Hello.
This is a rant because it makes me angry. 
I had a panic attack in my band class. I’m in high school, by the way. 
So, I had a panic attack, with my heart racing, troubles breathing, crying, shaking, a lot. The day I had a panic attack:

I walked into my band class, which consists of 10 people (due to virus) and we’re all playing guitar (due to virus, no air instruments). So, this is normal for me. I have a every other day school schedule, the school is divided into cohorts to keep the halls less crowded (virus, again). And band only takes place every other, every other day. Does that make sense? Anyways, so I’ve been feeling shaky since last period. And the thing that “sets me off,” I guess, is seeing my friend leave the band room with the teacher. 

So, the teacher is taking them (my friend) out of the band room and I’m like freaking out. Like, now I’m here alone with the other people? And the other freaking people are mean and homophobic and gross and they scare me so much. They literally make fun of me, like it’s obvious, my friends confirmed it. 🙂

So, yes! I start shaking. Like a lot, too much to play guitar. My hands are literally shaking like I’m on drugs. So my teacher gets back, and he’s one of those fakes. He’s the type to be like “I’m there for you!” But then, when you’re having hmm.... I don’t know A PANIC ATTACK, he doesn’t try to help. Like, yeah, please don’t try to help, but let me leave this room because I don’t feel like having a panic attack in front of 10 other teenagers. 

So I raise my hand, which is now in the air shaking so much that it looks like it’s on purpose. He’s like “yes?” and I wave him over. And I wave and go “I’m feeling very anxious,” and that like clump or whatever in my throat starts to form, and my throat is really dry. And he’s trying to get me to stay. And I’m telling him that I need to leave, like anywhere but here. So I ask him to go to my friend, like 3 times. And he’s like “no they’re at the guidance counsellor,” and I KNOW THEY AREN’T BECAUSE I’VE BEEN MESSAGING THEM ABOUT HOW I’M ABOUT TO DIE HERE. 

He finally lets me leave, and I start crying, sobbing, and all that. I go to where my friend is NOT AT THE GUIDANCE COUNSELLOR, and I find them in a room working with 8 other kids. So, I do a big swerve and go to the bathroom. Then, the bathroom doesn’t work to calm me down. So I march into the room and fall to the floor beside the chair they’re sitting on. And then they take me to the bathroom and I’m like just kind of there, irrationally freaking out, still having a heart attack and trying to stay calm. 

Finally, my dad picks me up. He was planning to anyways. I didn’t tell him I had a panic attack until later on because I’d hate to burden him with that. And that’s that, once I got home I started trying to calm down, but it took me about 2 days to fully recuperate and “heal” from that.

My next band class is a whole other story, it’d take a long time to add that whole story, too. But maybe I’ll post it as a reply to this later.