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Does anyone else here suffer from hypochondria -- aka hypochondriasis or health

anxiety? I have struggled with this pernicious anxiety disorder for most of my

life. It really kicked in once I moved away from home to college. I have tried

to analyze it, understand it, shock it, ignore it -- but it has always come back

as I turn every little pain or twitch into a potential deadly disease, then

panic about it until I can eventually receive temporary solace, usually in the

form of a doctor's reassurance. But this solace is always short-lived. Another

panic always awaits. I will think I've got it all figured out, then -- boom.

We children of Borderlines are especially at risk for all types of anxiety but

this type in particular because often our BPD parents were hyper-vigilant about

our bodies and over-dramatized anything that went " wrong " with our bodies. It

was always as if our sicknesses were our FAULT, and they were angry at us for

being sick, because our being sick freaked THEM out so much, and how dare we

give them so much pain?? Also, health anxiety is all about control, and our

terror around uncertainty, and our sense that we need (but lack) permission to

do anything -- such as thrive or even live.

We are always waiting on tenterhooks for the " bad diagnosis, " the attack, the

screaming, the doom.

Can anyone else out there relate?

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I'm sorry. Being fearful for your health must be exhausting. Have you spoken to

anyone (a professional) about this? Anxiety disorders seem to be quite common

nowadays. I visit heart disease forums and many of the people there admit they

have anxiety issues. Every little heart hiccup or pain makes them fear for their

life.

I'm afraid I tend to go to the other extreme and deny any health problems I

might have. It's gotten me into trouble a few times. But my nada is so obsessed

with her health, insists she's had cancer 5 times when she hasn't; insists her

heart is in terrible shape when all the doctors tell her it's fine. The list

goes on and on. She keeps looking for trouble because she wants attention. She

loves going to ER, smiles and talks a mile a minute. Because of that, I try to

avoid being like her and I ignore all the weird things that happen in my body. I

don't go to the doctor when I should.

All I know is the hypo. anxiety can leave you feeling trapped in the house,

afraid of every germ or potential accident that might happen. I wish I knew of

some way to control that feeling. If you haven't seen a doctor, it might be

time. It's bad enough to grow up with a BPD parent. You don't need this as well.

>

> Does anyone else here suffer from hypochondria -- aka hypochondriasis or

health anxiety? I have struggled with this pernicious anxiety disorder for most

of my life. It really kicked in once I moved away from home to college. I have

tried to analyze it, understand it, shock it, ignore it -- but it has always

come back as I turn every little pain or twitch into a potential deadly disease,

then panic about it until I can eventually receive temporary solace, usually in

the form of a doctor's reassurance. But this solace is always short-lived.

Another panic always awaits. I will think I've got it all figured out, then --

boom.

>

> We children of Borderlines are especially at risk for all types of anxiety but

this type in particular because often our BPD parents were hyper-vigilant about

our bodies and over-dramatized anything that went " wrong " with our bodies. It

was always as if our sicknesses were our FAULT, and they were angry at us for

being sick, because our being sick freaked THEM out so much, and how dare we

give them so much pain?? Also, health anxiety is all about control, and our

terror around uncertainty, and our sense that we need (but lack) permission to

do anything -- such as thrive or even live.

>

> We are always waiting on tenterhooks for the " bad diagnosis, " the attack, the

screaming, the doom.

>

> Can anyone else out there relate?

>

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I'm sorry. Being fearful for your health must be exhausting. Have you spoken to

anyone (a professional) about this? Anxiety disorders seem to be quite common

nowadays. I visit heart disease forums and many of the people there admit they

have anxiety issues. Every little heart hiccup or pain makes them fear for their

life.

I'm afraid I tend to go to the other extreme and deny any health problems I

might have. It's gotten me into trouble a few times. But my nada is so obsessed

with her health, insists she's had cancer 5 times when she hasn't; insists her

heart is in terrible shape when all the doctors tell her it's fine. The list

goes on and on. She keeps looking for trouble because she wants attention. She

loves going to ER, smiles and talks a mile a minute. Because of that, I try to

avoid being like her and I ignore all the weird things that happen in my body. I

don't go to the doctor when I should.

All I know is the hypo. anxiety can leave you feeling trapped in the house,

afraid of every germ or potential accident that might happen. I wish I knew of

some way to control that feeling. If you haven't seen a doctor, it might be

time. It's bad enough to grow up with a BPD parent. You don't need this as well.

>

> Does anyone else here suffer from hypochondria -- aka hypochondriasis or

health anxiety? I have struggled with this pernicious anxiety disorder for most

of my life. It really kicked in once I moved away from home to college. I have

tried to analyze it, understand it, shock it, ignore it -- but it has always

come back as I turn every little pain or twitch into a potential deadly disease,

then panic about it until I can eventually receive temporary solace, usually in

the form of a doctor's reassurance. But this solace is always short-lived.

Another panic always awaits. I will think I've got it all figured out, then --

boom.

>

> We children of Borderlines are especially at risk for all types of anxiety but

this type in particular because often our BPD parents were hyper-vigilant about

our bodies and over-dramatized anything that went " wrong " with our bodies. It

was always as if our sicknesses were our FAULT, and they were angry at us for

being sick, because our being sick freaked THEM out so much, and how dare we

give them so much pain?? Also, health anxiety is all about control, and our

terror around uncertainty, and our sense that we need (but lack) permission to

do anything -- such as thrive or even live.

>

> We are always waiting on tenterhooks for the " bad diagnosis, " the attack, the

screaming, the doom.

>

> Can anyone else out there relate?

>

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Really spot-on analogy for my own situation, Sunspot.

My Sister and I were the pop-up Bobo clowns that were knocked over again and

again (emotionally and sometimes physically also) but expected to bounce back up

smiling, and never express any needs or feelings of our own.

And like your situation, Sister and I learned to avoid telling our nada if we

were really feeling sick or had gotten hurt, because instead of being comforted

we'd get screamed at for being stupid or clumsy and then tended to with

resentment and criticism. Neither Sister nor I ever developed that sense that

we needed to take good care of ourselves physically and go see a doctor if

something was wrong, because we learned to ignore signs and symptoms that

something was off-kilter with our bodies. We're both better at this now in

middle-age, thank goodness.

Both extremes are unhealthy: neglecting self-care/avoiding medical

checkups/ignoring real symptoms at one end, and being frantic with anxiety

fearfulness over one's health at the other end. I can see how both ends of the

spectrum could originate in the abnormal, sub-standard parenting we received at

the hands of our personality-disordered parents.

And I agree that when the child's primary caregiver is both her tormentor AND

her rescuer (back and forth, back and forth) that can be a particularly

crazy-making, no-win situation for the child; it can even result in

Stockholm-syndrome like intense but sick bonding between the child and the

mentally ill parent (I was very enmeshed with my parents until my mid thirties

and I think it was due to this exact kind of treatment.)

All this is why I keep hoping that emotional abuse will eventually be considered

as damaging and reprehensible as the physical abuse and sexual abuse of children

is, and that children can be rescued from situations where they are being

treated like Bobo dolls and emotionally tortured by their " caregivers. "

-Annie

>

> Kos, balance, and health

>

> I watched my neighbors little son, showing off a new toy. He was so

> proud of the kid - sized, inflatable bobo clown, ( the kind with a round,

> weighted bottom, that automatically return to upright after being hit, or

> kicked,) placing it in the front yard so that all of his friends could see

> him practice his karate moves on it.

>

> As KOs, it is terribly difficult for us to find our balance. I have a

> mental image of us, as children, as being perceived as " bobo dolls " by our

> BPD/NPD family members. Just like these inflatable toys, we had to allow

> ourselves to be " worked out on, " physically and emotionally, never appear

> to take it personally, and just bob back up-right, smiling.

>

> Over time, like the blow-up toy, we too become deflated, loose our

> balance, and require re-inflation. At this point, Nada either relegates us

> to the back of the closet for a while, or whines and complains how horrible

> we are for deflating, or pants, sweats, and swears she is either grieving

> herself to death over our deflation, or having a heart-attack from all of

> the exertion of " working out " on us.

>

> Or, when they really screw with our heads, they re-inflate us with

> praise, gifts, and outings, which sets us up for a whole weird

> sado-masochistic relationship with our character-disordered care-giver.

>

> Is it any wonder we are often unsure how we feel, whether or not we are

> having an anxiety attack - a heart attack - or indigestion?

>

> We were simultaneously hyper-sensitized to the threat of a BPD passions

> and attacks, *and* forced to over-ride our inborn fight-or-flight instinct.

>

> We were frozen like a deer in the head-lights by the knowledge that we

> could not, because we were children, escape the carnage of BPD rage, or

> projection.

>

> This is, what I believe to be the most cruel, and morally reprehensible

> aspect of the character disordered primary care-giver - as their

> children, *we are forced to collude against ourselves, in order to survive

> our childhoods* - we become so adept at dodging or attempting to

> second-guess what role they need us to play, that we lose ourselves in the

> charade.

>

> As adults, we find that our inner balance, and internal compass have

> become skewed and lopsided. We do not trust ourselves.

>

> Because of my FOO tendency to hi-jack or project weirdness around

> illness, and injury. (My Nadas bullying behaviors, phone-calls, etc., to

> one of *my *health providers became so extreme, that they *dropped* me as a

> client!) I sometimes, to my own detriment, tend to down play my own health

> issues and injuries, externally.

>

> These issues can truly be life threatening for us. They hi-jack our

> sense of safety and well-being, rob us of internal peace and respite, and

> wear us out physically, spiritually and emotionally.

>

> Healing is the heros' journey.

>

> May we all find the strength, courage, and beloved guidance we need to

> find our way, to really hear and honor our internal voice, and to heal.

>

> Warm regards, Sunspot

>

>

> > >

> > >

> >

> >

> >

>

>

>

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Really spot-on analogy for my own situation, Sunspot.

My Sister and I were the pop-up Bobo clowns that were knocked over again and

again (emotionally and sometimes physically also) but expected to bounce back up

smiling, and never express any needs or feelings of our own.

And like your situation, Sister and I learned to avoid telling our nada if we

were really feeling sick or had gotten hurt, because instead of being comforted

we'd get screamed at for being stupid or clumsy and then tended to with

resentment and criticism. Neither Sister nor I ever developed that sense that

we needed to take good care of ourselves physically and go see a doctor if

something was wrong, because we learned to ignore signs and symptoms that

something was off-kilter with our bodies. We're both better at this now in

middle-age, thank goodness.

Both extremes are unhealthy: neglecting self-care/avoiding medical

checkups/ignoring real symptoms at one end, and being frantic with anxiety

fearfulness over one's health at the other end. I can see how both ends of the

spectrum could originate in the abnormal, sub-standard parenting we received at

the hands of our personality-disordered parents.

And I agree that when the child's primary caregiver is both her tormentor AND

her rescuer (back and forth, back and forth) that can be a particularly

crazy-making, no-win situation for the child; it can even result in

Stockholm-syndrome like intense but sick bonding between the child and the

mentally ill parent (I was very enmeshed with my parents until my mid thirties

and I think it was due to this exact kind of treatment.)

All this is why I keep hoping that emotional abuse will eventually be considered

as damaging and reprehensible as the physical abuse and sexual abuse of children

is, and that children can be rescued from situations where they are being

treated like Bobo dolls and emotionally tortured by their " caregivers. "

-Annie

>

> Kos, balance, and health

>

> I watched my neighbors little son, showing off a new toy. He was so

> proud of the kid - sized, inflatable bobo clown, ( the kind with a round,

> weighted bottom, that automatically return to upright after being hit, or

> kicked,) placing it in the front yard so that all of his friends could see

> him practice his karate moves on it.

>

> As KOs, it is terribly difficult for us to find our balance. I have a

> mental image of us, as children, as being perceived as " bobo dolls " by our

> BPD/NPD family members. Just like these inflatable toys, we had to allow

> ourselves to be " worked out on, " physically and emotionally, never appear

> to take it personally, and just bob back up-right, smiling.

>

> Over time, like the blow-up toy, we too become deflated, loose our

> balance, and require re-inflation. At this point, Nada either relegates us

> to the back of the closet for a while, or whines and complains how horrible

> we are for deflating, or pants, sweats, and swears she is either grieving

> herself to death over our deflation, or having a heart-attack from all of

> the exertion of " working out " on us.

>

> Or, when they really screw with our heads, they re-inflate us with

> praise, gifts, and outings, which sets us up for a whole weird

> sado-masochistic relationship with our character-disordered care-giver.

>

> Is it any wonder we are often unsure how we feel, whether or not we are

> having an anxiety attack - a heart attack - or indigestion?

>

> We were simultaneously hyper-sensitized to the threat of a BPD passions

> and attacks, *and* forced to over-ride our inborn fight-or-flight instinct.

>

> We were frozen like a deer in the head-lights by the knowledge that we

> could not, because we were children, escape the carnage of BPD rage, or

> projection.

>

> This is, what I believe to be the most cruel, and morally reprehensible

> aspect of the character disordered primary care-giver - as their

> children, *we are forced to collude against ourselves, in order to survive

> our childhoods* - we become so adept at dodging or attempting to

> second-guess what role they need us to play, that we lose ourselves in the

> charade.

>

> As adults, we find that our inner balance, and internal compass have

> become skewed and lopsided. We do not trust ourselves.

>

> Because of my FOO tendency to hi-jack or project weirdness around

> illness, and injury. (My Nadas bullying behaviors, phone-calls, etc., to

> one of *my *health providers became so extreme, that they *dropped* me as a

> client!) I sometimes, to my own detriment, tend to down play my own health

> issues and injuries, externally.

>

> These issues can truly be life threatening for us. They hi-jack our

> sense of safety and well-being, rob us of internal peace and respite, and

> wear us out physically, spiritually and emotionally.

>

> Healing is the heros' journey.

>

> May we all find the strength, courage, and beloved guidance we need to

> find our way, to really hear and honor our internal voice, and to heal.

>

> Warm regards, Sunspot

>

>

> > >

> > >

> >

> >

> >

>

>

>

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Thanks for your kind and insightful responses to my post about health-related

anxiety. I think you are exactly right in that walking on eggshells throughout

our childhoods left us virtually unable to maintain a normal sense of inner

balance or certainty. We could not trust our own bodies because we could not

trust our own caregivers -- the original people whom we were supposed to trust

with ensuring our health and happiness and safety when we were too young to

ensure such things for ourselves.

Then it just radiates outward and outward through the years like ripples in a

lake after a rock has been thrown into it.

This inability to gauge our own situations -- or really any situations -- is so

exhausting, and crazy-making, and the rest of the world does not understand it.

And yes, it does tend to make me unwilling to leave my house and participate in

" real life. " Yes, definitely to that.

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Thanks for your kind and insightful responses to my post about health-related

anxiety. I think you are exactly right in that walking on eggshells throughout

our childhoods left us virtually unable to maintain a normal sense of inner

balance or certainty. We could not trust our own bodies because we could not

trust our own caregivers -- the original people whom we were supposed to trust

with ensuring our health and happiness and safety when we were too young to

ensure such things for ourselves.

Then it just radiates outward and outward through the years like ripples in a

lake after a rock has been thrown into it.

This inability to gauge our own situations -- or really any situations -- is so

exhausting, and crazy-making, and the rest of the world does not understand it.

And yes, it does tend to make me unwilling to leave my house and participate in

" real life. " Yes, definitely to that.

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My nada is a hypochondriac. There's ALWAYS something wrong with her! However,

she is in PERFECT health..as stated by MANY doctors and numerous tests! Since

this is what I grew up with, I did not want to be this way and went the other

direction neglecting health problems when they arose. I did this to my

detriment, and one instance in particular has changed my life.

I should have gone to the hospital after a really bad car accident. Instead, I

shrugged it off saying I only had a headache. Then, when the pain came on and

red marks appeared on my back the next day, I still didn't go. 6 days after the

accident I went to see a chiropractor thinking that it was just something out of

alignment. Meanwhile, my 13 day old car was found to be only $800 shy of being

totaled; it also had a bent frame. This, my medical history, and what I was

feeling would have made any " normal " person go to the hospital, but not me.

When I told nada about what was happening/happened, she shrugged it off knowing

all the aforementioned particulars and changed the conversation to herself.

She's the ONLY ONE in the world that has health problems! Even a few weeks

later when my body and MIND stopped functioning normally and I had to stop

working (I was a workaholic before), it still didn't raise a red flag in her

mind.

Long story short, the accident caused brain damage and a plethora of other

health problems...significantly changing my life forever.

My point is...just because our nadas didn't take care of us as children, doesn't

mean that we shouldn't take care of ourselves appropriately now. It is harder

for us, but we must try! Both extremes are or can be detrimental to our health;

ignoring everything or thinking something's wrong every time the wind blows.

I share my story because I hope you please, please, please help yourself before

something terrible happens. This *accident* was just that...a freak accident.

It doesn't mean that every time you're in a car accident something like this is

going to happen to you. It also does not mean that you should ignore it if

something *off* does occur. But, how I reacted was a Conditioned response from

years of programming. Please learn from my mistake and put yourself first!!

First, over and above what you were raised with thinking is correct bc, in the

case of a BP parent, it's not!

We deserve to be Happy! Find your Happy Medium! You DESERVE it! We DESERVE to

live a NORMAL, LOVE-FILLED, FRIEND-FILLED life. IT IS OUR BIRTHRIGHT.

I wish you all the BEST!!!

GG

>

> Thanks for your kind and insightful responses to my post about health-related

anxiety. I think you are exactly right in that walking on eggshells throughout

our childhoods left us virtually unable to maintain a normal sense of inner

balance or certainty. We could not trust our own bodies because we could not

trust our own caregivers -- the original people whom we were supposed to trust

with ensuring our health and happiness and safety when we were too young to

ensure such things for ourselves.

>

> Then it just radiates outward and outward through the years like ripples in a

lake after a rock has been thrown into it.

>

> This inability to gauge our own situations -- or really any situations -- is

so exhausting, and crazy-making, and the rest of the world does not understand

it. And yes, it does tend to make me unwilling to leave my house and participate

in " real life. " Yes, definitely to that.

>

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