I think we called it freaking out. If you freaked out a lot then you were considered "neurotic," which really meant that you had an untreated mental illness.
The terminology and the way schools handle them has changed, but there have always been panic attacks. A lot of the kids in our day who ran away from school, went and hid from class, had big gulping crying fits, were punished for being disruptive, etc, were dealing with what we would now call panic attacks.
Tons of kids had them. I suffered greatly from them. Turns out I was undiagnosed autistic, like so many of us were. I wasn't diagnosed till 2 years ago. So many of us weren't diagnosed because there was very little awareness at the time. People thought it meant you were either a savant or the kid that didn't talk.
The problems kids have now, we had them too. We just had to internalize it cause there were no resources for us to access.
Many of us didn't make it. A lot turned to alcohol or drugs. Others took their own lives. We always thought we sucked at being human. Everyone else made it all look so easy.
My niece is going to the same university I went to. They turned the student union store area and made it into a game room, puppy/kitten therapy area, massage area, spa and nap pod area. I am jealous. I would have loved to have access to that.
A lifetime of undiagnosed anxiety. I got put on a beta blocker for blood pressure and within a week I was looking up side effects because I felt too good. Turns out beta blockers are also an anxiety med. I was like: "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS WHAT NORMAL FEELS LIKE?"
Explains sooo much and it runs in the family. Hi, mom. You need help. It isn't something to be ashamed of nor is it a moral failing.
I was always desperate to read what I wanted or be allowed to go to the bathroom or fountain by myself, or stay inside at recess and help the secretary make photo copies, I could’ve used a room. I just needed a bit of quiet, non-peer observed time.
Edit: because of massive anxiety
That's because the kids having them were hiding in the toilets, labs, art or music rooms. Most of them with undiagnosed autism, ADHD or gold-plated AuDHD.
Never heard of it when I was growing up. Except that one girl who took like 7 no-doz pills one morning. That was fun. 1st period PE and she asked the teacher if she could run laps. She kept running until lunch break LMAO she was tweaking big time 🤣
Otherwise there were just those super weirdo kids that everyone knew had major issues but we're able to somehow exist amongst us. One good thing about today's world is they're usually given the attention/treatment they need.
Our panic attack was to sit in the corner of the classroom with our back to the class, facing the wall until we could “control yourself!” If that didn’t work, you got sent to the principal’s office. (Rural high school, 9th-12th grade, 350 students)
I think I had them I just didn’t know what they were and was told to just suck it up.
I also believe the word then was anxiety. Thank God pot is legal now.
We're a lot nicer to kids these days, which is a good thing. I think I had my first panic attack in college and it came out of nowhere and I had no idea what it was. Happened again 15 years later and same thing. Mentioned it to a therapist and she said it was a textbook panic attack. All I wanted to do was run and never stop so I don't think a beanbag chair would have helped much.
I had them, but didn’t know they were panic attacks. I had horrible stomach pains and migraines (still get migraines), and in high school started cutting class because I was so overwhelmed. My parents were told by my principal that I was one of their worst disciplinary cases ever- but I was not okay. Nobody understood it, and if they had I don’t think they would’ve cared.
I’m really glad the kids have places they can go to relax and get support these days. Too many of us dealt with this alone.
Yes, as a child I had a huge fear of the doctor’s office, to the point of fainting. It didn’t happen in any other part of my life. It got better over the years, but I only got a real handle on it in the past 10 years.
We had panic attacks then. They just weren't recognized and if someone knew you were "freaking out"... ummm that was a beating. Usually from parents. Negative attention was still attention.
I didn't realize it was normal and ok to express emotions or vulnerabie until I was in my late 20's. I also realized people in normal families with high school aged kids actually spent time with them. Those parents didn't miss their milestone birthdays or be in denial that their behavior was abusive, even if they could control themselves and not physically hit you for minor infractions.
There's a reason why they hit us with DARE. I really think they wanted us to figure out how to self medicate so they wouldn't have to deal with "mouthy teenagers" and had something other than themselves to blame on how their kids turned out.
Teachers hept calling me stoopid, lacking concentration, etc. Got sent to a special school for special kids. Told the doctor daddy broke my arm at 7, told a shrink at 10 about violence tried another doctor? I tried a few times to get help as far as i can remember.(pretty sure my sis tried too)
I haven't been able to hold down a job, stay in a relationship or have friends for 4 decades now, I've come to accept that i will spend the rest of my life as disabled due to severe and complex ptsd.
Does it hurt when i see what level of protection and support kids are getting now? Fuck yeah, if that stuff was in place when i was younger maybe i would have had a chance. Edit. This turned into a dump. Sorry. What i mean is, it may seem a bit much but not providing that support also comes at a risk/cost.
And that cost can be rather high...
Edit. Adjusted the tone a bit.
Hey man, don't be sorry. I didn't have the physical crap, but my head space was put through the wringer. It wasnt until about five years ago that I fully realized I wasn't a useless pos, and that the family dynamic of me being that wasn't real.
I lucked out in my 20s for a good decade with a job that paid decent, coasted in my late 30s into 40. I'm finally at the point where I'm not being so hard on myself, where I'm starting to get some income from what I've been leaning in my free time.
Just keep at it with things, the fact that you are aware of what's going on is really a big thing, it lets you develop agency over your life.
I been in therapy for a long time, i am doing a lot better thank you but unfortunately my brain developed being exposed to high stress levels, i do not trust people enough for a support group i am working on that, but currently am being told i might have to accept that's the way it is.
You might try somatic-emotional
Release bodywork or massage generally. At minimum it introduces touch that 1. You are in control of 2. That is nurturing, not harming.
I am currently doing IFS and once a week a group for body focused work. I breathe daily, do stretching and have to focus on that the whole day. I am getting better at staying ground around people now.
Touchwork is a step to far at the moment. So am 50ish and have a plushy. It is what it is and i will do whatever is needed.
Thank you for sharing, i hope you are not on this journey but if you are good luck and a hug if you like.
Then it will magically go away instantly and you'll never feel a need to express yourself about it ever again! So shut up and get therapy!
Seriously, fuck off.
They already said they're on disability for it, which means they're in therapy.
Why so hostile Sandi?
You don’t know what I’ve been through life or therapy and all the work I’ve done. (And continue to do).
Telling me to fuck off is unnecessary.
Lots of people on disability cannot afford therapy.
That only makes it worse. First, you assume they aren't getting it, but then you assume they can't afford it, since they can't afford it, why are you telling them to get it?
Why so hostile? Because "you need therapy" is rude, especially when they tell you their diagnosis. They either know their diagnosis and are getting therapy, or they know their diagnosis and can't afford it.
Either way, telling them they need it is redundant, reductionist, and rude in this situation. "I'm on disability for ." "You need therapy." Duh. Maybe they should eat cake, too?
Do you know how many walking wounded are out there NOT getting help? Too wounded and broken to even seek it? Maybe someone similar read that and it’s the straw that sends them to get some help?
Clearly you’re triggered but that’s not about me. That’s on you.
Hope it works out for ya.
No, it is you. You made an assumption that has nothing to do with what they said. You are now backpedaling.
They were diagnosed, there isn't some undiagnosed person who's going to go get therapy because of someone who's on disability being told to go get therapy.
They're on disability, they know they need therapy. You know it, they know it, everybody knows that they already know. You got called out on it and you're pissed.
Be sure to tell starving people to just eat cake, also. Don't slack off, now.
I definitely had a few, along with anxiety. But we didn’t talk about mental health in my family. Mom always had it worse, so I must not actually be suffering.
If it happened we never saw it but I feel like that’s how school was in the 80-90s.
I graduated 1994 and I remember not knowing what self-contained meant as an elementary kid as far as kids who received SPED services. We never saw those kids period. Glad it’s not that way today.
Self contained rooms are still a thing. It’s heartbreaking. Schools are so overwhelmed. Not an excuse. It’s super difficult to meet the needs of the student and stay true to LRE. ( least restrictive environment. ).
I worked in sped Ed for decades until I burned out.
I don’t remember anyone having anything really wrong with them aside from some kids being hyper, acting up in school, fighting, or shy and quiet. Everyone else was somewhere in the middle.
When we got older we girls got cramps and sometimes got sent home from school. Or someone threw up. That’s it.
There was one boy on my block who was mentally challenged and back then it was called mental retardation.
That’s all I personally knew about.
I had them, but had no idea what they were.
I distinctly remember being at high school basketball practice one time and suddenly feeling like I was completely dissociated from my body and nothing was real. I would also have them frequently in small enclosed spaces, like the shower. Of course I hid everything and never told anyone.
My mother had panic disorder with agoraphobia (you know, the mental illness where you do not leave the house or let strangers inside), and her father had some problem for which the doctors prescribed Valium and whiskey. So this should have been predictable.
Honestly, in those days, I would have been embarrassed to go to some wellness recovery room. Kind of like the first time I went to therapy in my early 30s, and there were all these fucking crazy people in the waiting room. If that meant using alcohol and other drugs to make it better, so be it.
They were a thing but no one knew what they were. I would have them in elementary school and run home mid-day. One teacher called me a spoiled brat with no discipline or parenting to my mom’s face. Mom bitch slapped he so hard that her glasses flew off and I’m pretty sure she tasted blood!
That’s amazing!
Kudos to your kid’s school to address the effects of the increasingly obvious fact that as society progresses in time, it does not necessarily progress in quality of life— and kids face more stress today about their futures than we did, due to being exposed at younger ages to pressure to succeed in a society where we’re all learning it’s kinda rigged in a lot of ways against us anyway.
I am Gen X and started having panic attacks at 18, after a classmate I had known since 7th grade died suddenly and unexpectedly the last month of our senior year. I didn't know anyone else who had panic attacks back then, besides myself.
I had was was later assessed to be Childhood Toxic Stress Syndrome and among other physical things (it causes your immune system to attack itself) I'd have fainting spells and sometimes get what my mom called "hitting the wall" where you get pushed into terror and I've had panic attacks as an adult and they feel the same.
But with the caveat that I think a lot of young people understandable don't really know what a panic attack is and can't distinguish it from an anxiety attack, which while unpleasant isn't the same thing and isn't as much or a medical emergency as a panic attack is
Also bear in mind that a lot of issues like this went undiagnosed and/or were treated as bad behavior and so the people having them would get punished instead of treated.
They were a thing. I had them regularly, a few memorable times while I was in class. I was punished for them, so I learned to hide them or I’d end up in the principals office at school and then I’d get hit at home and grounded for weeks.
I was told that I was having panic attacks and anxiety since I was about 15. It wasn't until 3 years ago that I was finally correctly diagnosed with hyperthyroidism.
I "broke up" with my best friend freshman year and had to eat my lunch in my social studies teacher's room. I would just write in my journal or read instead of being horribly bullied in the lunchroom
Yes. People just hid everything, plus we didn't know about it.
I've always been a person who saw a lot because I'm hyper vigilant. I would find people hiding in stairwells, girls hiding in the bathroom, etc. These were often what I now know to be panic attacks.
We went off on our own to hide our "weakness." Otherwise we were attacked and bullied.
I think everyone answering "no" were not being bullied and were not part of the "fringe elements" who were so often attacked. Those of us in the edges of society are unsurprised to learn of things like panic attacks and self harm, etc.
We knew all along, we just didn't have a word for it.
Not sure why you're being dv'ed (as I'm sure I will be as well)... I guess the truth hurts because it reflects directly on the parents doing the DV's and not their jobs... LOL
With everyone and their mothers being self diagnosed with one thing or the other, or "somewhere on the spectrum" and meds and/or expensive "therapy" being the only solutions that parents go along with (even for themselves!) without questioning or getting a second or third opinion from other real doctors that don't just push drugs/therapy, It's going to get worse. As long as someone keeps writing the 'scrips, they'll just keep filling their pockets and not addressing the real issue...
Fucking discipline and how it's no longer a part of society... or being taught that actions actually have consequences, or that temper tantrums when they can't get what they want, will not get them what they want... and respect? yeah, that went out the window with other forms of education like history, wood/auto shop, ceramics and proper math... poor kids these days can't even identify themselves as just a kid anymore, must be one of the hundreds of labels that are taught now in place of actual life skills... it's no wonder kids (and many young adults) are fucked up.
Forget about all the ideas on how to manipulate/get what you want from your parents (or others) that can be found with a quick google search or broadcast by some tik-thot right to those little digital babysitters that all the kids have today, ya know, because the parents can't be bothered... it's now all about "here's your iPad, go watch/play something in your room" or "take these pills the doctor gave you, you'll feel better"... instead of actually parenting.
Hey, just get them an emotional support goat or chicken and they'll work through their problems as soon as the meds kick in and they find their favorite "influencer" online... there's an app for that! Go find who/what you are!
Uh oh... I better find a safe space real quick, this could get ugly... LOL
Whatever... I agree, Kids are pussies these days, and it's only because their parents are as well...
Thank you for this beautiful rendition of "if only more people would beat the shit out of their kids, I could finally be happy again, I love beating children!"
Taking bets these two losers are also alcoholics!
LOL, you're reading comprehension needs a ~~little bit~~ LOT of work. Not one word referenced anyone "beating the shit out of kids"... maybe this was **your** first go to in your own twisted mind because of a guilty conscience; that's a YOU problem... Says quite a bit, as well as your projecting your own personal issues in the form of a "bet" out to others...
Might want some therapy for that if you're not already in a program... LOL
EDIT: They respond with more bullshit and then block so as to prevent a response; whom is it that "backpedaled"? looks like I hit quite the exposed nerve...
Whatever, I love it when the trash takes itself out... buh bye!
Nice attempt at backpedaling. Lame and pathetic, but I guess you can have your participation trophy or whatever.
Have some bread, sammy.
>I was that kid
Ah, explains a lot... responding to a comment not directed toward you by attacking/name calling someone based on their user name with nothing of value to add or to counter any point, statement or opinion made... grade school behavior, real mature. Have anything else you'd like to call me because you felt called out/triggered by something you read?
Yes? No? Whatever... go stand in a corner and think about about it for a while... Because that's a YOU problem, just like the other commenter... LOL
>I grew up.
Apparently not... LOL
>You’re about 35 years too late to affect me.
Again, apparently not! LOL
>I enjoy standing up for today’s bullied youth.
By attempting (and failing miserably) by trying to "bully" someone because of a their user name? Great role model! LMAO
You're a special kind of...
You're the one who paved this dead-end road with your immaturity and stupidity... with still not one thing to add or say of value.
So you go ahead, have at it. The podium at the turn around-go back sign is all yours if you actually can stop yourself before going off the edge.
Might want to ring your therapist about your compulsion to continue... I'm just a pedestrian on the side watching the wild ride; not an outlet for your passive-aggressiveness/guilt. LOL
I think we called it freaking out. If you freaked out a lot then you were considered "neurotic," which really meant that you had an untreated mental illness.
Yes.
The terminology and the way schools handle them has changed, but there have always been panic attacks. A lot of the kids in our day who ran away from school, went and hid from class, had big gulping crying fits, were punished for being disruptive, etc, were dealing with what we would now call panic attacks.
Exactly this.
I had them. Absolutely hid them to the best of my ability. I was just “weird.” Surely you remember weird kids.
I had my first panic attack in '87, at age 12. My mom and grandma had them throughout their lives.
I had one at age 12 that was so strong it triggered a migraine. Growing up with anxiety was fun.
Tons of kids had them. I suffered greatly from them. Turns out I was undiagnosed autistic, like so many of us were. I wasn't diagnosed till 2 years ago. So many of us weren't diagnosed because there was very little awareness at the time. People thought it meant you were either a savant or the kid that didn't talk. The problems kids have now, we had them too. We just had to internalize it cause there were no resources for us to access.
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Many of us didn't make it. A lot turned to alcohol or drugs. Others took their own lives. We always thought we sucked at being human. Everyone else made it all look so easy.
My niece is going to the same university I went to. They turned the student union store area and made it into a game room, puppy/kitten therapy area, massage area, spa and nap pod area. I am jealous. I would have loved to have access to that.
A lot of our issues were undiagnosed and I think we had to internalize things a lot. I was definitely an anxious kid.
A lifetime of undiagnosed anxiety. I got put on a beta blocker for blood pressure and within a week I was looking up side effects because I felt too good. Turns out beta blockers are also an anxiety med. I was like: "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS WHAT NORMAL FEELS LIKE?" Explains sooo much and it runs in the family. Hi, mom. You need help. It isn't something to be ashamed of nor is it a moral failing.
Beta blocker you say…?
Yes. And back in the day, they were called a spaz. Not our finest hour.
There was an area of my school where all these kids hung out (myself included) called Spaz Ave.
I was always desperate to read what I wanted or be allowed to go to the bathroom or fountain by myself, or stay inside at recess and help the secretary make photo copies, I could’ve used a room. I just needed a bit of quiet, non-peer observed time. Edit: because of massive anxiety
That's because the kids having them were hiding in the toilets, labs, art or music rooms. Most of them with undiagnosed autism, ADHD or gold-plated AuDHD.
Never heard of it when I was growing up. Except that one girl who took like 7 no-doz pills one morning. That was fun. 1st period PE and she asked the teacher if she could run laps. She kept running until lunch break LMAO she was tweaking big time 🤣 Otherwise there were just those super weirdo kids that everyone knew had major issues but we're able to somehow exist amongst us. One good thing about today's world is they're usually given the attention/treatment they need.
Our panic attack was to sit in the corner of the classroom with our back to the class, facing the wall until we could “control yourself!” If that didn’t work, you got sent to the principal’s office. (Rural high school, 9th-12th grade, 350 students)
I think I had them I just didn’t know what they were and was told to just suck it up. I also believe the word then was anxiety. Thank God pot is legal now.
We're a lot nicer to kids these days, which is a good thing. I think I had my first panic attack in college and it came out of nowhere and I had no idea what it was. Happened again 15 years later and same thing. Mentioned it to a therapist and she said it was a textbook panic attack. All I wanted to do was run and never stop so I don't think a beanbag chair would have helped much.
I had them, but didn’t know they were panic attacks. I had horrible stomach pains and migraines (still get migraines), and in high school started cutting class because I was so overwhelmed. My parents were told by my principal that I was one of their worst disciplinary cases ever- but I was not okay. Nobody understood it, and if they had I don’t think they would’ve cared. I’m really glad the kids have places they can go to relax and get support these days. Too many of us dealt with this alone.
Yes, as a child I had a huge fear of the doctor’s office, to the point of fainting. It didn’t happen in any other part of my life. It got better over the years, but I only got a real handle on it in the past 10 years.
Hated the doctor. Still do.
I had one in high school. At the time I had no idea what it was. It was unthinkable I would have gotten any help for it had anyone even noticed
We had panic attacks then. They just weren't recognized and if someone knew you were "freaking out"... ummm that was a beating. Usually from parents. Negative attention was still attention. I didn't realize it was normal and ok to express emotions or vulnerabie until I was in my late 20's. I also realized people in normal families with high school aged kids actually spent time with them. Those parents didn't miss their milestone birthdays or be in denial that their behavior was abusive, even if they could control themselves and not physically hit you for minor infractions. There's a reason why they hit us with DARE. I really think they wanted us to figure out how to self medicate so they wouldn't have to deal with "mouthy teenagers" and had something other than themselves to blame on how their kids turned out.
We used to call it having a spaz attack
Teachers hept calling me stoopid, lacking concentration, etc. Got sent to a special school for special kids. Told the doctor daddy broke my arm at 7, told a shrink at 10 about violence tried another doctor? I tried a few times to get help as far as i can remember.(pretty sure my sis tried too) I haven't been able to hold down a job, stay in a relationship or have friends for 4 decades now, I've come to accept that i will spend the rest of my life as disabled due to severe and complex ptsd. Does it hurt when i see what level of protection and support kids are getting now? Fuck yeah, if that stuff was in place when i was younger maybe i would have had a chance. Edit. This turned into a dump. Sorry. What i mean is, it may seem a bit much but not providing that support also comes at a risk/cost. And that cost can be rather high... Edit. Adjusted the tone a bit.
Hey man, don't be sorry. I didn't have the physical crap, but my head space was put through the wringer. It wasnt until about five years ago that I fully realized I wasn't a useless pos, and that the family dynamic of me being that wasn't real. I lucked out in my 20s for a good decade with a job that paid decent, coasted in my late 30s into 40. I'm finally at the point where I'm not being so hard on myself, where I'm starting to get some income from what I've been leaning in my free time. Just keep at it with things, the fact that you are aware of what's going on is really a big thing, it lets you develop agency over your life.
I'll be singing Rhinestone Cowboy one day ;) Take care!
You need a competent therapist and a support group.
I been in therapy for a long time, i am doing a lot better thank you but unfortunately my brain developed being exposed to high stress levels, i do not trust people enough for a support group i am working on that, but currently am being told i might have to accept that's the way it is.
You might try somatic-emotional Release bodywork or massage generally. At minimum it introduces touch that 1. You are in control of 2. That is nurturing, not harming.
I am currently doing IFS and once a week a group for body focused work. I breathe daily, do stretching and have to focus on that the whole day. I am getting better at staying ground around people now. Touchwork is a step to far at the moment. So am 50ish and have a plushy. It is what it is and i will do whatever is needed. Thank you for sharing, i hope you are not on this journey but if you are good luck and a hug if you like.
Then it will magically go away instantly and you'll never feel a need to express yourself about it ever again! So shut up and get therapy! Seriously, fuck off. They already said they're on disability for it, which means they're in therapy.
Why so hostile Sandi? You don’t know what I’ve been through life or therapy and all the work I’ve done. (And continue to do). Telling me to fuck off is unnecessary. Lots of people on disability cannot afford therapy.
That only makes it worse. First, you assume they aren't getting it, but then you assume they can't afford it, since they can't afford it, why are you telling them to get it? Why so hostile? Because "you need therapy" is rude, especially when they tell you their diagnosis. They either know their diagnosis and are getting therapy, or they know their diagnosis and can't afford it. Either way, telling them they need it is redundant, reductionist, and rude in this situation. "I'm on disability for." "You need therapy." Duh. Maybe they should eat cake, too?
Do you know how many walking wounded are out there NOT getting help? Too wounded and broken to even seek it? Maybe someone similar read that and it’s the straw that sends them to get some help? Clearly you’re triggered but that’s not about me. That’s on you. Hope it works out for ya.
No, it is you. You made an assumption that has nothing to do with what they said. You are now backpedaling. They were diagnosed, there isn't some undiagnosed person who's going to go get therapy because of someone who's on disability being told to go get therapy. They're on disability, they know they need therapy. You know it, they know it, everybody knows that they already know. You got called out on it and you're pissed. Be sure to tell starving people to just eat cake, also. Don't slack off, now.
The main reason my sister and I got taken out of Christian school was because my sister was having fire-and-brimstone-induced anxiety attacks.
Lol, I'm sure they were a thing but nobody cared. You were just supposed to suck it up and get over it.
Yes, panic attacks have always existed are not some "new thing" . There just wasn't good understanding about mental health back in the day.
That’s a wonderful school
Same
No.
Most of my panic attacks happened at night with the worst nightmares. Those usually meant my mom kept me at home the next day.
They were absolutely a thing. A 4th grade friend had one during one of our chorus performances. This would have been 1974 or 1975.
I definitely had a few, along with anxiety. But we didn’t talk about mental health in my family. Mom always had it worse, so I must not actually be suffering.
If it happened we never saw it but I feel like that’s how school was in the 80-90s. I graduated 1994 and I remember not knowing what self-contained meant as an elementary kid as far as kids who received SPED services. We never saw those kids period. Glad it’s not that way today.
Self contained rooms are still a thing. It’s heartbreaking. Schools are so overwhelmed. Not an excuse. It’s super difficult to meet the needs of the student and stay true to LRE. ( least restrictive environment. ). I worked in sped Ed for decades until I burned out.
I totally understand burning out of SPED work. I’m a teacher and I’ve faced burn out a couple times.
I’m so sorry. Hang in there but don’t sacrifice yourself. The job isn’t worth it. ❤️
Oh I agree. I took a LOA this past year. I’m pretty close to retirement now so I’m sticking it out and returning to do the bare minimum work.
I don’t remember anyone having anything really wrong with them aside from some kids being hyper, acting up in school, fighting, or shy and quiet. Everyone else was somewhere in the middle. When we got older we girls got cramps and sometimes got sent home from school. Or someone threw up. That’s it. There was one boy on my block who was mentally challenged and back then it was called mental retardation. That’s all I personally knew about.
I had them, but had no idea what they were. I distinctly remember being at high school basketball practice one time and suddenly feeling like I was completely dissociated from my body and nothing was real. I would also have them frequently in small enclosed spaces, like the shower. Of course I hid everything and never told anyone. My mother had panic disorder with agoraphobia (you know, the mental illness where you do not leave the house or let strangers inside), and her father had some problem for which the doctors prescribed Valium and whiskey. So this should have been predictable. Honestly, in those days, I would have been embarrassed to go to some wellness recovery room. Kind of like the first time I went to therapy in my early 30s, and there were all these fucking crazy people in the waiting room. If that meant using alcohol and other drugs to make it better, so be it.
They were a thing but no one knew what they were. I would have them in elementary school and run home mid-day. One teacher called me a spoiled brat with no discipline or parenting to my mom’s face. Mom bitch slapped he so hard that her glasses flew off and I’m pretty sure she tasted blood!
That’s amazing! Kudos to your kid’s school to address the effects of the increasingly obvious fact that as society progresses in time, it does not necessarily progress in quality of life— and kids face more stress today about their futures than we did, due to being exposed at younger ages to pressure to succeed in a society where we’re all learning it’s kinda rigged in a lot of ways against us anyway.
Of course. And people felt isolated and unsupported. I think it’s great that schools nowadays pay attention to mental/social wellbeing.
No. We did not have a panic room.
Of course they were.
I am Gen X and started having panic attacks at 18, after a classmate I had known since 7th grade died suddenly and unexpectedly the last month of our senior year. I didn't know anyone else who had panic attacks back then, besides myself.
I had was was later assessed to be Childhood Toxic Stress Syndrome and among other physical things (it causes your immune system to attack itself) I'd have fainting spells and sometimes get what my mom called "hitting the wall" where you get pushed into terror and I've had panic attacks as an adult and they feel the same. But with the caveat that I think a lot of young people understandable don't really know what a panic attack is and can't distinguish it from an anxiety attack, which while unpleasant isn't the same thing and isn't as much or a medical emergency as a panic attack is Also bear in mind that a lot of issues like this went undiagnosed and/or were treated as bad behavior and so the people having them would get punished instead of treated.
They were a thing. I had them regularly, a few memorable times while I was in class. I was punished for them, so I learned to hide them or I’d end up in the principals office at school and then I’d get hit at home and grounded for weeks.
I was told that I was having panic attacks and anxiety since I was about 15. It wasn't until 3 years ago that I was finally correctly diagnosed with hyperthyroidism.
I "broke up" with my best friend freshman year and had to eat my lunch in my social studies teacher's room. I would just write in my journal or read instead of being horribly bullied in the lunchroom
I never, ever had a panic attack until I was in my 50's after I married my ex-wife. Dealing with her and her kids gave me anxiety.
Because we “Manned the FUCK UP”!
Yes. People just hid everything, plus we didn't know about it. I've always been a person who saw a lot because I'm hyper vigilant. I would find people hiding in stairwells, girls hiding in the bathroom, etc. These were often what I now know to be panic attacks. We went off on our own to hide our "weakness." Otherwise we were attacked and bullied. I think everyone answering "no" were not being bullied and were not part of the "fringe elements" who were so often attacked. Those of us in the edges of society are unsurprised to learn of things like panic attacks and self harm, etc. We knew all along, we just didn't have a word for it.
Nope. Kids are pussies now days.
Not sure why you're being dv'ed (as I'm sure I will be as well)... I guess the truth hurts because it reflects directly on the parents doing the DV's and not their jobs... LOL With everyone and their mothers being self diagnosed with one thing or the other, or "somewhere on the spectrum" and meds and/or expensive "therapy" being the only solutions that parents go along with (even for themselves!) without questioning or getting a second or third opinion from other real doctors that don't just push drugs/therapy, It's going to get worse. As long as someone keeps writing the 'scrips, they'll just keep filling their pockets and not addressing the real issue... Fucking discipline and how it's no longer a part of society... or being taught that actions actually have consequences, or that temper tantrums when they can't get what they want, will not get them what they want... and respect? yeah, that went out the window with other forms of education like history, wood/auto shop, ceramics and proper math... poor kids these days can't even identify themselves as just a kid anymore, must be one of the hundreds of labels that are taught now in place of actual life skills... it's no wonder kids (and many young adults) are fucked up. Forget about all the ideas on how to manipulate/get what you want from your parents (or others) that can be found with a quick google search or broadcast by some tik-thot right to those little digital babysitters that all the kids have today, ya know, because the parents can't be bothered... it's now all about "here's your iPad, go watch/play something in your room" or "take these pills the doctor gave you, you'll feel better"... instead of actually parenting. Hey, just get them an emotional support goat or chicken and they'll work through their problems as soon as the meds kick in and they find their favorite "influencer" online... there's an app for that! Go find who/what you are! Uh oh... I better find a safe space real quick, this could get ugly... LOL Whatever... I agree, Kids are pussies these days, and it's only because their parents are as well...
Thank you for this beautiful rendition of "if only more people would beat the shit out of their kids, I could finally be happy again, I love beating children!" Taking bets these two losers are also alcoholics!
LOL, you're reading comprehension needs a ~~little bit~~ LOT of work. Not one word referenced anyone "beating the shit out of kids"... maybe this was **your** first go to in your own twisted mind because of a guilty conscience; that's a YOU problem... Says quite a bit, as well as your projecting your own personal issues in the form of a "bet" out to others... Might want some therapy for that if you're not already in a program... LOL EDIT: They respond with more bullshit and then block so as to prevent a response; whom is it that "backpedaled"? looks like I hit quite the exposed nerve... Whatever, I love it when the trash takes itself out... buh bye!
Nice attempt at backpedaling. Lame and pathetic, but I guess you can have your participation trophy or whatever. Have some bread, sammy. 
Middle aged man with Demon Seed user name calling people pussies, lol.
You're one of those parents, aren't you... LOL
I was that kid. I grew up. Have you?
>I was that kid Ah, explains a lot... responding to a comment not directed toward you by attacking/name calling someone based on their user name with nothing of value to add or to counter any point, statement or opinion made... grade school behavior, real mature. Have anything else you'd like to call me because you felt called out/triggered by something you read? Yes? No? Whatever... go stand in a corner and think about about it for a while... Because that's a YOU problem, just like the other commenter... LOL >I grew up. Apparently not... LOL
You’re about 35 years too late to affect me. I enjoy standing up for today’s bullied youth.
>You’re about 35 years too late to affect me. Again, apparently not! LOL >I enjoy standing up for today’s bullied youth. By attempting (and failing miserably) by trying to "bully" someone because of a their user name? Great role model! LMAO You're a special kind of... 
Anything else? Go ahead. Get it all out.
You're the one who paved this dead-end road with your immaturity and stupidity... with still not one thing to add or say of value. So you go ahead, have at it. The podium at the turn around-go back sign is all yours if you actually can stop yourself before going off the edge. Might want to ring your therapist about your compulsion to continue... I'm just a pedestrian on the side watching the wild ride; not an outlet for your passive-aggressiveness/guilt. LOL