We all have some type of fear or anxiety deep down inside us. For me I have an anxiety of driving. More specifically I am afraid of doing something wrong while driving. My parents and everybody that has ever rode in a vehicle with me all say the same thing when it comes to my anxiety of driving. “I don’t see why you get nervous, you’re a good driver.” When I get comfortable driving to a certain place over and over I really don’t have any fear of it. For example driving from my house to EKU Manchester isn’t a problem because I do it multiple times a week and have done it for over a year now. Neither is driving from my house to Clay County High School to watch athletic events because I drove there numerous times throughout my senior year of high school. My education class of this semester required me to drive to Corbin to observe at three different schools. I had never drove to Corbin and I don’t know if you have ever been to Corbin but most of the streets are one way which I’m definitely not use to since I do all my driving in Manchester. We went to each school on a Thursday. Every Wednesday night I found myself lying in bed restless and worrying about tomorrow when I would have to drive to Corbin. …show more content…
I got there with ease and found myself not really worrying because my classmates kept me entertained. So the next time we were required to go to Corbin High School which was pretty close to the previous school I had been to but again because I had never been there I found myself nervously dreading the trip I would have to make. Again I drove there with my classmates and we had no problem finding the high school and getting back to Manchester. This last time we had to go to a school I thought I knew right where it was. I traveled to where I thought it was with no problem. However I went to Corbin Elementary when I was supposed to have been at Corbin Primary
A phobic disorder is marked by a persistent and irrational fear of an object or situation that presents no realistic danger. Agoraphobia is an intense, irrational fear or anxiety occasioned by the prospect of having to enter certain outdoor locations or open spaces. For example, busy streets, busy stores, tunnels, bridges, public transportation and cars. Traditionally agoraphobia was solely classified as a phobic disorder. However, due to recent studies it is now also viewed as a panic disorder. Panic disorders are characterised by recurrent attacks of overwhelming anxiety that usually occur suddenly and unexpectedly (Weiten, 1998).
When I can drive a car, I can go to places where I would like to without many restrictions. For instance, I can take a yoga class that is outside of my school; I can drive to a part-time job; I can also go on a road trip with my friends. Especially when I am in college, driving seems to be necessary since the place is ginormous and the public transportation is not as convenient as cities like Boston. Without knowing how to drive, I will reduce my enthusiasm to do many of these activities because they are troublesome to get to. Even though I need to go to different places in one day, I do not feel restrained because I can rely on my personal schedule instead of worrying about to cause trouble for others.
For example, elevators, small rooms without windows, driving in a small car at night, or restroom facilities on airplanes create anxiety. Since my anxiety is alleviated when the end result is received with the all is well outcome, I would assign this to LeDoux’s dual-pathway model of fear. I would assign my worst fear to the Cannon-Bard theory because I fear this and react profoundly. I avoid being a passenger when traveling by car. I have been involved in several car accidents in which none was my fault. As a passenger, when I see a car coming toward the car I am in or when turning left at a light, I literally freeze; consequently, my heart races, my body stiffens, at times I have fainted, and often I am in a state of absolute
Trying to figure out a new high school is always risky business, but it becomes a little terrifying when the new school is over twice the size of the old one. The name is University High, and with right under 3,000 students enrolled it could be mistaken for an actual university. After getting lost a few times more than I would like to admit, I found my way. Then, I realized that this
When I took driver?s ed. I was a little scared, but very excited at the same time. It was nice for me because they provided the class right at the school, therefore I didn?t have to pay for it. The class wasn?t very long it only lasted one quarter. I enjoyed going to class because I wanted to do good, and I liked to learn about driving. Overall I did very well I received an A, now I had to take the big test.
Do you know what it feels like to have your palms sweat, throat close up, and your fingers tremble? This is the everyday life of someone who lives with anxiety. As soon as I wake up in the morning, I hear my brain freaking out about the day ahead of me. What do I eat for breakfast? What do I do first when I get home from school? What happens if I get in a car crash on my way to school? A million thoughts at one time racing through my head. I never have the time to process all of them. Most mornings, I lay in my bed and have to take a few deep breaths to begin my hectic but not so hectic day. That’s just the beginning. It’s safe to say that I feel that I 'm an anxious person and that I have an anxiety disorder.
Exactly one month later, all of the fears that happened in the past were returning. Was I going to fail? Was I going to get the same, strict instructor? As I slide out of the car and slowly shut the door, I could only hope that the same person wouldn't be there when I attempted to take my driving test last time. With that thought running through my head, my brain was in overdrive. All the wheels were turning as fast as they possibly could.
I absolutely hate driving. It is not something that I do not like simply because it is boring but it is dangerous. It is one of the only things that I actually hate doing. I cannot figure out how people like driving. It’s frustrating, somewhat difficult and scary. Some people may like driving for various reasons such as; adrenalin rushes, having the wind blow in their hair with the windows down or even just because they feel free, but I believe that driving is a bad thing. It’s crazy that I hate driving because I used to love driving but now, I just cannot stand it.
Everything suddenly becomes unfamiliar and I’m no longer comfortable in my own skin. I’m absolutely terrified and unable to collect thoughts properly. Tormenting-thoughts shoot left and right through my brain and after each hit I find my heart beating faster by the second. My chest becomes tight and it is hard to breathe. I’m paralyzed with fear; it is impossible to find the right words to say, and I have a sudden aura of loneliness. I am having a panic attack.
Anxiety. That is certainly what I was feeling. Packing up my life, as embarrassing simple as it was, and moving over 2,000 miles across the country was certainly not what I thought I would be doing two months ago, but here I am. The plane was getting ready to land in Colorado Springs and my new life was getting ready to start. My palms were sweaty, and it wasn’t from the temperature of the plane.
When I was six years old, I hated car rides. To a six year old, a car ride was the epitome of boredom. There was nothing to do on a car ride except sit there for hours watching the trees. I would get carsick every single time I was in my mom’s Volvo. If I wasn’t sick or bored, I was waiting painfully in the backseat for the next exit ramp so my mom could turn off the road for a bathroom break. My mom would have to bribe me with candy or some other special treat just to get me in a car everyday. Some six year olds were afraid of monsters and doctor’s visits; I was afraid of the car. About ten years later something happened, a change. When I finally got my driver’s license at age sixteen, I was no longer afraid of the once dreaded car ride.
When you think of emotions you think of the classic, sadness, happiness, and madness. The one people often forget is the emotion of anxiety. Anxiety is one of the only emotions that you can have and actually not show it. Anxiety itself is very strange, depending on who you are, and how your brain works, anything can cause it . Anxiety usually follows you throughout your life but for some people, it changes as you change and grow. You aren 't the same height as you were when you were 6, you grew. There’ s a chance that the anxiety you encounter works the same way. Some classic emotions remain the same throughout your life for the most part, but anxiety as a tendency to morph.
A fear of bridges can make traveling extremely miserable for many individuals with the thought of crossing a bridge and not being in control of the situation. The majority of reported phobias are in relation to common every day objects or situations. When an individual is suffering with a phobia, they only know they have the fear, most cannot explain why, they simply know that they are fearful of the situation. Phobias can quickly disrupt the quality of life, as many individuals become so fearful of the possibility of an encounter and/or the anxiety attack that follows; they completely shut down at times.
Last year I got involved in a massive car accident. It was the most terrified part of life. It was the moment. I will never forget in my whole life. Before, I never realized how people really feel when a car accident happens.But,after this car accident I know what really it felt like. It was the moment. My mind was totally feared of driving. I was crushed by the hot metal and cold dirt of car. I was not feeling my arm,my body was numbed.It was felt like my lower body pressed down with monster force. All I could feel was the noise of car accident ringing in my ear.I was barely able to move my body. I was kept thinking. What my parents going to think about this? Where is my friend John? I looked through the window and saw the cars passing by
Wednesday, October 13, 2013 is a date I will never forget. On that day, time stopped for a moment. I was sixteen and only had my license for a month. I was so excited about having so much freedom, that I was driving every day, with no hesitation. I was invincible,or so I thought. This day changed my thinking completely. What started out as a normal day, quickly turned into one that was very different from any other. I had just gotten out of cheer practice and was on my way home. On the way, I realized that I needed gas, so I decided to go through South Carolina, since they have the lowest gas prices. It was not out of the way, so to say. It was just another rout home. It was not the first time I had taken this way, but, it was definitely the last.