TRIGGER WARNING: Possible Abuse, harsh language, and vomit.

Please remove if this sort of thing isn't allowed.

My husband and I had an argument about something unrelated to my anxiety and I started to think about all the bad things that have been happening to me through this past year and I started to panic. 

There was too much stimulation from the yelling and the lights in the room so I asked him to please shut off the light, he told me "I will in a second you WILL talk to me about this first!"

I tried to cover my head with a blanket and plug my ears to relax and try to tell him what was wrong but he kept yelling louder about how I need to talk to him and how I'm acting like a psychopath (my panic attack was starting and I was rocking back and forth to calm down). 

I said, with my ears still plugged, "please stop yelling and shut off the light I can talk if it all just stops." He then grabbed my blanket and yanked it off of me and kept saying how stupid I look with what I was doing. My anxiety kept getting higher and I couldn't even move at this point other than sobbing and continuously saying "please stop, please do what I asked" over and over.

So then he got up shut off the light and said "there! You fucking got what you wanted I just can't ever get any answers out of you." Then he kept saying things as he went downstairs that I couldn't make out.

I started yelling to ask him to come back and just let me decompress but he wouldn't listen (he was downstairs watching a YouTube video while I was hyperventilating upstairs). My stomach started churning and I ran into the bathroom and threw up. I kept yelling for help because I couldn't move without throwing up again and he finally came upstairs after I had emptied my stomach and kept saying "oh no baby What happened? What happened?" (Like he didn't just make me feel like crap) When I couldn't talk because I was throwing up he yelled and said I did this to myself and how he felt like I faked my anxiety. I kept saying "please stop yelling it's making it worse" so then he got in my ear and screamed "who fucking cares what it's doing?"

At this point my hair was covered in vomit and sinus fluid so I turned on the bathtub faucet and tried washing my hair. He was still yelling at me about how annoying I am  and how I deserve to be in pain (and hitting the walls and sink), so without thinking I crawled in the tub to get away from him and he started yelling at me about how I was a psychopath because "only psychopaths take baths with their clothes on" which wasn't what I was trying to do. He then yelled "if you're going to be in here then you need to get naked and shower like that" I told him "okay I will but can you please leave I don't want to get undressed with another person right now." He used the excuse "i'm your husband I've seen you naked before" and I tried to tell him I just felt vulnerable and I just needed to be by myself if I was going to do that. Instead of leaving he decided to yell "no one cares what you want" and he reached down to take off my shirt. I started screaming because it made me feel worse/more vulnerable and he started yelling at me again I finally grabbed his hands and told him "please stop. Let me do it by myself you can come back in as soon as my body is covered by the shower curtain" so he turned around, left and never came back. 

This morning he is telling me how I'm a horrible person and how I don't have the mental capacity to do anything right.