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Input: Text: this was really bad, and i'm really struggling with my feelings about myself this morning.

sometimes i have panic attacks on airplanes.  it's very inconsistent.  usually i'm okay, but every now and then i will have a flight that doesn't go well.  i start thinking about the plane and where i am and the fact that there is no escape if i start to lose my mind, and then i start losing my mind.  i get an odd feeling in my forehead, as if my soul is trying to escape through the top of my head. it's an actual physical feeling, and i start running my hands through my hair, trying to keep everything within my head.  i have an urgent wish to run, but of course can't on a crowded plane (or even an empty plane).  sometimes i'm able to calm myself down, and sometimes i get this whoosh feeling as if the top of my head is coming off and my soul is escaping.  this whoosh feeling lasts for only a second or less -- it's pretty horrendous.  i get flushed all over.  and then, after that whoosh feeling happens, i actually feel better.  i can feel my heart beating strongly, and it slowly works itself back to normal.  i start to feel like myself again.

like i said, i lose my mind.  almost literally, i would say.

over the years, i've developed some coping mechanisms.  the most important is my anti-anxiety meds, which make me pretty loopy but certainly help.  but there are other things i can do.  i carry a lot of electronic stuff on board to distract me, and i carry magazines for the few minutes when i have to turn off the electronics.  i have an app that tells me of turbulence on my route.  if the weather is bad or if turbulence is in the area, i can take extra meds.  

well, on this last trip (a vacation with my wife), i forgot my meds on the kitchen counter.  ok, that's fine, i can do this.  the trip from raleigh to new york is uneventful.  the trip from new york to raleigh, not so much.  

it's a pretty day, there are no delayed flights indicating bad weather, i'm in a good mood, so i'm not really concerned. i sit down in seat 19c and start playing a game on my phone.  i'm aware that i don't have my meds, and that's making me a bit anxious, and then the anxiety starts feeding on itself.  ok, this is fine, i've done this before, this is a quick and easy flight.  if i start feeling bad, it won't last. don't worry about your meds.

then the pilot comes over the intercom and says "i have some good news and bad news.  the good news is that we have a short trip ahead of us.  the bad news is that it's going to be bumpy pretty much the whole way."  are you fucking kidding me?  bad news?  when does a pilot says "bad news"?  i've been on those flights, where the stewardesses have to strap in and no drinks are served.  i am not prepared for this.  a whole hour of bumping around in the sky.  a few minutes is bad enough.  omg, this should not be happening today.  i am not mentally prepared for this. my mind is not right. this is going to be that one time where i whoosh, and i don't come back.

i look over at my wife and say "i'm not feeling well."  she looks at me and she knows what's happening.  she says "do you want to get off the plane?"

really?  it's that easy?  the plane hasn't moved yet, the door is still open.  hell yes, i want to get off this plane. now. if i delay, it may be too late.  

i walk up the length of the plane and up to the two stewardesses at the door.  the door is still open.  "i'm not feeling well.  i need to get off this plane."  i look out the open door.  the sky bridge has already been retracted.  this is not going to be as easy as i hoped.

stewardess:  "are you feeling nauseous?"

"yes, i'm feeling nauseous.  i don't have my meds."

the pilot comes out and it's all chaos.  the stewardesses are explaining to him what's happening.  they are yelling out the door to the maintenance crew to bring the sky bridge back.  it's only a three-foot gap.  "i could jump it," i say, but the stewardesses shake their heads.  "no, absolutely not."  finally, the sky bridge is in place, and i am escorted out of the plane and back into the airport and to the ticket counter.

ok, fine.  some chaos at the end, but i'm off the plane.  except here comes the pilot.  he's getting *off the plane* to come talk to me.  holy shit.  i can barely comprehend what's happening.  "what's going on with you?" he asks.  i told him i get panic attacks, and that when he said that part about the bad news, i didn't feel like i could handle the flight.  "oh, i have to say that," he says, "but it's not going to be that bad."  we keep talking, it's like he has all the time in the world, but it's clear he wants me back on the plane.  he offers to switch my seats, he tells me that there are no more seats available on any other flights tonight, that my wife might have to get off the plane.  what he doesn't understand is that all this crazy attention makes it almost impossible for me to get back on the plane.  all the attention, the people staring at me, would almost certainly put me back in serious panic mode. i'm off the plane. i can't get back on it.

so the pilot leaves me and gets back on the plane.  the guy at the ticket counter books me on the next flight home (the pilot lied about the lack of seats), then informs me that my wife is being escorted off the plane, and that they need to get my bag off the plane also.  in the meantime, my wife is being interrogated on the plane by airport security (and the pilot, who joins them).  she tells me later that they asked all sorts of questions about our marriage, how many children we had, etc.  what had never occurred to me was that they would think, when i got off the plane, that i might be a terrorist.

my wife said to the pilot, "what do you want me to do, i don't care, do you want off the plane, on the plane, i really don't care."  the pilot said he wasn't concerned about that, he was concerned about the safety of the passengers.  there were "inconsistencies" in my story.  around her, she says people were making rude comments about being delayed, a baby was crying, etc.  

finally, finally, she managed to convince them that she was okay, that she just needed to get home to get our children, who were being cared for by their grandmother.  the plane takes off, about an hour late.  i have a couple of drinks at the bar and get on the next flight home.

looking back, i think the "inconsistencies" were when i agreed with the stewardess that i was nauseous, and then later told the pilot that the problem was actually panic attacks.  

also, there was no turbulence on either flight back to raleigh.

**edit** actually, a more accurate title would be "tifu by taking my first hit of acid at the nc state fair." because that was the origin of my panic attacks.  30 years ago, one hit of acid, and still paying the price.

TIFU by forgetting my medication and getting mistaken for a terrorist