I'm asthmatic and have claustrophobia. Does being asthmatic
necessarily mean you're going to suffer, also, from claustrophobia?
Maybe. I read about this in Prevention magazine. It seems that recent
studies show that there is a striking connection between asthma and
psychological problems, i.e. depression and anxiety. If you've ever been
in a situation where you have not been able to breath
, it's not hard
then for the mind to extrapolate, "small place, no air." In the last
year or so I've, unfortunately, had some anxiety attacks brought about
by asthma. For example, during our trip to Russia I acquired some bug.
When we returned, I was sick for a good 6 weeks with coughing, sinus
problems etc. So the coughing exacerbates the asthma. I'm going to my
allergist, taking all kinds of stuff and still having trouble breathing.
One night I wake up in a sweat and am gasping for air.
I tried
not to panic. I was able to slow my breathing down and work my way out
of it. But it was scary as hell. I can not imagine what it would be
like to have a fully blown panic attack. But, back to asthma and
claustrophobia. I've tried to overcome the phobia. A few years ago
while in Rome (oh, another vacation dropper), we decided to go to the
top of St. Peter's Basilica. Now, if you've ever been in these old
churches, you can only surmise that the people who built them must have
been 5'5" and 150 pounds because all of the walkways are very narrow and
low. I decided to give it a try (my mantra is that if God put it on
this earth, I want to see it). It was July and peak tourist season. As
we begin to ascend, you're walking in a spiral. So, you really only
see the people's butts in front of you. There are 100's of people in
front of me and 100's behind me.
No escape! My dear, dear
husband. How I love him so. But what does he say? "This can't be very
good for your claustrophobia". Screenplay: Wife reaches back and
strangles husband. Life: "I love you too dear". As you get closer to
the top of the dome, you are now bending to the right because the
staircase mimics the dome. Help!!! Luckily, every so many steps there
was a small slit of a window. I would stick my head out of the window,
take a deep breath, and continue. I made it to the top!
Congratulations! Now to go back down... Over the years I've climbed
into the Great Pyramid of Giza, gone underground in the Valley of the
Kings, gone into caves in Borneo (big ones), and had a Cat Scan. I can
fight it but I can't defeat it.
For the last 5 years I've been
getting allergy injections. My asthma is almost, ALMOST, under control.
And I've actually gotten better about being in small places But, any
movie or TV show that has a person locked in a room, a room with no
window, or, God forbid, watch Kill Bill, forget it. I can't
watch. If a terrorist wanted info from me, just threaten to put me in a
small cell with no window and withhold my rescue inhaler... I'll talk,
I'll talk!!!!! Oh, and no, no scuba diving. Enveloped by water and
breathing through a small tube? I don't think so...
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