Hi, I'm panicky.
What's with me? With the not-posting? I have no excuses. Actually I have an entire rucksack full of them, but I will spare you.
First of all, I have been terribly remiss regarding informing you of my Wonderland posts. New posts here and here. Also, there's also an interview with me in the videos, under "Keyboard Confidential" (which I would link to if I could figure out how), in which I murmur and look an awful lot like my late Irish grandmother. All I need is a Manhattan and wispy blue hair, and I could scare the shit out of my father.
Now marvel as I abruptly change the subject. Aaaaand… go!
I've always lacked confidence regarding my ability to move through space. There was the Bike-Learning Failure of '73-'78, the Roller Skating Catastrophe of '79, the Uneven Bars Horror of '83. And then there was driving. I never had the slightest interest in driving, except inasmuch as it could get you places, and I liked places. I had never even sat in a driver's seat, when I found myself in just such a seat, my foot on the pedal, in a driver's ed car, careening down Main Street. I don't remember much from driver's ed, but I do recall a lot of screaming, most of it not coming out of my own mouth. I may have hit a few things. Not surprisingly, I failed. I took Driver's Ed all over again. I passed, but barely. I failed the driver's test. I figured that this was a sign that I should be chaffeured everywhere, but my parents made me take it again. I passed, but just slightly.
Then I moved away, away from the Land Where Everyone Drove, and that was that for twenty years. For twenty years I haven't had to drive. I think I drove a few times in college, when my a cappella group (don't laugh) went on tour. There was a familiar screaming sound, when I did that. My fellow a cappella mates stopped asking me to drive. I moved to the city, where no one had cars. I was all set.
But then I moved here. Figuring I would get used to driving, I moved to this place. And I did, mostly. I was a little sweaty-palmed for the first couple of months, but now I can get around town without a problem. Then I tried to drive on the highway.
And I completely freaked out.
Without going into too much detail about it because reliving it makes me want to die, here was how much I was freaking out: my vision tunneled. I was fairly certain that I was going to throw up on myself. I lost all feeling in my arms. My hands were sweating so badly that they were slipping off the steering wheel. My hearing went all funny. Then I started crying, which, in addition to the tunnel vision, made it awfully hard to see. I got off at the nearest exit.
I was probably on the highway for ten or fifteen minutes. That was one year ago.
I know what you're going to say. I can hear you saying it. Highway driving is scary, you're saying. You have to keep on trying! It's a skill! You'll get better! Do you always use all those exclamation points, when you're talking?
What we have here is not a lack of confidence—well, okay, it IS a lack of confidence, but also it is a fear that grips so tightly to me that I can no longer reason. I've tried driving on the highway a couple of times since then. I've tried to work through it. I did some cognitive behavioral therapy, I learned about dealing with panic and breathing the right way and I tried talking myself through the panic, blar de blar, and I am here to tell you that I cannot. I don't want to sound defeatist, here, but all the talking to myself and breathing just makes me calm enough that I don't run off the road and run screaming from the car. I can manage it, but I still get the numbness and the tunnel vision and the nausea—and the sweating, don't forget the sweating!—and I feel absolutely dreadful.
I tried going on the Garden State Parkway last week. My panic was so intense that I was nauseated for days afterward. It was like I had been poisoned. Why would I put myself through that again? Except, you know, for all the really smart reasons, like I need to get around and do things and be independent and GOD SHUT UP WITH YOUR REASONABLE ATTITUDE.
I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean it. It's the fear, is all. It's got ahold of me.
All of this is leading up to one question, which is: what do you think of hypnosis? Anyone? Anyone?










August 21, 2007
Reader Comments (95)
I drove for 25 years and have been back home since 2000. Ummmmm I haven't got an English driving license yet. I'm so scared of driving on these small roads and on the wrong side. I have to take lessons next year. No way out of it any more.
I feel for you kiddo.
But put me near an actual city, with actual agressive drivers, and I start freaking out. Hope you find some sort of therapy that works.
Also, oddly, I think we went to the same college, and I, too, was in an a cappella group. Tupelo, Widow or Blue Note?
For years after I wouldn't even ride on the highway with other drivers because of the paralyzing fear you describe but I'm happy to say that got tired of being afraid and just today I was driving on a highway by myself and I sort of even forgot how scary it was.
No matter how you do something it can be done. If hypnosis is your thing that's great. As long as you stop saying that you cannot, because it's just not true. It took me 6 years but I did it, 1 mile at a time. I know you can too.
It worked for me. Very well. Perhaps I am highly suggestible so I can't say it will work for everyone. But why not try it?
I'm inspired.
And it was Hypnobabies that in no small part led to the trauma that necessitated the EMDR in the first place.
I'm not a huge fan of hypnotherapy in any of its hokey forms.
Someone may have already said this by now, but...IMO, sure, try hypnosis if you want. Maybe it will help. The more practical side of me, however, says sign up with a driving school, and drive in a car with an actual instructor. Get a woman instructor -- not that I have anything against male driving instructors, but something tells me a female teacher would be a good thing in this case. Ask questions beforehand: Have they taught highly anxious drivers before? Have they taught adults (i.e., not teenagers)? Do they have one of those way cool cars with dual controls in case the teacher needs to brake for you (because I think dual controls are the *only* way to go in this situation)? Tell them about your anxiety and past experience, and don't be afraid to shop around for the right teacher who is compassionate, yet who pushes you a little bit at a time.
Maybe do the hypnosis in conjunction with this. But definitely get a driver's training teacher. I think it's the most methodical (and safest!) way to overcome the driving issue. *hugs*
Today I managed to go 3 miles (YAY! GO ME! ON THE FREEWAY!).
I don't have the shakes and I feel pretty damn good about myself.
So, in short, it will take time, but try every once in a while (it's been about 4 years since I could drive comfortably on the freeway).
I have no advice, only sympathy. As a former city-dweller (aka walker/bus/subway-rider)I feel your pain. Our move to the burbs has meant all sorts of driving, and the highway kind is my least favorite. I just got back from visiting a friend's new baby in the city, and between driving on the Merrit Pkway and in and out of Manhattan, I feel like I dropped acid and went through an obstacle course.
I went back to talk therapy about 3 years ago when the night terrors hit a crescendo (aka beating the crap out of my husband)... and basically over the past 3 years we have figured out that the night terrors (and my behavior as a tween) stem from abusive stuff with my dad as a child. I suffer from panic and generalized anxiety disorder as a result of it.
In my case, after an extensive sleep study that also diagnosed "arousal disorder" - a name my hubby had a blast with! - I ended up on crazy meds :)
Which in my case were my saving grace. Virtually no night terrors for 9 months now. My therapist and I have discussed EMDR at great length and it's still on the table - however, I have been having dreams now, not night terrors (huge difference) and she feels that the dreams are my minds way of sorting out my panic and filing it away in my brain.
So, hopefully I am finally on the road to recovery.
I can tell you, though, I have NO IDEA why I don't have an ulcer. When the crazy meds kicked in, I was shocked to realize how much acid my stomach had been pumping ALL FRICKING DAY LONG.
And as I look back at all my blathering, I realize I have offered you no real advice, just pretty much dumped all my crap all over your blog.
Just know you are not alone.