THE SYMPTOMS OF A PANIC ATTACK

There are 2 things that are obvious when you start to hunt for a definition for agoraphobia and that is that, depending on where you look, there’s more than simply one definition.
The second usual definition goes something like this : An nervousness disorder where the subject lives in fear of finding themselves in a shaming situation from which there’s no escape.
More sophisticated agoraphobics may, indeed, become limited to their home to avoid any such pain occurring while in public. We are able to see that the results of being housebound is similar in both definitions, the way the victim becomes housebound, though, is sort of different. At that point, my fear was only hooked up to travel by any style of transport that I selected : auto, train, bus and so on. But walking around outside posed no threat at all.
However, as the years progressed so did the seriousness of the condition and finally, after around eighteen years or so, I became fully housebound. So, what is it that may make an agoraphobic’s life so limited? I’ll try and explain as best I’m able to. But, if after reading this you cannot quite grasp the entire idea, don’t be disturbed, most health execs that I have consulted over time could not grasp it either. As an agoraphobic, I lived in fear of when my next panic episode would strike. I was fortunate, in one respect, in that I haven’t ever had a panic fit while in the confines of my home. However, I know of other agoraphobics that do suffer them at home, infrequently quite often. For me, there had been a fear larger than the dread of having yet one more panic fit and that was of having a huge panic fit that left me in a condition whereupon I could not stand up and walk or would result in some wild and humiliating emotional outburst.
Knowing that certain scenarios could trigger my panic fuelled the second part of my state. Being in heavy-traffic caused me to feel terribly panicky and uncomfortable or standing still and not progressing forward on public transport had an identical effect. So any thought of such an encounter brought on my what if syndrome.
I’d be travelling down a road where the traffic was light and flowing openly when a concept like : I am hoping the traffic isn’t backed up at this or that road crossing would enter my head and this would get me what ifing. What if the traffic is backed up and we are stuck there for 20 mins and what if I’m in possession of a panic episode and what if I am unable to get to work and can’t get home? this type of thinking had only 1 result, it made me shocked. And being shocked and away from my safe section just brought on my panic. Agoraphobia and its partners in crime, panic episodes and foreboding, nicked everything that made my life good. But it did not stop there. It’s effects on me changed the lives of my friends and family too.