Anxiety
Physical Education is a class that, every year, I always dread. Not only do I absolutely suck at sports anything to do with teamwork, but am completely and utterly useless when it comes to any physical activity- and my anxiety really does not help with the fitness testing aspect of it. However, not long ago, I learned that I can talk to someone about it, explain my problems, and they will try to help me figure something out; doing this not only saves other people time, but it greatly decreases the amount of anxiety that I will feel.
One day in grade eight, everything had started out great- I got up on the right side of the bed, I had enough time to eat breakfast for once, and it was a Friday. I was looking forward to the day, excited …show more content…
It was as if my body was betraying me- I completely knew that it was ridiculous, that there was no reason for me to be panicking about a twenty second run, and just knowing how ridiculous it was, but not being able to stop it, made me panic more. I ran into the change room, erratically gasping for breath as tears clouded my vision, and sunk to the …show more content…
I was shaking, my heart was beating faster than I ever thought it could, teats were spilling out of my eyes, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I was terrified, and I didn’t know what to do; I physically could not do the circuit at that moment. Even if the teacher had come in and said that I HAD to, that I would get a zero if I didn’t, I was not physically capable of even thinking straight, let alone running a circuit at that time.
I couldn’t tell you how long that this went on. I vaguely remember my friend sitting beside me, trying to calm me down, but I don’t remember what she was saying. My teacher, at one point, poked her head into the door of the change room and yelled out my name, telling me that it was my turn, and that just made me shake harder. I couldn’t do it. My friend went out and talked to her-I am assuming to explain what was happening- and then came back in.
A few minutes later my teacher walked back into the change room, looked at me sitting on the floor-crying, shaking, gasping for breath- and said that I could do it after the bell rang, once everyone was changing. It was as simple as that. No fuss about it, no questioning, just a simple “You can do it
Physical Education is a class that, every year, I always dread. Not only do I absolutely suck at sports anything to do with teamwork, but am completely and utterly useless when it comes to any physical activity- and my anxiety really does not help with the fitness testing aspect of it. However, not long ago, I learned that I can talk to someone about it, explain my problems, and they will try to help me figure something out; doing this not only saves other people time, but it greatly decreases the amount of anxiety that I will feel.
One day in grade eight, everything had started out great- I got up on the right side of the bed, I had enough time to eat breakfast for once, and it was a Friday. I was looking forward to the day, excited …show more content…
It was as if my body was betraying me- I completely knew that it was ridiculous, that there was no reason for me to be panicking about a twenty second run, and just knowing how ridiculous it was, but not being able to stop it, made me panic more. I ran into the change room, erratically gasping for breath as tears clouded my vision, and sunk to the …show more content…
I was shaking, my heart was beating faster than I ever thought it could, teats were spilling out of my eyes, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I was terrified, and I didn’t know what to do; I physically could not do the circuit at that moment. Even if the teacher had come in and said that I HAD to, that I would get a zero if I didn’t, I was not physically capable of even thinking straight, let alone running a circuit at that time.
I couldn’t tell you how long that this went on. I vaguely remember my friend sitting beside me, trying to calm me down, but I don’t remember what she was saying. My teacher, at one point, poked her head into the door of the change room and yelled out my name, telling me that it was my turn, and that just made me shake harder. I couldn’t do it. My friend went out and talked to her-I am assuming to explain what was happening- and then came back in.
A few minutes later my teacher walked back into the change room, looked at me sitting on the floor-crying, shaking, gasping for breath- and said that I could do it after the bell rang, once everyone was changing. It was as simple as that. No fuss about it, no questioning, just a simple “You can do it