[jen]

when dp/panic attacks ensue on crowded subways (like they just did this afternoon), i truly lose it. this must be the worst part of living with dp in nyc.

i was shaking uncontrollably. i was screaming inside. my soul felt like it was wafting away, like it was merging with all those strange eyes and putrid smells. i was bathed in sweat.

you just feel like such a big BABY. what new yorker doesn't experience discomfort on the rush hour train to work? i know, i know. thanks for pointing out that i'm sweating, dumbass. you sure this isn't your stop?

 

[Universal]

i feel for ya jen, i also get panic attacks when in public or riding the subway. i'm from nyc too you know. it can be a big bitch of course, i think it's like going to the zoo, when you realise you can't pet the animals it gets to be a bummer. it's like you watch yourself get anxious but it's hard to do anything about it, kind of like you're stuck in between the seer and what is seen, or something.

 

[Dreamland]

I can identify with that. I once had a bad panic attack in an airplane while the plane was going full throttle and taking off!!!! Bad trip!!!! I'm not that scared of flying but this came out of nowhere.

 

[Guest]

I don't know if this is a common symptom or not, but here goes nothing:

Whenever I'm in a crowd, I don't just have the "typical" (my, that is an ironic thing to say) dp/dr, but rather I dissociate in a stranger way.

Everything just seems to stop in some profound sense, although everything around me is clearly going at the same speed. The world seems to turn on an arbitrary axis for a billionth of a degree, and this weird voice in a British accent (Received Pronunciation, to be specific) fills my mental space, narrating everything that is going on, but with very strange (though at times, not necessarily disagreeable) philosophical commentary.