I am taking a week off - and my wife wants to go out of town for a few days. The last time we "vacationed" out of town was 2005, and I had such terrible anxiety attacks on the road, I needed more medication than what would allow me to drive safely. (Wife got us the rest of the way there). I travelled again in 2009 for a medical consult in a nearby town - made it okay with ativan and two travel companions. I guess I travel so rarely for work and holiday that when I do travel it's still a very very disorientating and anxiety provoking situation for me.
I'm really not looking forward to this week off. I'm stressed out and tired from a 3 month stint of stress and overtime. I want to rest - I don't want to take all that anxiety medication so I can have a dozen of the typical photo album "This is me at the...." pictures. I really don't mind at all not having any of those pictures. I find travel enthusiasts to be much like sports fans - people I avoid at parties.
I know I'm supposed to look at this as a challenge and that the "wonders of travel" will open their doors to me once I get over the anxiety. Truth be told, I was never into travel as a child or young adult. The parents were not travel bugs and they took us once per year to the next province to visit relatives on summer vacation. Aside from mother making it a stressful tension filled event, I can't recall having issues being a passenger with parents on the highway. I did have panic attacks frequently when I slept over at the homes of friends and family. Hmmmmm.... some sort of abandonment fear? Separation anxiety? When I was a boy, I used to dream I was lost on the other side of the city and I was nervously trying to make my way home. In the dream, I struggled to remember landmarks but the dream version of the city was all disorganized - so I kept wandering deeper into new and unfamiliar territory. As I got older, I actually enjoyed the dreams - because they were sort of like a fantasy adventure. I would dwell on the distorted places I would visit and recall which places in real life were the theme for that particular fantasy district or area. When I travelled as a young man with friends in my 20's, I began having the attacks regularly and my avoidance of travel began. The attacks cost me a job doing "field work" requiring extensive travel. Truth be told, I can live without a job that requires extensive travel anyways!
So how do I look forward to this trip, be a "good sport" and not ruin things for my wife if I am sitting here dreading the entire experience? I can't stop thinking about it - and this feeling I anticipate having of being "stuck there" with nothing I really care to do... Most people "count the sleeps" before time off. This is ridiculous!
I wish I could change my outlook on this.
Thanks,
-Big Ben
I'm really not looking forward to this week off. I'm stressed out and tired from a 3 month stint of stress and overtime. I want to rest - I don't want to take all that anxiety medication so I can have a dozen of the typical photo album "This is me at the...." pictures. I really don't mind at all not having any of those pictures. I find travel enthusiasts to be much like sports fans - people I avoid at parties.
I know I'm supposed to look at this as a challenge and that the "wonders of travel" will open their doors to me once I get over the anxiety. Truth be told, I was never into travel as a child or young adult. The parents were not travel bugs and they took us once per year to the next province to visit relatives on summer vacation. Aside from mother making it a stressful tension filled event, I can't recall having issues being a passenger with parents on the highway. I did have panic attacks frequently when I slept over at the homes of friends and family. Hmmmmm.... some sort of abandonment fear? Separation anxiety? When I was a boy, I used to dream I was lost on the other side of the city and I was nervously trying to make my way home. In the dream, I struggled to remember landmarks but the dream version of the city was all disorganized - so I kept wandering deeper into new and unfamiliar territory. As I got older, I actually enjoyed the dreams - because they were sort of like a fantasy adventure. I would dwell on the distorted places I would visit and recall which places in real life were the theme for that particular fantasy district or area. When I travelled as a young man with friends in my 20's, I began having the attacks regularly and my avoidance of travel began. The attacks cost me a job doing "field work" requiring extensive travel. Truth be told, I can live without a job that requires extensive travel anyways!
So how do I look forward to this trip, be a "good sport" and not ruin things for my wife if I am sitting here dreading the entire experience? I can't stop thinking about it - and this feeling I anticipate having of being "stuck there" with nothing I really care to do... Most people "count the sleeps" before time off. This is ridiculous!
I wish I could change my outlook on this.
Thanks,
-Big Ben