Last year we cancelled our holiday because I could not handle it.
This year I booked a holiday in the Lakes. 3 hrs from where we live. Not brave enough to do a plane trip.
The week before my hols I went to see my councellor/osteopath/NLP bloke ( I know - overload!). I was really concerned I would not handle the journey and have a miserable week feeling ill and ruin it for my partner and little boy.
The day before we went on hols I cried and had a row with my partner and had a dodgy bottom The morning of the hols I got into the car ok but had a panic attack when we hit a traffic jam. But I tried to immerse myself day-dreaming to stop focuing on my attacks.
Was ok on hols. Managed to eat out. No emergency runs for the loo ! Hurrah! Got myself in a stew on the Tues cos I had tummy ache - but I was eating more carbs than I am used to and that was probably the cause.
We did manage several long trips but mainly stuck to playing on the boat cos' my little boy decided boats are brilliant.
Coming home I felt ropey but we didn't stop.
I am annoyed with myself for nit-picking at the problems. Why do I do that when I knew it wasn't going to be a breeze? When in fact I should give myself a little pat on the back for doing it and also loving being there. It was brilliant. And I nearly cried on the last night as I didn't want to come home. My 2 yr old boy thought it was the bestest week ever - so I might have to go away on hols again.
Does it get easier the more you do it?