I've experienced that at crowded stadiums and such - an unease. Not a panic or a real concern, just not calm like I might be in a diner or store that I frequent. I think that is our natural preservation response to a new situation.Today will be a beautiful day. 65 degrees, winds 8-10 mph from about the 4-5 o'clock relative to the shooting benches. I get off work at 2 pm. I have some load development work to do. So today would be the perfect day.
Except I don't want to go because I'm sure there will be other people there given the nice weather. I want to start at 50 yards and the 50 range is by far the most used range.
I am really getting to the point that I will modify my plans to avoid being around people. As I get older, this becomes more so. Problem is there's more and more people around here and the area is growing. I mostly like people on a one-on-one basis but crowds, even small ones...people I don't know...different story. It's not fear, it's just some kind of almost subconscious "get out of here."
This weekend I was in Lowe's for some items and I was going to price check some other things while I was there. Of course it was packed. Nice weather and spring on the way. I had a nearly overwhelming feeling of there's too many people in here, I've got to get out. I've got to get away from here.
It was not a panic attack, I don't ever experience that. No physical stress or anxiety at all, just a very pervasive feeling of “this is not good, I want to leave and leave right now.” It was not an unmanageable thing, I could rationally tell myself “doesn't matter, just do what you came for” but it was probably the nearest thing to claustrophobia I have ever experienced.
Ever experience that?
I think it's important to be honest with ourselves about just how far our feelings and instincts go. If our feeling is controlling our actions and preventing us from living or doing things we want to do, then it's time to get help. That is the start of a real phobia, which is more than just disliking spiders or close spaces or heights. It's a real and serious mental illness that controls a person's actions. I know a guy who won't cross tall bridges. He'll plan his trips and drive any distance necessary to avoid it. That fear of heights, a rational preservation instinct normally, has escalated to irrational levels and is controlling his life.









