviously when you WANT to do something, it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; seem as difficult. But on the other hand when you want something very much, it becomes a bigger deal and therefor maybe your putting yourself under pressure??&lt;br /&gt;This would make me think that making plans in advance is the best way to go. But then I contradict myself because I have often said I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like plans. I don't like appointments. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like to be tied to something. For example a doctors appointment or a dentist appointment can have you totally stressed on the lead up to the dreaded day. Thinking about nothing else and in my experience, losing sleep over it.&lt;br /&gt;Spur of the moment can work too. I can suddenly decide to go see a friend or go nip to the shops as they seem easy now. But if you suddenly ask me to jump in the car and drive 10 miles I wont thank you for it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt; Ill prob shout at you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know which way is best. Maybe it totally depends on the frame of mind you are in... but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Gerry mentioned the trial drive to the restaurant (which i refused) I suddenly felt anxious about the following day. I thought about nothing else all night and built it into this huge tasks which i would have to undertake. To be honest, it had become to hard. I was gutted and totally frustrated with myself. But I told myself to at least TRY. Even if I had to turn back, i had to at least try it. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; just rule it out, cause that would be the agoraphobia winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Gerry's birthday arrived. I got up and got myself dressed to go for the meal. I was physically shaking and even thought of changing the venue and visiting a restaurant closer to home but I refused. Our table was booked for 4.00 so it was more of a Sunday lunch really but at 3.30 we set off. I chatted and tried to relax myself, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; I was prob wittering a lot of rubbish but Gerry is used to me by now. Then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;disaster&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Disaster&lt;/span&gt; for an agoraphobic on a mission. The road to the restaurant was closed. Big Diversion signs filled the road and I had no where to turn back. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really know what came over me but I just followed the diversion (not that I had much choice). I was nervous though and certainly not thrilled by it but i continued to drive. To Gerry the diversion probably didn't seem to long but to me, as you can imagine, it felt like miles. Thankfully we arrived at the restaurant in one piece. While eating our meal I did worry about the drive home. It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; going to be the straight road that I had initially planned, i had to take the long route again &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uugghhh&lt;/span&gt;! What if I panicked and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; get home quickly enough? Maybe my anxiety realised that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; playing ball that day because soon I became really relaxed. When I thought of the drive home I actually looked forward to it. I would be driving through an area where I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; driven in years and I was happy to take a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;leisurely&lt;/span&gt; drive and just check out the scenery. But soon Gerry added that he wanted to go somewhere else. Don't you hate it when you think you have just achieved something major and then someone asks you to do more?? Being his birthday I felt I had to give it a go and after our meal we found a pub in a quiet old village and had drinks by the log fire. It was lovely but since Gerry was drinking alcohol and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt;, meaning i knew i HAD to drive home, i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to stay for too long. The drive home was now going to take 3 times as long as I had first thought. Also I think it is sometimes helpful to leave when your on a high. Let your brain remember the good memories you had being out. If I had hung around too long I may have become anxious, panicked, and then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have ever wanted to go back there. So i was ready to go, knowing that since it was a success i will feel confident in travelling there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerry was a happy boy and I a happy girl. Last year for his birthday I set up a table in my bedroom and cooked him a meal, so things have changed! Happy with my success Gerry then told me 'Next week we can go have dinner with my parents'. Great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pffft&lt;/span&gt;! (the pic above is the restaurant. The pic is from there website where there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; a great deal to choose from. I did ask Gerry if I could take some at the meal but I know he gets annoyed with me because any time we go somewhere new I get the camera out ha. Its very much 'look at me, look where i am now!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/St4YTc0jHRI/AAAAAAAAAdA/uq4XTCdu0w0/s1600-h/gordon-ramsay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394776126069611794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/St4YTc0jHRI/AAAAAAAAAdA/uq4XTCdu0w0/s400/gordon-ramsay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have spoken before about my nephew Luke who was born with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bifida&lt;/span&gt;. Words cannot express what Luke means to me, I would do anything for him. He was very excited last week to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; a VIP invitation to meet Gordan Ramsay. Gordon is the patron of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bifida&lt;/span&gt; charity, i think a member of his family was a sufferer. So Luke is going to meet the chef at the end of the month. I have always been a fan of Ramsay's. I know he is infamous for his foul moods and bad language but i have always liked him so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; wondering if i should tag along ha. We are waiting for more details in the post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;House Hunting. Gerry and I are now desperate to live together. I do love living with my parents but we cannot wait to have our own place. We have been back out house hunting again and after viewing about 6 places we have chosen one which we both love. The only problem we have now is waiting for Gerry to sell his. Fingers crossed it wont take too long. Ideally it would be wonderful to have something and be moved in for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Xmas&lt;/span&gt;. I cant think of anything nicer than waking up together and sitting around our tree opening presents but time will tell. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure we have many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmases&lt;/span&gt; ahead of us so I can be patient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, tonight I received an Email from a journalist looking to interview me about my 'story'. Having read my blog online the girl wants to know all about my life, how I became agoraphobic and how I am doing now. I don't know how I feel about it to be honest. I think it is good to raise awareness about agoraphobia but I&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;'m not&lt;/span&gt; sure if I want everyone to know my business. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; that sounds strange as I speak so openly in my blog, but no one from my town knows this exists. The only people who will know about this, are fellow sufferers who have searched for agoraphobia online. But to appear in a magazine, picture and all... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not really sure yet. Ill think it over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there is my catch up. My life over the past few weeks. I am happy and physically healthy (i think) but the mental health will probably always be an issue. I can deal with that though, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; used to it now. My friends still suck ha, I havent really seen them at all. I have tried! But hey I am persistant so I wont give up lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh one more thing.  Tonight i stumbled across a new agoraphobia blog by 'agoraphob' really enjoyed it and totally related with the author.  If you fancy reading it you can find it by checking out my comments and clicking on Agoraphobs profile.  She mentioned this device which apparently helps anxiety.  Why did i not know about this lol???  If anyone has used this let me know your thoughts, and for those of you who havent heard of it, here is the link. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alpha-stim.com/SCS.html"&gt;http://www.alpha-stim.com/SCS.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-9081960298707531633?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/9081960298707531633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=9081960298707531633' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/9081960298707531633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/9081960298707531633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/10/house-hunting-and-gordon-ramsay.html' title='House Hunting and Gordon Ramsay'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/St4YdB2sQeI/AAAAAAAAAdI/WiqwaZhTzc4/s72-c/riverinn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-4631015136289084820</id><published>2009-10-03T17:44:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:11:24.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic Returns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Ssd_umEQ1PI/AAAAAAAAAcg/knvJbJjfp4s/s1600-h/S5000546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388415917641225458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Ssd_umEQ1PI/AAAAAAAAAcg/knvJbJjfp4s/s400/S5000546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Ssd_n7upzxI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Xf9i2V26OBc/s1600-h/S5000554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 389px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388415803197083410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Ssd_n7upzxI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Xf9i2V26OBc/s400/S5000554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my little trip to hospital everything had been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Gerald and I had a fantastic 2 weeks with out relationship at it's best and I was one happy girl. We went to Luke's mum's 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; together and had a really good time (as pictured).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; probably been the best bit of the past 3 weeks. I am sorry this is going to be another blog which will have some details of my '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;womens&lt;/span&gt; problems'. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I left hospital after being told it was my period. That was fine with me and I quickly continued my routine. I probably rested for 1 day but after that i was right back into the gym and also to my Body Attack class. I now go to body attack on a Wednesday night and wow it is HARD work. What bothered me is that there must be 50 people in the class of all different shapes and sizes, yet i am the ONLY one who seems to really struggle and have to take time out at the side. People tell me it might be because everyone else is used to the class, but there are constantly new starts arriving so i must just be really unfit! It is either that, or my health is still not right. I have now been bleeding for 3 weeks. I could handle that. I told myself it was just my body getting over the latest problems but on Thursday things took a turn for the worst. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had been having cramp and it got worse and worse. The strange thing was that it came and went every 2 minutes. But it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; just a little pain , i would go as far to describe it as agony. I had hot baths, used head pads and took all the pain &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relief&lt;/span&gt; i could find but nothing was working. In the end i told my mother that if I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know any better i would have said i was in labour. Well i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; far off. I was having contractions! i now sympathise with all women who have had kids. Obviously the pain is worth while once your little baby arrives, and i wont be ignorant enough to suggest my pain was at the same level, but I knew nothing was coming at the end of my ordeal. What killed the most was the back pain! Every 2 minutes I was rubbing my back furiously while moaning and wriggling around trying to find a comfortable position. I called an emergency doctor for advice and was told to just keep on taking pain &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relief&lt;/span&gt; and make an appointment with my doctor. At 6pm on Friday I gave birth to a tennis ball sized lump. I guess many people would have been freaked out by this but to be honest i felt relief! I knew i was right. I knew my body was trying to get rid of something. Sometimes it is better to go with your instincts cause I could tell my doctor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; actually have a clue what was going on. I had been prescribed antibiotics &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; I had an infection. I am hoping &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much that this lump was the cause of the prolonged bleeding, the pain and other complications. I want to say that this should be the end of a nightmare journey but I think this so often and then something else happens to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scarier than this was what happened at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the week. I had mentioned &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;briefly&lt;/span&gt; that i was having relationship problems and those problems came to a head at the start of the week. I have been through a lot of stress recently but this seemed to hit me far worse than before. On Monday after a long night of arguments and discussions I went to bed exhausted. For the first time in years I woke up feeling very anxious and uncomfortable. I tried to think of other things as a distraction but it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; seem to work. The anxiety grew and before I knew it I was in the midst of a terrible panic attack. The panic probably peaked at a 9/10 but thankfully it went away quickly. What scared me most was the thoughts i was having. Very suddenly the thought of going out at all scared me. Not just going to the gym, or going to the supermarket, but actually leaving my house. Just the thought of it seemed impossible. My biggest fear that I would become housebound again. Of course with this in my head I felt even more anxious. Gerry was with me and managed to talk me down a little, but it just shows how long it has been since i have had to deal with this as Gerry has never seen me take a panic attack in a year and a half!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt extremely vulnerable and really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to be alone. I told Gerry that he would need to expect changes. I imagined I would be very needy and clingy for a while as I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; think i could cope without him. I literally couldnt imagine him leaving and going to work, i think if it had continued I would have made him call in sick! I cant explain how it felt all i know is that I was utterly desperate. It just took me right back to those years ago when I was at my worst and it scared me so much. I also wondered how on earth I ever got through it before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This all took place at night and as soon as i woke up in the morning i said 'we need to go out'. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; stay at home. No chance. If I had stayed home i would have sat around and worried, thinking over and over again about how my phobia was returning. I had to get right back out and face it. I think we only drove to my local shops but it was enough. I was pretty comfortable and had done enough to ease my mind a little but i had to do it everyday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;untill&lt;/span&gt; the fears had passed. Thankfully i think the fear has gone now. It just gave me renewed understanding and sympathy for those who are going through it right now, or who like me, have gone through it at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My routine has been messed up due to my little relapse and then the tummy troubles but I am hoping that I can FINALLY get back on track. I have missed the gym this week since I think i need to give my body a rest. but i hope that when i write again i will have much more positive news to share with you all. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-4631015136289084820?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4631015136289084820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=4631015136289084820' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/4631015136289084820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/4631015136289084820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/10/panic-returns.html' title='Panic Returns'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Ssd_umEQ1PI/AAAAAAAAAcg/knvJbJjfp4s/s72-c/S5000546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-210095166312889472</id><published>2009-09-14T21:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:28:35.527+01:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING : Not for the Squeamish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Sq6vEDSWBdI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jAvcQc3ga_w/s1600-h/DSC00083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381431088890906066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Sq6vEDSWBdI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jAvcQc3ga_w/s400/DSC00083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Sq6u5As1YHI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Y7PRF_3wj_I/s1600-h/S5001689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381430899218145394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Sq6u5As1YHI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Y7PRF_3wj_I/s400/S5001689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; couple of weeks since I last wrote. I've been trying to get back on track and I suppose its going well enough, maybe not as well as i would have liked. I've been having a few relationship problems, which i wont go into, but the stress &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; takes its toll. I have continued to go out everyday to the gym, or to the shops. I've been out for lunches with friends. I have continued with the pub quiz on a Monday. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt; I have been very social but aware that this all takes place locally and its time to start pushing outwards again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couple of new things I have done. I went to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opticians&lt;/span&gt; for an eye test since its been about 9 years since my last one. But no glasses needed (secretly hoped I maybe needed a pair because I think they are quite trendy). And at the weekend I went to see a play. It has been a long time since I have been to anything remotely like a play and i loved every minute. The play is called 'Singing, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; no a Billy, He's a Tim'. I think you have to have some knowledge of religion and bigotry in Scotland to appreciate it but it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; and i totally recommend it. The story is about our biggest 2 football teams. Here in Scotland, most people either &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;support&lt;/span&gt; the team Rangers, and the others support Celtic. Typically a Rangers fan is protestant and Celtic supporters are catholics. This has caused huge &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rivalry&lt;/span&gt; for generations. Anyway, the story is about a Rangers fan named Billy, and a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Celtic&lt;/span&gt; fan named Tim who are stuck in a prison cell together much to there outrage. At the end of the play I got my picture taken on set. So there you see me, Billy, Tim and the Turnkey Harry. A fantastic anxiety free night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following night i was sitting in bed relaxing when suddenly I felt Very wet down below. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; I really thought I had wet myself although I have never had this problem before. Unfortunately when I looked down I realised I was sitting in a huge pool of blood. I stood up slowly as the blood continued to pour from me and made my way to the bathroom. As i sat on the toilet the blood rushed from me like a tap (faucet). I knew this was far from normal and quickly called on my mum. My poor mother. She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; prepared for the carnage in the bathroom. It was literally everywhere. So of course my mind went into overdrive. What was happening to me? This has to be connected to the miscarriage but what on earth is it? But what worried me most was the amount of blood I was losing.  I cannot describe it and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry if you are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;squeamish&lt;/span&gt; but it really seemed like pints. So i began to go into shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dragged myself back onto bed and began to shake. Suddenly a cold swear covered me and the panic began.  Oh it was awful.  Then I thought I was going to vomit.  but no doubt about it, i needed to get help and FAST!  Mentally I was preparing myself for passing out.  Losing that amount of blood would surely mean that i was going to lose &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;consciousness&lt;/span&gt; at any minute.  We rang the hospital and I explained the situation, but focusing MORE on the agoraphobia.  I guess i wanted them to fix me at home but I knew myself that I had to go to hospital immediately.  I thought about how when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going somewhere i NEED to be the person driving, but i knew it probably &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; the best thing at this time so I asked them to send me an ambulance.  I felt that in the back of an ambulance, where i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; see the outside, i would handle the journey better.  Even though the whole way there i knew exactly where i was as I know the roads so well.  But then another thought came which you might understand.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bizarrely&lt;/span&gt; i thought i would maybe find it hard to deal with.  The fact that one minute i was in my street and the next when the doors opened I would be somewhere completely different outside of my comfort zone.  Does that make sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The paramedics arrived to what looked like a crime scene and they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; have been better with me.  I was put into the ambulance and hooked up to the machines.  My blood pressure it seemed was fine.  Also at this stage the panic attacks had died and I felt surprisingly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, although i was still thinking that if the bleeding was continuing I would still pass out.  Mum came with me in the ambulance and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Gerry&lt;/span&gt;, who i called, followed us in his car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was fine during the journey.  I wonder if I had too much on my mind to think about the agoraphobia. But i felt that i really had no choice this time.  I had to go to hospital regardless of the panic.  I was admitted into hospital and put in a room.  While there I felt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  I did worry a few times &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;about the&lt;/span&gt; journey home.  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be in an ambulance where I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; see my surroundings.  I would be in a car and more likely to panic since the journey home would take a while PLUS i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be the one driving.  I imagined the journey taking forever with me curled up in a ball in the back seat freaking out.  I tried really hard to ignore that feeling resigning myself to the fact I would probably be kept in hospital for at least a day and would most likely be having some sort of operation or blood transfusion.  Another worry was, what am I going to do if they send my mum and Gerry home.  Yes i could beg and plead for someone to be able to stay with me but I doubted very much it would be allowed.  I ignored it though and figured I would deal with that should the situation arrive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so i was put into a room with my mum and Gerry to wait on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gyno&lt;/span&gt; doctor. I was terrified to stand up as I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know what the heck would fall out of me, but lying down seemed to have calmed the bleeding. We waited from 3am till 9 am for me to finally be seen by the right person.  in between that time I had to tell my story over and over to several different people.  Very frustrating.  Also to be honest i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; think much of the service &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  I was in a room where i was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hooked up&lt;/span&gt; to some machines, but after a trip to the toilet I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; attached to anything.  I was alone (with my mum and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Gerry&lt;/span&gt;) but with no medical people.  I could have been bleeding to death! Dramatic? Maybe, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how I felt.  I actually added the pic of me in hospital because the whole time i was so calm and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; cracking jokes.  I was only kidding when i took the picture and said it would be going on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; but its come on handy for this post all the same.  The only feeling i really had was guilt.  My poor mother.  I woke her from her sleep and obviously she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have stayed at home while i was going through that but I felt guilty as she looked awful and a few times i thought she was actually going to be sick.  I even told her to go home and id be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Gerry&lt;/span&gt; but she refused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i was finally seen i was checked inside and out.  The Doctor checked my heart and lungs and then said this. 'We think this is your period.  Since you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; bled since the miscarriage, we think its just very severe as its your first time'.  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; believe it. 'You can go' She said.  Surely that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; correct. I have heard horror stories about things going wrong in that hospital before so I needed to be certain she was right.  but apparently it does happen and they have seen it before.  I protested that even the paramedic admitted he had never seen so much blood.  But she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seemed to&lt;/span&gt; think i was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; to leave.  And so i did.  I bared myself for the panic that was about to come.  I had sent Gerry home for a shower thinking i was going to be there for hours but suddenly i was standing outside of the hospital ready to leave.  There i was with no car, no money, and no one to take me home.  Thank goodness my mum was there or I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what i would have done.  I rang Gerry and he made his way to come get us.  We travelled home and i waited for the panic, but it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; come.  I even told him to stop at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; and get us some breakfast, so i was in no rush to get home. Still cracking jokes I told Gerry that he isn't allowed to complain at me for a week.  He cant moan and tell me that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; gone anywhere with him because we had just spent a night out in another town together, and even had a meal after it ha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The situation was scary, but in a way it has shown me again that I can cope.  I have it within me to calm myself.  I had been worrying a lot about distance again, and although &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not ready to travel for miles and miles, it has made me confident enough to get back out and start pushing.  Also Gerry was fantastic at the hospital, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what I would  have done without him.  It put or relationship problems into perspective and I feel very grateful and very happy now.   Every cloud...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-210095166312889472?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/210095166312889472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=210095166312889472' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/210095166312889472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/210095166312889472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/09/warning-not-for-squeamish.html' title='WARNING : Not for the Squeamish!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Sq6vEDSWBdI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jAvcQc3ga_w/s72-c/DSC00083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-1064602562641943122</id><published>2009-08-31T00:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T01:42:03.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a Ramble i think</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Spsby3yJANI/AAAAAAAAAcA/a-yWqt_ZcJY/s1600-h/George.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375921140978483410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Spsby3yJANI/AAAAAAAAAcA/a-yWqt_ZcJY/s400/George.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt; whats been happening with me? Not a lot is the answer to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so i joined the gym, which i told you about. Really got into it as well and then i got the flu. Seems to always be something stopping me in my tracks these days. All the baby stuff seemed to go on forever and to be honest it was STILL on going for a long time. I have an confession to make. I was bad. Well you know I was at the hospital for my scans etc etc. And the last time I was there I had the miscarriage confirmed and felt really anxious and scared? Well I was told to go back for a scan again to make sure everything had gone naturally.... and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; go back. Agoraphobia really is a total nightmare. Even though you KNOW you need to go somewhere, it can seem almost impossible. Obviously the last time i was there had really put me off going back. Where was brave Lynn who was up for tackling anything?? Well she was hiding for a couple of months. Totally in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So weeks past with everyone on my back saying 'have you made an appointment, have you made an appointment'. It was too much pressure. So i lied and told my parents I had been to the hospital and been given the all clear (they were away for a few days so i could have gone while they were away). Eventually the stress and guilt got too much and I called my doctor.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that if i went to see her she would just say 'Ah well lets send you for a scan' and i was dreading it because I really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; think i could manage it but luckily she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; do that this time. I should mention that I was worried something &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; right as my pregnancy tests were all still saying i was pregnant and i new that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; right. So I finally seen my doctor last week and was given a thorough check over. She took bloods, she done swabs, she ran tests. And the result? Well my hormone levels are dropping, but very slowly, hence the positive pregnancy tests. That should sort itself out. And yes I did have an infection! Oh Lynn Lynn Lynn Lynn. Burying your head in the sand does not work! Luckily all i need to do is take a course of anti-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;biotics&lt;/span&gt;. It could have been worse though. I could have been left infertile so I know I cant be taking risks like that in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I began the drama of taking the pills again. We all know how much i LOVE pills. Not!! I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; bother reading the leaflet that comes with pills, but i always do and it scares me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;. Usually if they say it can effect my breathing I wont take it. My breathing is how i keep myself calm so i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like anything that messes with my breathing. This one, however, said it would make me drowsy. Well fantastic! I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; DO drowsy. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to feel any way but alert. So that was off putting. But the clincher would have been when i seen that it could cause hallucinations. We all want that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; we? Especially when we suffer from anxiety. Well it took a couple of days for me to suck it up and take the damn things. OBVIOUSLY I have had none of the side effects, even though i knew i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have any, i was still stressing. Now i take them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I am meant to and I even look forward to taking them because I feel them working and feel my body healing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i spent last week with the flu. It was a struggle. I felt VERY agoraphobic one day. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not true. I felt very ANXIOUS. I am telling myself that i am no longer agoraphobic. I stuffer from anxiety, this is true, but i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; fear going outside anymore. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; fear supermarkets, big buildings, crowds, and i can handle queues to a certain extent. My only agoraphobia moments are traveling a big distance from home, but i think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; more about habit. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; been travelling far for so long that the thought does scare me. And I am certain that if I went far I would panic about it but I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; flee for home like I would have in the past. So last week I was feeling anxious. I was feeling frustrated too that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; been travelling as far as I was when i was taking my driving lessons. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; been close to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Gerry's&lt;/span&gt; house or into Paisley since the visit to the hospital. but to stay sane I tried to cut myself some slack. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; done those things but I had still been going out everyday. I still went to the gym which was new. I still went out to lunch, seen friends etc. I was pretty much still doing everything, apart from driving a little bit further. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pregnancy&lt;/span&gt;, the miscarriage, the flu all affected that, but it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; mean i wont do it again. In my head I remembered back to when i was housebound. I was really worried that U would end up that way again. I was avoiding the hospital, avoiding my driving lessons, and it was avoidance that caused me to be agoraphobic in the first place. The thought of ended up stuck at home again terrified me so i decided to act. I got my diary and wrote a plan for the week. There were silly things i was avoiding but I decided to write them down and make myself achieve them over the next 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Book driving lesson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phone Doctors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive round town everyday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk every day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listen to Paul &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McKenna&lt;/span&gt; every night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phone Aunt (i had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; to visit her once but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; go and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; been in touch since)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Book Dentist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phone Occupational Therapist Karen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phone Hairdresser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Fiona's&lt;/span&gt; invites&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Gym 4 x&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; Fiona was having a party and asked me to make her invitations. I had put it off and put it off thinking the party was months away but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a text asking if the invites were ready. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ughhh&lt;/span&gt;. Finally I spent a full day making 70 handmade cards for her. Very Fancy the were and I was very pleased with them and surprised how well they turned out. I ticked that off. I got my hair cut, ticked that off. Dentist &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grrrr&lt;/span&gt;, booked it, went, had a root canal. Had avoided it so long, even sitting in the waiting room i wanted to bolt, but I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;. Got it done, no pain &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relief&lt;/span&gt;, but none needed, it was fine and I was told I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need to go back now for 6 months &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YEY&lt;/span&gt;! Ticked it off. I had got a bit lazy with Paul &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McKenna&lt;/span&gt;. When things are going good you can let these things slip a little but I felt I needed that wee routine again so hes been coming to bed with me at night. Driving lesson is booked, been to the doctors like i said. Phoned Karen the occupational Therapist and had a meeting with her. That had all stopped due to the pregnancy/miscarriage/flu, but now we are back on track.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So basically i done everything on the list. I think the list was a great idea. My head was all over the place with the things that needed done but that helped me to see more clearly. Then you have the sense of achievement when you have ticked everything. Once again I tell myself that agoraphobia will not win as long as I face &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;up to&lt;/span&gt; things and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; be AVOIDING again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also went to the local pub quiz with my brother last week and really enjoyed that so we are both going there together every Monday that we are free... I am always free obviously but he might have to work. We will see how that works out.  My other brother is planning to move to New Zealand for a year with his girlfriend, so in an effort to save his pennies he has moved back home for a while and renting out his house.  His dog George has been staying between our house and his girlfriends house and im enjoying that.  He is such a miserable looking thing but i love him to pieces and I think he likes me cause he follows me everywhere and likes to sleep on my bed (although Gerry says hes not allowed on the bed, i actually dont mind and what he doesnt know doesnt hurt him. Dont tell him lol)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, today I visited my Auntie. I was meant to go a few weeks ago and missed it (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; when I was having the car trouble). I kept meaning to phone her then forgetting so was feeling VERY guilty about it, but today i finally dropped by for a visit. I am ashamed to say I also have an uncle who lives in my town and also I see him now and again when he is with my dad, i never see his wife or his daughter, my cousin Olivia. Today though when i went to my aunts she phoned them, told them I was there and they popped by. My uncles wife, Linda &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; feel like my aunt. They only met in my teens so she seems more like a girlfriend, and the fact she is only 34 makes me feel like she is more of a friend. Anyway, it turns out that Linda &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have many friends in this town and since i too have been moaning about my friends lately it seemed like a good idea that Linda and I should meet up. So, being a member at the sport centre, we have arranged to meet on Wednesday for a body attack class. Linda tells me this is like aerobics or something but i am game. I will be awful no doubt. Last time i went to a class the pensioner in front of me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; showed me by dancing away while i was collapsed on the floor looking like i was having a seizure! So I am happy about this. A new friend. I think it sounds like we both need one. And little Olivia. Well she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; so little anymore. She is now 15 and I was so angry to hear that she is starting a new school tomorrow. Angry because she is making the move due to bullying. I hate bullies, i really do. Olivia's best friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;suddenly&lt;/span&gt; turned on her one day and beat her up in full view of the rest of the school. Other people decided to get involved and also get some punches in. And so it went from there. She has been receiving threats via text, has been hit several times and finally it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; too much when they started making knife threats and even taking knives to school. I am so angry but what can you do? They have told the teachers and they don't seem to be very helpful at all and so now she is moving school. It is probably the best solution, taking her away from them completely and now she can get on with her life. her new school is in a better area so I really hope it works out well for her. I will be checking on her in future now. I feel so bad that all this was going on and I knew nothing about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The same things happened to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nephew&lt;/span&gt; Riley. Since he was moving into high school after the summer holidays he went for 2 'taster' days at what would be his new school. On the last day he was walking home and was beaten up by 3 boys. It turns out that the leader of the little group is from a well known family in his town. The family are notorious for causing trouble and being in prison etc. To put it politely they are a family who you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; mess with. Over the summer break &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Riley's&lt;/span&gt; parents had to search for a new school who would take him on at such short notice. He just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; go back to the school originally planned. Its so sad. Riley is the most amazing little kid and he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; harm a fly. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bully's&lt;/span&gt; eh! Well he has now moved to his new school and made a whole bunch of new friends and I just pray it works out for him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway i have rambled enough for tonight. I hope you are all well, relaxed and happy. Catch up again soon xxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and if anyone remembers reading last year about Luke's mum being attacked while driving her car one day (in front of the children) well i am happy to report that it went to court and the women was found guilty. She was charged with assalt and made to pay a fine. Justice!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-1064602562641943122?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1064602562641943122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=1064602562641943122' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/1064602562641943122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/1064602562641943122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-for-ramble-i-think.html' title='Time for a Ramble i think'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Spsby3yJANI/AAAAAAAAAcA/a-yWqt_ZcJY/s72-c/George.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-8864172460946055003</id><published>2009-08-24T00:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:46:11.088+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-post</title><content type='html'>A little reminder to myself.  I wrote this blog months ago but after a week of having the flu and being stuck in bed i have needed to remind myself of my own advice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep a diary. Write what you have done each day, no matter how small. This way you will have a sense of achievement, order and also it is a useful way of looking back and seeing just how much you have improved.&lt;br /&gt;Exercise. Ok I know not everyone enjoys this, but I do think that old saying is true... A healthy body, A healthy mind.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to relaxation cd's as much as possible. I have mentioned many times that I listen to Paul McKenna daily.&lt;br /&gt;Get into a routine. This for me was my biggest battle but I would say THE answer to my on going recovery. I slept most of the day and was up most of the night. Your not gonna make great progress if your all sleepy and foggy. Now my day is completely structured and sticking to this agenda is keeping me going.&lt;br /&gt;Don't make huge unrealistic plans. Take baby steps. When I started all of this I walked to my Gate and back everyday. When I was ready I took it further, and if you have watched my video's you will see I can walk pretty far right now.&lt;br /&gt;Do things at YOUR pace. Don't let anybody dictate to you. I would say that perhaps medical professionals could be the exception here but i really don't think anyone knows the right pace for you to do this better than you do.&lt;br /&gt;My fight against agoraphobia didn't just start with walking, I have taken on other problems I had which seemed huge in the past. I would only bath during the day and I would never take pain killers (or any medication actually). Now i bath whenever I feel like it and I have relaxed with taking pills. So maybe you could look at facing some problems you have INDOORS before taking on the ones outside?&lt;br /&gt;Talk! Anytime you have things on your mind either write it down or talk to someone. I will never bottle anything up like i did in the past. I know its not healthy for me and only leaves me sitting about brooding.&lt;br /&gt;Make the most of the days where you are feeling good. A friend pointed out to me that he makes the most of his good days because when the bad days come and he is stuck indoors he doesn't want to think... I wish I had made the most of things when I felt better. Your only going to be frustrated with yourself for not fighting back.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever task you choice, be it walking to the edge of your street, do it over and over and over again. Daily if possible. I know people might worry that their neighbours will give them funnily looks but at the end of the day who cares. Your getting your life back and that's way more important than their opinions. Also you could maybe talk on your phone so it doesn't look so strange or if you have a dog take it along. Making myself walk everyday has definitely helped me in the long run. Also if i have a day when I am feeling anxious I will maybe go a much shorter walk but I still attempt it.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that there will be bad days and don't give up when they come. The good days always return.&lt;br /&gt;Positive mental attitude. Seems so cliche but absolutely works.&lt;br /&gt;Make a list to take out with you. If you get anxious and your head gets too messed up to think it is handy to have a list that You can read that has clear statements such as, this will pass. You are better than this. You are strong and will get through this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-8864172460946055003?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8864172460946055003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=8864172460946055003' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/8864172460946055003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/8864172460946055003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/08/re-post.html' title='Re-post'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-2047972672623417693</id><published>2009-08-11T00:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:46:48.741+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ongoing Battle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SoCr5PyRM5I/AAAAAAAAAb4/qoubQC0F708/s1600-h/1_gymEmpty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368479755803898770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SoCr5PyRM5I/AAAAAAAAAb4/qoubQC0F708/s400/1_gymEmpty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last time I wrote I mentioned something about a job.  Well unfortunately this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; materialise.  I had heard about a vacancy through a friend and was very interested but in the end the company &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; create the position.  Shame.  More and more lately I have been thinking about getting back into work.  For 3 reasons i suppose.  Firstly, it would be nice to earn some decent money.  Secondly, it would be a healthy routine, a confidence booster, a step back into society.  And Thirdly, because it would be a good place to meet people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have spoken before about how agoraphobia can affect friendships.  I was lucky enough to keep 3 best friends throughout my housebound years.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, maybe I could walk to the end of my street for a few years, but social events were impossible.  I kept my friendships going through phone calls or weekly visits from my friends.  Perhaps not weekly, but often enough.  I expected that when I got my life in order, and started to go out, it would be exciting and I would enjoy lots of days out with my friends.  I would busy, socialising and living the life i had missed for the best part of 8 years.  It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; really worked out that way.  My friend's have made lives of their own now.  They are living with partners, or working, or raising children and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; fit into that on a daily basis.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt; there are still phone calls but I have noticed that I am not invited to social events.  Do they just forget to ask me as they got so used to me saying no in the past?  I know there are more reasons than this, for example one friend has a controlling boyfriend who &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; really want her to have friends and the other is a workaholic so rarely goes out anyway.  But basically its been very difficult for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I do to fill my days?  I call friends and suggest that I pop by for a visit, but i am met with reasons why i cant.  I walk alone.  I go driving.  I cant keep going shopping as ill be left penniless.  And so it seems that I am ready to look for a job.  Easier said than done.  In the past I always got any job that I went for.  The problem at the moment is that there are no jobs available.  No one is hiring.  So i looked for another solution.  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; actually know what made me think of the gym.  I successfully changed my diet about a year and a half ago which resulted in me losing lots of weight, feeling better and become much healthier, but I have never really been a fan of exercise.  The gym to me seemed like my idea of hell if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; honest.  But last week I had the thought that it would at least give me something to do with my time, and ill be getting healthy in the process....and wow i might even meet people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last Tuesday i joined the local gym.  I was given my induction and left to get on with it.  I have been everyday since.  I love it!  I have gone alone, or Angela has come with me which is great.  We have now both become &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;members&lt;/span&gt; and are really getting into it.  I am not going to become &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with it and will take days off when ever i feel like it, but at the moment &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; enjoying my day having a bit of purpose.  It also feels good that I have done this for myself.  I get up and get myself ready then head of to the gym.  I feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt; and I like it.  As for meeting people, well the gym is not the ideal place.  Once inside everyone is so focused on whichever machine they are using, the kind of tune out to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; happening around them, i do too now.  And so this might not be the answer to that particular problem but i enjoy it none the less.  In the mean time whenever i see another girl my age working out i give a friendly smile, of course they probably think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; strange or even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lesbian&lt;/span&gt; but maybe they might just think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a nice person &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so the job hunt will continue and i will obviously keep you up to date on that.  I'm not sure if it would be too soon to take on work, but i tell myself that it only has to be a few hours somewhere.  Break myself in easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Panic has still not returned.  I actually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; remember the last time I had a panic attack.  This &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; mean i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; dread them.  Yes i know i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; live in fear of them, but you cant help worry.  If it does come i think I am strong enough now that i will accept that it has happened and then move on, continue as normal.  In the past a bad panic attack would have me locked in my room for almost 2 weeks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; i was ready to face some sort of normality.  The only time I have come close was on Friday when I took my mum for her weekly food shop. We were in a huge supermarket and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;felt a&lt;/span&gt; little dizzy, but i get that often so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; let it bother me.  it was while waiting at the check out i felt the urge to leave and the wave of panic rise through my body.  I refused to move though and told myself that this little wobble was a good thing.  We need to feel the fear and stay put.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; we do this, we become a little stronger.  And of course it passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;naive&lt;/span&gt; and think i am panic free. I accept that this may be with me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;for life&lt;/span&gt;.  But i hope that I will deal with it far better than I did in the past and just keep on going.  I think it is possible with a positive mindset and good support.  Which hopefully I have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-2047972672623417693?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/2047972672623417693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=2047972672623417693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/2047972672623417693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/2047972672623417693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/08/ongoing-battle.html' title='The Ongoing Battle'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SoCr5PyRM5I/AAAAAAAAAb4/qoubQC0F708/s72-c/1_gymEmpty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-7182900364976555002</id><published>2009-07-28T02:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T02:49:32.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Sm5UBGGF8RI/AAAAAAAAAbw/gAKAeze3wrg/s1600-h/Lynn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363316584037609746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Sm5UBGGF8RI/AAAAAAAAAbw/gAKAeze3wrg/s400/Lynn2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am knackered!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday my parents went down to England to visit family.  My brother has moved back to the family home temporarily and so i knew I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be home alone at night.  In the past I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be left alone at all, day or night.  Now I seem to be totally fine during the day, but the thought of being alone all night can stress me out.  Only because I never have to be alone.  Someone is always here... usually my mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum was always my safe person, but over the years I have tried to make myself self reliant.  I know that I cant rely on other people to make me calm.  I need to be the one that can do that, otherwise what am I going to do when that person &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; around.  Not only that, but relying on other people really restricts what THEY can do with their lives too.  My parents &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; been on holiday, they have never stayed away from home together, not even for 1 night.  When Luke was in hospital and family were allowed to stay overnight, one of my parents would always make sure they were home for 8pm.  And why?  Because of me.  At 26 I still needed a babysitter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking forward to them getting away together but at the back of my head I had a little niggling thought asking myself 'will i be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; without them'.  Its silly really because even if i was to have a panic attack i would just shut myself away in my room.  I would never go to either of them and ask for help.  But just having someone at home is a comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway they left on Friday and I decided to have a little dinner party.  Basically Gerry and I cooked for a couple he knows, who have become my friends.  I cleaned the house from top to bottom in preparation.  It took me 2 days and i was exhausted but I wanted everything to be perfect.  I did feel a little anxious on the lead up to the dinner but I think that was just tiredness and the apprehension of how the night would go.  Thankfully we had a brilliant night, with lots of laughs, food and drink and I really enjoyed myself, as did everyone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that the dinner was over I had another idea.  I decided i would have my 3 nephews stay overnight with me and we would have a 'sleepover'.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yeh&lt;/span&gt; they stay overnight all the time but they cant really let go with my mum here always telling them to tidy up and what not so i let them run a bit wild (as i did too).  It was another success and I really enjoyed having them all together and it was nice knowing that while this was going on, my mum &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; in the other room tearing her hair out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum bought a new kitchen a year ago and since then it has sat in boxes all over the house.  Even when my dad was unemployed for a few months he STILL &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get round to fitting it for her.  So trying to be nice i suggested that I would fit the kitchen while she was away.  Well I had no idea how big the job would be.  For the past few days I have ripped a kitchen apart.  Cleaned it... No SCRUBBED it.  Re painted it. and put everything into its place.  At the moment the kitchen is ready for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Gerry&lt;/span&gt; to come and fit the new cabinets.  I know i always say I am tired but wow i mean it.  I have been feeling utterly wiped out.  On top of working on the kitchen i have been looking after the kids again and also trying to keep the house tidy in general.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; not sure i like this 'housewife' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;malarky&lt;/span&gt;.  No, to be honest I have really enjoyed it.  My days are filled  with activity although its &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hard work&lt;/span&gt;, i feel like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accomplishing&lt;/span&gt; something.  I am excited to see the finished kitchen and to know that I done that for my mum will make me really happy, after everything she has done for me its the least I can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As well as the kitchen and kids I picked up my new car today.  I love it!  I had grown attached to my old rust bucket but she has seen better days and had to go to the big scrap yard in the sky.  I was a little worried about not having her anymore but the new car has quickly turned into a little safe place for me.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt; a safer one that wont breakdown at any given &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;minute&lt;/span&gt; (touch wood).  It is so smooth to drive and comfortable which is the opposite of my old car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally it is 2.40 am... so basically the middle of the night, and i am home ALONE.  My brother rang to say hes staying with his girlfriend tonight and i am totally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  I was worried at first but the bigger part of me wanted to test myself.  I wanted to go through this night alone because realistically, when I move out I am going to be alone a lot through the night.  Gerry works nights so i will need to be alone 5 nights out of 7.  I know ill be proud to wake up in the morning and say 'i did it'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and bad news on the job front.  I mentioned it in my last post because i thought I had a good chance of getting one that I had been told about, but it fell through.  With the credit crunch going on so many people are job hunting, and there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; many jobs going, but i am actively looking all the same.  If i find anything I will obviously let you know.  I know i sound chirpy and things but i want people to know that everyday is a battle.  I still worry about panic attacks.  I still get anxious.  I still avoid things a lot but I am working on that, but through hard work and determination I have definately made progress and gave myself a better way of life.  I hope everyone remember how bad i was in the past and realises that if i can do it then you can too.   And so that sums up my past week.  it has been very busy, very tiring but very enjoyable and I am loving life.  I guess its at times like these that you look back and remember how bad i was and i think 'look at me go'! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-7182900364976555002?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7182900364976555002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=7182900364976555002' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/7182900364976555002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/7182900364976555002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Sm5UBGGF8RI/AAAAAAAAAbw/gAKAeze3wrg/s72-c/Lynn2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-7874548377827600817</id><published>2009-07-18T19:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:18:59.477+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another stressful week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SmIPNUMoZrI/AAAAAAAAAbo/1WY1EYLtxgA/s1600-h/Renault_Megane_1_6_Ph3_2001_2700_car_Reserved.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359863227958716082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SmIPNUMoZrI/AAAAAAAAAbo/1WY1EYLtxgA/s400/Renault_Megane_1_6_Ph3_2001_2700_car_Reserved.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has actually been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; i suppose. It was the tail end of the week that was a little more challenging.  Since starting to drive I have come to rely on my car very much.  This &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; actually bother me as long as i am getting out and about.  But it was time to put my car into the garage to get some serious work done.  I had originally been given a quote for the work, and although it was a bit steep, i figured it was worth it as long as it keeps me on the road.  So yesterday the car was out into the garage which left me without wheels for the first time in ages.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; like it very much, but only because it was a change and we all know that change &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; welcome ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did well during the day actually.  I went out walking and went to the shops and things as usual, just as i did before I had my car.  I knew i would only be without it for a couple of days and it would all be worth it when my car came back all mended.  Oh well i spoke to soon.  I awoke this morning to the mechanic calling me to tell me that the car will cost much more than i expected to repair.  Well its silly money really and i would be cheaper buying a brand new car.  But I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have much money so what do I do???  Life without a car just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; seem to appeal to me.  As much as i was out yesterday, i certainly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; venture out as far as I would in my car.  So i got a little worried at first but then took action.  I collected my car before the guy done any work and went about car shopping.  I looked at a few models and finally found one I am really happy with.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; it's nothing flash but its nice and comfortable to drive, much more reliable and much newer than my car.  In the end the new car will cost me the price i would have been paying for repairs...and its new and shiny and all mine!  As pictured above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this week i took on another challenge.  A visit to the cinema.  Well the cinema near me is massive.  I think it has 20 screens or something so you can imagine this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; a small intimate building.  This place is like a supermarket inside.  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; actually worried about the building, just how i was going to manage to sit at piece for the 2 hour show.  Waiting to leave for the cinema i was getting anxious.  I told myself that it would be far easier to just cancel.  Why do i need to go?? Ill just call it off.  And then i remembered that that kind of behaviour is exactly how i ended up agoraphobic.  Why deprive myself of a nice day out, and possibly seeing a good movie, just because of nerves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i was nervous on the journey there, and also inside i was a little on edge.  During the movie i was thinking all sorts of things.  but mostly it was this....  it is so dark in here.  When i walk outside and its suddenly very bright is the rapid change going to freak me out.  will the light be too much stimulation and will i panic??  Bit if a bizarre one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; it, but hopefully &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;you'll&lt;/span&gt; understand none the less.  Eventually I decided that I would take a walk to the toilet and see how i reacted with that.  As obviously leaving the dark cinema into the slightly lighter hallway would give me an idea to how i would react.  Panic over.. i felt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  I chilled out throughout the film.  Which was '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bruno&lt;/span&gt;' and was pretty good.  And afterwards I enjoyed a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; with friends.  Not a bad day out and totally worth the initial &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apprehension&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time i may have news of.... a job!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-7874548377827600817?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7874548377827600817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=7874548377827600817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/7874548377827600817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/7874548377827600817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-stressful-week.html' title='Another stressful week'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SmIPNUMoZrI/AAAAAAAAAbo/1WY1EYLtxgA/s72-c/Renault_Megane_1_6_Ph3_2001_2700_car_Reserved.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-3172757768146365272</id><published>2009-07-07T22:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:55:09.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>What a horrible time.  It really has been a nightmare!  I had discussed my pregnancy in the past and it really was a total &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rollercoster&lt;/span&gt; from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that i may be having a miscarriage at around 5 weeks.  Due to my agoraphobia i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; able to get to the hospital to have it confirmed.  Finally at 8 weeks I went for a scan to be told i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;miscarrying&lt;/span&gt;, but had a cyst on my ovary which was causing the problems.  Phew!  Total Relief.  I started to grow excited and enjoy my pregnancy.  Although most people wait &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; 12 weeks have passed before telling people they are expecting, i thought that since baby was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; at my scan, i could start spreading the news.  So i told everyone in the family and basically anyone i met when i was out and about.  Worst of all i told all my nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was calm again.  The agoraphobic symptoms were getting less and I was feeling more at ease day to day.  Obviously I still had my worries.  I had never felt that great making the drive to the hospital, and when at the hospital I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; exactly enjoying my visits.  So i thought about the labour and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; actually worry about the pain (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;naive&lt;/span&gt;?) but i was more worried about having the baby and then being told i had to stay in hospital for a few days.  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; sure how i would cope with that at all, but told myself that I would be fine and would want to stay wherever my baby was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the bleeding returned.  Not only a little.  I wont be too graphic but basically if i had been 9 months pregnant i would have thought it was my waters breaking.  On 2 occasions i was soaked.  Must be the cyst i thought.  Perhaps this is what happens when a cyst &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bursts&lt;/span&gt;??  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know.  But all the while i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; worry about the baby, because deep down I knew the baby would be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not here to discuss the miscarriage, but my agoraphobia, so i wont go into detail but basically i was asked to go to the hospital again for another scan.  This is when I was told the bad news.  In the hospital we were kept for what felt like hours.  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like lifts so had to walk up and down 4 flights of stairs several times.  Eventually we were put into a quite room to discuss our options with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt; staff.  Wow i DID NOT want to be there.  Obviously the stress of the news was having an effect.  I went from feeling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, to pacing the room and wanting desperately to leave.  We were kept waiting as we needed to speak to a doctor, but the doctor was busy on the labour ward.  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; think about the news that had just been given to me, but instead kept thinking about the drive home.  Now that my nerves were completely shattered I really didn't think I could manage the drive home.  It seemed too far, too difficult, too busy.  But at the same time i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; imagine allowing someone else to drive me, i needed to be the driver.  Maybe once i started to drive I would be distracted and id make it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  In the end i knew i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have any other option. (Well none that I would be comfortable with).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove home.  And although &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; break the speed limit, i was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; driving at the maximum speed allowed.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure my mum and friend who were with me were scared, but no one would say anything knowing what i had just gone through.  We all made it home in once piece.  Now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my plans have stopped.  I can stop my lists now.  Baby names, what I need for the nursery, what i need for my hospital bag.  I can't believe it.  I feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that i would need to go back into hospital but i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; face it.  By then I had completely lost my nerve.  The experience in the hospital was not a happy one and it seemed even more difficult for me to get there now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the days that followed i continued to go out.  I have basically kept up everything that i could do, but i have noticed I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; really attempted to venture any further.  I think its just too much at the moment.  My body and mind are both completely exhausted!!  I hope that as the days and weeks pass &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; regain my motivation.  It is horrible that at times like these, we should be able to grieve and perhaps spend a few days in bed, but that agoraphobia wont allow this.  If i took to my bed for a few days I know i would risk the agoraphobia coming back.  OK, it may not be extreme agoraphobia, but its not a chance that I am willing to take.  And so although i am tired I plod on.  Obviously I have broke the news to all of the family, but how do you explain this to children.  I have told them though and they all seem to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i need to go back to hospital but to be honest I have been putting it off.  I need to be rescanned to see if it is all over.  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to go into that scan room again.  It holds such horrible memories.  I will say though that should i get pregnant in future i know i will be nervous, but i will go to any &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appointments&lt;/span&gt; with faith that all is well.  I think just now its a little too fresh.  My head is very messy and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure my hormones are all over the place so i guess its &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;understandable&lt;/span&gt; that i am a little drained.  I want to be proud that I still fight my battles everyday, its just hard sometimes when you are so tired.  I know all will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted your opinion on something.  A friend of mine suffers from agoraphobia, and we actually met after he contacted me about my blog.  This guy is fantastic and continues to fight his agoraphobia no matter how down he gets.  He is always thinking of new tasks or ways to challenge himself but lately he has been facing a tough time.  We all know that at times our anxiety levels can leave us with the fear of being alone.  I remember my fear being so acute that I would actually need someone to be with me even when going to the bathroom.  Anyway (Ill call him John) John has recently begun to fear being left alone.  He lives with his parents and during the day when they go to work he is left home alone and HATES IT.  He used to be able to relax at night once his parents came home but now he spends his nights anxious, imagining what the day ahead will bring.  Will he completely lose control?  John's safe person is his mum and when things get really bad he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;relies&lt;/span&gt; on her being at home in order for him to feel at ease.  So... this week John's parents are off work and he was looking forward to a more relaxed week,  he hoped he would feel calm enough to focus more on his tasks and going out, instead of being home stressed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John has recently started to see a new 'helper' referred to him by his doctor.  When his helper was visiting last week his parents told of Johns recent attachment to them and asked for advice.  The helper has told John's parents that they must go out regardless of how John feels.  No matter how much he pleads for them to stay, they have to leave him on his own.  So...  I think this is a bit harsh.  I can completely understand what the helper is trying to do.  They &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want John to develop an unhealthy attachment to his parents, for him to rely on them so much that whenever the HAVE to leave the house he becomes ill.  But this has caused John to stress EVEN MORE than he had been about being alone.  Obviously he is thinking so negatively and is completely freaking out because now his parents have announced that they WILL be leaving him alone, no matter how much he protests and that they are taking the advice of the '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;professional&lt;/span&gt;'.  I feel so badly for him and I wish i could talk to his parents.  I know the helper means well but as an agoraphobic and having suffered from this problem myself in the past, i know that i would have been a trembling panic stricken mess had i been left.  I was lucky that I had a stay at home mum who rarely went anywhere.  So, what would your advice be to Johns parents or do you agree with the helper?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-3172757768146365272?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/3172757768146365272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=3172757768146365272' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/3172757768146365272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/3172757768146365272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/07/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-7829054012366887954</id><published>2009-06-30T18:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:00:38.129+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News</title><content type='html'>Just a quick post to let you know i have had a miscarriage.  Was bleeding again and it was confirmed today at hospital.  Im ok just getting my head around things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-7829054012366887954?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7829054012366887954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=7829054012366887954' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/7829054012366887954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/7829054012366887954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-news.html' title='Bad News'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-845199050306116415</id><published>2009-06-22T22:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:52:50.885+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adjusting to my new life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Sj_8yxQFugI/AAAAAAAAAac/WUA3oj8mz80/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350272831483918850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Sj_8yxQFugI/AAAAAAAAAac/WUA3oj8mz80/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has changed for me in a big way recently with the news of the baby. Now that we know baby is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I can start to think about the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The initial shock has gone, but the nerves are still there from time to time (but i imagine this is the case with anyone during their first pregnancy). Being a tad obsessive I wonder if my fears are a little less common. Of course I worried that I would suffer anxiety because of the massive change but other thoughts are flying around in my head. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; seem to be nervous about life once the baby has arrived, more about being pregnant. I think its control again. I wonder if i will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with having a baby bump, because this is something that I cannot control. Looking down and seeing this huge belly with it moving and being kicked and poked. Freaks me out a little bit ha. Gerry said i have nothing to worry about because it is the most natural thing in the world, but i am 28 years old and this has never happened to me before so it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; FEEL natural &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  I wonder if it is already affecting my mental health?  Yes i am thinking about things way too much.  As time is passing i am chilling out though. I actually look forward to seeing the bump develop, and think that the baby kicking will make the situation more real. Because right now i still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; feel pregnant. I have been VERY lucky because i am already &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; 11 weeks and i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; been sick once. I know this is a blessing. I feel like this is going to be the longest 9 months ever, since i have known about the baby from practically the day i became pregnant. but i am getting really excited now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More changes. I had spoke in the past about my aim being to move into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Gerry's&lt;/span&gt; house. I was always working towards the day i would be able to move in with him comfortably. Now though this has completely changed. I did worry about my agoraphobia if i moved into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Gerry's&lt;/span&gt; house with a baby. Maybe i am just being negative but i seen myself in this small house, in a town where none of my friends live near by, nor my family. I may not feel as comfortable walking as far as i can here or maybe i will just be very alone! I explained to Gerry that for my mental health i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think the move is a good idea anymore. Poor Gerry. He has wanted me to move there so much and I was so close. But thankfully he has understood and agreed that I need to be as comfortable as possible when the baby comes as we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want me to go backwards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now we are house hunting in my town! I am much happier about this. It means that when the baby is here and Gerry is away to work, I can walk everyday comfortably. I can visit friends and family and feel at ease in my familiar surroundings. The thought of moving house used to scared me but now I am very excited. We have seen a house that we want and so we will keep our fingers crossed that Gerry can get his house sold quickly enough. I cannot wait for us to live together and of course i cant wait to decorate and make a nursery for the baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been going out as much as always. The only thing i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; been doing is my driving lessons. I am starting those again next week though so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; good. I look forward to getting back into them as they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; were expanding my horizons more than anything else was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; scan appointment at the hospital on Sunday. Apparently this is just a long talk with lots of forms to fill in before my scan next week. Obviously i was terrified of the drive to the hospital last time but hopefully this time it wont be quite so stressful. I will write back then and hopefully will have some more pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel pretty exhausted right now which is normal but i feel my blogs are lacking. Even though I am pregnant I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; really had a chance to take things easy as i have been looking after the kids a lot. On Sunday i barley moved from my bed but still entertained the kids with makeovers. This is Jude as a clown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-845199050306116415?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/845199050306116415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=845199050306116415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/845199050306116415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/845199050306116415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/06/adjusting-to-my-new-life.html' title='Adjusting to my new life'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Sj_8yxQFugI/AAAAAAAAAac/WUA3oj8mz80/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-7029265276284096716</id><published>2009-06-12T16:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:08:08.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally i went for a scan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SjJ8rRmtVuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/DBPyva6RyWw/s1600-h/CIMG4665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346472790544176866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SjJ8rRmtVuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/DBPyva6RyWw/s400/CIMG4665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; written in the past few weeks as my head has been very messed up. I had written previously about the bleeding i was having and that i thought it was a miscarriage. This was pretty much confirmed by doctors and midwifes who i spoke to, but i was told that there was no way of knowing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; i went for a scan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well!!!!...My agoraphobia decided to flare up. I still went out everyday but the scan seemed to unlikely. The only place i can get a scan near me is at the hospital, and although i had made the drive before, it suddenly became very difficult. I drove to the hospital one Friday but by the time i was meant to go back the following Friday i felt way too anxious. I made an appointment for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;following&lt;/span&gt; Friday again and by this time the bleeding had started so it was more urgent that I get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt huge amounts of pressure from myself, my parents and my partner to have the scan and find out what was going on. Last Friday i felt awful. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt; when I think back to that morning, i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really remember it much. This shows me i was even more anxious than i thought! I did attempt to drive to the hospital but once i got round the corner i slammed on the brakes and refused to go any further. My mum was with me and she tried so hard to make me go. She stroked my hand, gave me water, tried to give me an encouraging talk but honestly nothing she said could have changed my mind. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; going and it was as simple as that. I felt terrible obviously and scared for my health, but i had hit a wall. ( not literally, my driving &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; that bad).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i got back home i had so many people to call. I phoned the hospital first, then my own doctor, then David from the Condition management team and finally the nurses in early pregnancy. My doctor offered me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vallium&lt;/span&gt; to get me there. That was basically it, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all i was offered, but then what else could they do? I did hope that David could maybe come with me in the car but i only got his voicemail and he never called back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway i made ANOTHER appointment for the next &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; again and told myself to practice the drive to the hospital each day till then. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;. As usual it was hard to find someone who was able to come out with me each day but i did get one day where i drove there a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this morning i woke up and was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt; to do it. I told myself that even if i panicked i was going as it would be over with within an hour and I would finally know whats going on! I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what had changed but i was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; much calmer than last week and i knew that there was actually a chance of me making it this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drove to the hospital and although i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; exactly chilled, i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; panic. I was taken at the hospital straight away and scanned. Relief! Baby is still there and baby is fine! Reason for the bleeding? I have a cyst on my ovary. This was NEVER mentioned as a possible cause and believe me i done my research. The cyst is 5cm x 4cm which i think is pretty big! But thankfully i was told that they care common in pregnancy and it could disappear on its own. Phew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it has been a successful day. I think i will have the best nights sleep tonight that I have had in weeks. Thank you all so much for your support. (that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; actually my scan but its pretty much identical to what i saw)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-7029265276284096716?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7029265276284096716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=7029265276284096716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/7029265276284096716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/7029265276284096716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-i-went-for-scan.html' title='Finally i went for a scan!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SjJ8rRmtVuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/DBPyva6RyWw/s72-c/CIMG4665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-548116481538603320</id><published>2009-05-13T19:38:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:02:49.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke's Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Luke made his first communion on Saturday. It was the day I was hoping to attend the most and i was so glad to be there. All the work and nerves were made completely worth while when he seen me in the chapel. His little face lit up. Pity he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; looked so thrilled in our picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The weather was totally miserable which was a shame but the service was lovely and I was really proud to be there and watch him. He done so well. The Alter is up some steps but his step dad thoughtfully built a ramp so that Luke could be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt; and wheel him self up to make his communion like the rest of the class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After the service we made our way to a local bowling club where the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt; joined together for some food and drinks. It really was a lovely day... but a tiring one! My nerves held out perfectly to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relief&lt;/span&gt; but when it was all over i was exhausted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-548116481538603320?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/548116481538603320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=548116481538603320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/548116481538603320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/548116481538603320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/05/lukes-big-day.html' title='Luke&apos;s Big Day'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-4428699831273335372</id><published>2009-05-13T20:16:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:02:01.562+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Communion Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SgsdDM3m8zI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/fViKTofNl4E/s1600-h/mng.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Sgsc_BXf-mI/AAAAAAAAAZI/yqepxKaWAx4/s1600-h/S5001531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335390052574820962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Sgsc_BXf-mI/AAAAAAAAAZI/yqepxKaWAx4/s400/S5001531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Sgsc5GOIARI/AAAAAAAAAZA/fKN1bHnRYYA/s1600-h/S5001528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335389950798463250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Sgsc5GOIARI/AAAAAAAAAZA/fKN1bHnRYYA/s400/S5001528.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SgsczuAQT7I/AAAAAAAAAY4/cacJvqawRCs/s1600-h/S5001526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335389858398490546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SgsczuAQT7I/AAAAAAAAAY4/cacJvqawRCs/s400/S5001526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke is obviously thrilled to be pictured with me and Gerry came dressed as a chef haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-4428699831273335372?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4428699831273335372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=4428699831273335372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/4428699831273335372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/4428699831273335372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/05/communion-pictures.html' title='Communion Pictures'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/Sgsc_BXf-mI/AAAAAAAAAZI/yqepxKaWAx4/s72-c/S5001531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-6596337586561139233</id><published>2009-06-04T18:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:03:09.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For Diver</title><content type='html'>Diver this post is in response to your comment about the Psycology text book. I will just write what appears on the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agoraphobia is an anxiety disorder in which there is great fear of open or public places. This fear can be so great that agoraphobics are often reluctant to leave the safety of their homes. Agoraphobia on its own is rather rare. in most cases, patients who develop agoraphobia already suffer from panic disorder, and so the disorder becomes panic disorder with agoraphobia. The fact that agoroaphobics typically also suffer from panic disorder is important in understanding agoraphobia - agoraphobics try to avoid open or public places from which escape would be difficult if they were to experience a panic attack. Thus, they are frightened of what might happen to them in public rather than the public places themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before discussing the criteria for panic disorder with agoraphobia, we will consider the definition of a panic attack. According to DSM-IV-TR (APA 2000), a panic attack involves intense fear or discomfort, with four or more bodily symptoms suddenly appearing. These symptoms include palpitations, shortness of breath, accelerated heart rate, a feeling of choking, nausea, sweating, chest pain, feeling dizzy and a fear of dying. Panic attacks can be distinguished from other types of anxiety by the fact that they are typically short in duration and of great intensity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DSM-IV-TR criteria for panic disorder with agoraphobia are as follows (APA 2000):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recurrent unexpected panic attacks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;At least one panic attack has been followed by at least one month of worry about the attack, concern about having more panic attacks, or changed in behaviour resulting from the attack.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Agoraphobia, in which there is anxiety about being in situations from which escape might be hard or embarrassing in the event of a panic attack.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The situations are either avoided, endured with marked distress, or manageable only with the presence of a companion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;According to ICD-10, one of the main criteria for agoraphioa is that anxiety is largely restricted to: crowds, public places, travelling away from home, and travelling alone. Another criteria is that there is frequent avoidance of the situations causing anxiety.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Approximately 3-4% of people develop panic disorder with or without agoraphobian during the course of their lives. Similar percentages have been found in many countries and ethnic groups. About 75% of those suffering from agoraphobia or panic disorder with agoraphobia are female. One likely reason why men show less agoraphobic avoidance than women uis because they are more likely to drink heavily so that they can go out in public.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case Study : Lynn, An Agoraphobic for 8 Years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday 19th December&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today has been the biggest challenge. I woke up and immediately felt anxious. Too much time in bed and too much time to think have caused this. From 7am all i could think about was 'I need to go out, I havent been out in 2 days, what if i cant do it again'? I sat and i thought about it, and thought about it and thought about it. In the end I was so worked up that i could feel the panic attack getting closer. I ran to my bedroom and got dressed and went out. I knew if I just faced the problem instead of sitting thinking about it, i would feel much better. it worked. I went out and walked my usual route and felt fine. I enjoyed it actually even though it was freezing and pouring with rain. I ended up back in bed after this. Still not well at all and while suffering from the cold it is probably not a great idea to walk in the rain. but mentally i feel far better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday 20th December&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arrgghhh maybe that walk was a bad idea. I. AM. SO. ILL!!! There is no hope of me leaving my bed today. But i can rest easy and not obsess about not getting out again. I also have the added joy of looking after my three nephews tonight. I can barely look after myself right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday 21st December&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel so much better! Got up and took two of the boys out for a walk. We were out for quite a while. On returning home I learned my dad was heading out to do some Christmas shopping. I quickly jumped in the car with him and asked him to take me for a spin. I havent been in the car since Tuesday so i wanted to prove to myself that i can still do it. We went around the usual and then for some reason my dad took a wrong turn. The panic really does come over me in waves. One minute i felt it rise from my tummy to my head and then it would go down again. i think if i can mentally talk myself through this i will be ok but when taking the wrong turn my head just went 'No No No'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How does Lynn's account tie in with what you know about agoraphobia?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Diver im not sure if this answers your question.  After my case study it just goes on to sum up the Agoraphobia section.  I would be interested to read peoples answers to the question though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-6596337586561139233?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/6596337586561139233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=6596337586561139233' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/6596337586561139233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/6596337586561139233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-diver.html' title='For Diver'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-1871018502750330976</id><published>2009-06-04T00:54:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:59:37.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Published Author....Kind Of</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SicNYNw870I/AAAAAAAAAaA/1BGbYO8XaQE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343254192561385282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SicNYNw870I/AAAAAAAAAaA/1BGbYO8XaQE/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yey&lt;/span&gt; my blog is now in a book. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so i may be a case study and it may be about my mental illness but so what... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; in a book &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. I appear on a page where is shows 'Lynn an Agoraphobic for 8 years' and then quotes a post I made. I guess it will only be students who will use it so thought I would tell you anyway. I had mentioned the book a few months ago, i was contacted and asked if I would mind my blog being used, but today the finished article arrived in the post. Its MASSIVE! It seems to be mostly about depression/phobias etc but i might just give it a read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-1871018502750330976?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1871018502750330976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=1871018502750330976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/1871018502750330976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/1871018502750330976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/06/published-authorkind-of.html' title='A Published Author....Kind Of'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SicNYNw870I/AAAAAAAAAaA/1BGbYO8XaQE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3914969552005146177.post-3549126896550155039</id><published>2009-05-09T22:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:22:02.384+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice for Relatives/Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SgXztxlxBFI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/eDTOq2ydaCE/s1600-h/2679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333937301421622354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SgXztxlxBFI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/eDTOq2ydaCE/s400/2679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking over the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stresspac&lt;/span&gt;' information that I was given from David i found something useful. At the back of the agoraphobia supplement there is a section called 'Advice for Relatives/Friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; seen anything like this before and wish i had given this to Gerry before we set out on our many trips. I thought I would type it out for you and see what you think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; suffer from agoraphobia, it will be hard for you to understand how it is affecting your relative or friend (now referred to as 'partner'). Talk to them about it. Try to look at it from their point of view. Even if you still cant understand it, accept that it is real and is not going to clear up without a great deal of hard work. Your help will be of great use. You may find the following points of use. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It will usually be easier for your partner to go out with you rather than alone. At the start, this is very useful. So make yourself available.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always do exactly what you have jointly planned. NEVER do anything the two of you have not planned. If you have agreed to meet at a certain place at a certain time, make sure you are there ahead of time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You may have to cope with irritation, anger, criticism etc. from your partner. These are often signs of stress. Try not to react to this. At the same time, try to keep your own irritation, anger and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;criticism&lt;/span&gt; under control. It is very hard coping with a partner who has this problem so accept that this problem is putting you under a lot of stress as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If something goes wrong, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; criticise. Talk it over, work out why it didn't work and plan ways of coping next time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Offer all the encouragement you can, especially after a setback. Pats on the back after success are crucial.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember that this is taking a lot of guts on the part of your partner to face these places which cause so much fear so make sure he/she knows that you are with them 100% of the way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure that as your partner improves, his/her dependence on you eases. Encourage your partner to take on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;challenges&lt;/span&gt; alone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accept that your own life will chance. You may have got into habits of paying bill, doing the shopping, making decisions. You will have to encourage your partner to share these tasks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always be there for your partner. Give him or her a shoulder to cry on when the going is bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why not a rewards to show how you feel about the hard work and progress - a bottle of wine, chocolates etc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3914969552005146177-3549126896550155039?l=livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/3549126896550155039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3914969552005146177&amp;postID=3549126896550155039' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/3549126896550155039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3914969552005146177/posts/default/3549126896550155039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithagoraphobia.blogspot.com/2009/05/advice-for-relativesfriends.html' title='Advice for Relatives/Friends'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985336897832589441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15897488978810104542'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaKk339BUsQ/SgXztxlxBFI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/eDTOq2ydaCE/s72-c/2679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry></feed>