I am 34 years old, and in my first semester of college. My diagnosis is bad enough that I am on veteran's disability for it, and thus am in a vocational rehabilitation program. 

The very nature of said program is wrapped around my disability, integrated with therapy, and I have APPROVED and DOCUMENTED accommodations, pursuant to the ADA. 

Something unexpected can just fling me into a whole messy spiral. Well, one of my classes got a new professor today, and she sprung an activity on the class. We had to get up, speak about ourselves for 3 minutes and answer any questions asked of us by anyone. Buckle up, because we all know where this is going. 

She was going in an order in which I happened to be last. So I got to sit there for an entire hour and my internal and silent freak out got to crescendo for that whole time. I asked if I could be skipped (part of my accommodation is not having to do public presentation). She said no. I asked if I could leave the room (part of my accommodation is the seat closest to the door with the understanding that if I bolt out, then an attack is happening and I will be back). She refused that too. 

So by the time she makes me I'm freaking out. Shaking, sweating, crying, can't speak. And more is added on top because I'm doing this in front of a room full of strangers. So...yea....fuck her. 