Sharing Experiences III

Eating a burger doesn't necessarily seem like a challenging prospect, but that's the problem with anxiety - it's often the most trivial situations - ones that most people take for granted - that cause the biggest problems.  In fact most people don't take such things for granted because they won't ever need to... eating a burger would never be an issue. 

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As I've mentioned in previous blogs, eating out has always been a problem for me, and in summary the more 'pressure' I feel that there is on me, rational or not, the more difficult things turn out.  Two good examples of when eating out has been a nightmare include:

1) When I went for a series of meals out with one of my friends.  ONE being the operative word... Because there was nowhere to hide, it put more pressure on me and thus affected my eating.

2) A visit with a friend to a B&B in the Lake District.  This 3-night break was all but destroyed by the first breakfast.  The woman serving breakfast was very brash to say the least and after the third breakfast even made an observational comment about me not eating much.  The problem with B&Bs is that it feels like there is pressure to eat things, and the subsequent anxiety that I got from this ruined the rest of the holiday, as eating everywhere then caused problems.

I'll come onto the burger incident in a moment.  But what actually happens when I've eaten out - what sort of feelings do I experience?

Well, for a start, the anxious feelings can start days before the meal itself.  The thoughts about a meal could start months before if, for example, a Christmas meal has been organised in advance.  On the day of the meal, I basically feel very anxious, or 'close to a panic attack.' This, of course, makes you feel physically poor anyway and couple this with health anxiety and you have a concoction of... not wanting to eat much, or indeed, not being able to stomach much.  So when it came to the meal itself, my breathing was shallow (coupled with bad sinuses) and my stomach was churning, the LAST thing you feel like doing is eating.  Consequently, I've struggled through a fifth of the meal when the other person/people has/have finished, over-analysing every mouthful.  I get to a point when I can simply do no more and I give in, trying my best to hide what is left on my plate.

This sort of thing has happened numerous times, but one of the worst times was a night out I organised for my birthday in 2010.  Even though at the time I was struggling with eating out generally, I still decided to hold a big night out in Birmingham that started with... yes you guessed it, a meal at Nandos.  Usually, the bigger the crowd during a meal the better, because I can hide and people aren't focusing on me.  However, this was MY birthday, and what's more, it was a strange combination of friends who came for one reason or another - i.e. there were less 'safe' people there.

So, after weeks of dread and despair - yes, instead of excitement which of course it should be before a birthday do - the meal arrives and sure enough, I am panicking by the time the food arrives.  Everyone will have noticed, but the two things that stuck out in my mind was one person saying to my other friend (supposedly out of earshot) 'is he ok, he hasn't eaten anything,' and the person sitting next to me asking me why.  I think I said "I've been a bit ill recently" which, if classing anxiety as an illness, isn't far from the truth. 

But then it went from bad to worse.  The more people who noticed the worse I got, and then during about the fifth painfully slow chew on a piece of burger, I began to choke. It was so bad that I had to excuse myself to the toilet and phone my friend from there to come and assist me.  Unfortunately, rather than bring me water he brought me my half-glass of beer, which didn't really help...

Eventually, the choking dissipated, and in the end I actually used this incident as an excuse not to eat any more food!  Although in fairness, it wouldn't be easy for anyone if they too had choked.

But of course, the choking wouldn't have happened at all had I ate like a 'normal' person.  I remember my good friend saying that one of her friends who witnessed the incident asked whether I had some sort of eating disorder.  At first I always thought that's what it was, but of course I've since learnt it's all down to some bizarre anxiety that to this day still baffles me a bit.

I'm pleased to say I'm going through a better phase now, but I still don't look forward to eating out in certain situations.  Over the last year, the hardest meal was my birthday again, due to the fact that in my head, all eyes were on me and I couldn't 'escape.'

This incident in Birmingham frightened me.  Not just because I thought I might choke to death; not just because I thought my friends would think I was ill or strange, but also because I wondered where on earth I could go from here in future.

The message is this - anxiety can affect things that others just do without thinking, like eating.  The best - but most difficult - thing I think is to not let it get to you.  Accept that anxiety can do this and seek the appropriate help.  Make things as comfortable for yourself as possible in any situation; so when eating a meal out, I always order a separate glass of water, wear loose trousers, remember to breathe between bites, order the thing I prefer to eat the most and so on.  Every little helps.

And also get a friend ready who doesn't bring you half a beer to you when you're on the verge of asphyxiation.

Best wishes

Al