Little dump right here. Don't read if you don't want to.
I was at a softball game/practice a week or two ago. Before the game we had a thirty minute practice. So I'm starting to get a bit overstimulated because it's hot AF, there's another two teams on the field beside us, coaches are yelling and I can feel every gosh darn fiber of clothing on my body. Eventually my coach calls me in to bat after these two girls, so I walk into the dugout and out of flipping nowhere I get this horrible pain in my chest and have just a sense of dread fall over me. I'm the only person in this dugout. I start over thinking and there's tears pouring down my face. I literally could not breathe or talk it was so bad. I could hardly get my water bottle to get water to cool off. After like five minutes I'm able to calm tf down and I go out there to bat and practice as normal. We lost the game by two points.
So after the game I tell my dad about what happened in the dugout and say, "I think I had a panic attack" and he just goes off being like, "no you didn't. Stop being so dramatic, because it's not funny." Like...tf? I still think I had a panic attack in the dugout but he won't hear me out on any mental health issues or anything. Honestly fed up
