Recently I’ve begun to think about the potential root causes of my anxiety, and why it keeps coming back. In the past, several people have said to me that knowing the root causes won’t necessarily help me, and that it is better to deal with my anxiety in the here and now. I can understand that view, but I still think that knowing the root causes will help me come to terms with the anxiety a bit more, as then I’ll have a better understanding of how I ended up here.
Most of my posts on this forum have been replies to other people, and I know this may sound a bit silly but sometimes I’ve felt shy about asking for help for myself! But now I feel like I really need to think about the root causes in order to be able to move on.
There are several traumatic events in my childhood which could have contributed to my anxiety:
1) My parents getting divorced when I was about 4 or 5 years old. Although I can’t remember everything, it was a very turbulent time for my family and there were a lot of ill feelings and arguments etc. I can’t go into too much detail about this on a public forum, but sometimes I was scared and I hid myself away.
2) Both my grandfathers died when I was very young – the one on my father’s side of the family died when I was 4, and the other when I was 7. They were both only in their mid-60s and their deaths were sudden and unexpected. This meant I was exposed to the concept of death at a very early age. My grandfather on my mother’s side of the family died whilst on holiday abroad with my grandmother, which made it extra traumatic as it meant we didn’t have a chance to say goodbye to him.
3) I have Asperger’s Syndrome, but as this condition wasn’t really well known until the late 90s, I didn’t get a diagnosis until I was 16. This meant that I spent most of my childhood not knowing why I felt different to other children my age - I couldn’t understand why I found it hard to interact with others and had unusual mannerisms. (I was glad of the diagnosis as it meant I could come to terms with why I am different and that I no longer had to blame myself for my social difficulties. So I think it would have been easier for me if I had been diagnosed when I was a small child, and I would’ve been able to get more appropriate support).
4) Being badly bullied at primary school (both physically and emotionally). They picked on me because I was different and they knew I’d be too shy/scared to complain to the teacher or to stand up for myself.
The bullying was worst when I was about 8 years old, and then it got bad again when I was 11 (because in Year 6 I was placed in a class where the children on my bank of desks weren’t so nice to me). When I was 8, there was one boy in particular who was especially nasty towards me (he ended up being expelled as he was very disruptive in class).
When the bullying was bad, I remember each Sunday evening I would get feelings of dread that the weekend was about to come to an end and that I’d have to go back to school the following morning. I did enjoy learning, but the bullying made school difficult for me at that time and I used to dread it. I remember sitting in lessons in fear, worrying about whether one of the bullies would come up behind me and start violently shaking the back of my chair. During playtimes and lunch times I always tried to keep away from them. This meant I was often looking over my shoulder to see if they were nearby, and I felt on edge a lot of the time. I would try to stay with my friends whenever possible and I felt safer when I was with them, but they couldn’t be with me all the time.
Sometimes other children at primary school would talk about me and say bad things about me (eg that I was weird or stupid) as if I wasn’t there. Just because I was too shy to talk very much, that didn’t mean I couldn’t understand what people were saying about me. These comments would make me feel very hurt inside and contributed to my low self-esteem. Ironically, I did better at school than most of the people who picked on me.
Now for the questions – is it likely that these events from my childhood could have contributed to or triggered my anxiety, even though they are so far in the past? Do you think that talking to someone about these issues in depth would help me to deal with them?
My anxiety comes and goes in episodes that can last for weeks or months, and then I can go several months/years anxiety-free. I first started getting these episodes when I was 9 years old (I'm now 29). Sadly I was too scared to ask anyone for help until last year. Here’s a quick potted history of the episodes I’ve had:
9 years old – I went through a month of what I now realise was derealisation. I felt like everything was unreal and dreamlike.
10 years old – I got water in my ear when washing my hair one day, and I didn’t feel it come out again. This sparked an obsession with my hearing – I was worried that my hearing in my right ear would be permanently damaged and kept trying to check it, and I also noticed a buzzing sound in my ears which really scared me (it’s still there, but it doesn’t bother me anymore). This episode lasted a couple of months and I also felt derealised at times.
12 years old – I noticed these red pin-prick spots had started to form on my skin (mainly on my arms and legs). I was worried that it could be a sign of some serious disease, or that my whole body would end up covered in them. This obsession lasted for 2 to 3 months, and was worse than my previous episodes. I also felt very derealised and started obsessing about my heart-rate.
19 years old – I developed an obsession about solipsism (worrying that I was the only person in the world and everything/everyone else is a figment of my imagination). This episode was accompanied by severe derealisation and lasted for about 3 months before it gradually fizzled out.
23 years old – I developed an obsession about time (I was worried about whether it speeds up as you get older) and this led on to an obsession about death and dying. This was my most severe episode to date. It lasted 8 months and I had almost all of the common anxiety symptoms and also felt depressed. I had severe insomnia, heart palpitations, intrusive thoughts, severe muscle tension…you name it. I was still too embarrassed and scared to ask for help. Somehow, I still managed to cope with my job and didn't take any time off sick, even though I felt awful a lot of the time.
28 years old – Shortly after being offered a promotion at work, I accidentally left an important password on my desk before I went away on holiday. I spent several days worrying about whether someone would hack the system in my absence and I’d get the blame. I eventually emailed a colleague asking him to put the password away for me, which he did, but then my anxiety moved straight on to the theme of death and dying. At first, the obsession was about my parents getting old and dying, then it moved onto me getting older and eventually dying. Even when I got back off my holiday, the anxiety continued. I started getting thoughts like “What’s the point in anything if we all end up dying anyway?” I started to get very depressed. It got so bad that a few weeks later I found the courage to make an emergency appointment with my doctor to get help. I was prescribed citalopram and referred to a group CBT course. It worked and I felt a lot better within a few weeks.
29 years old (April this year!) – A few weeks after my withdrawal from citalopram, my anxiety came back in full force. It was the same theme as last year – ageing, death and dying. After about 6 weeks it had got so bad that I went back to the doctor’s and asked to restart my meds. This time around, I’m working through a self-help coursebook on mindfulness in addition to using my CBT techniques. I hope mindfulness will help me in the long-term.
Wow, that was a long post! Thanks if you've read this far! I do hope that one day I'll be able to fully recover from my anxiety and that it won't keep coming back again. If anyone has been through similar issues (especially the childhood issues), please let me know your thoughts and how you've dealt with it.