There is no particular order to these accounts of bizarre anxiety, just as and when I’m thinking them.
Remember this guy?
This is Sinbad from Brookside. I used to LOVE Brookside RIP.
But there was one particular storyline about Sinbad that sent me into an anxiety attack that lasted for days.
There was a gas blast. And this guy was trying to save a kid, when some rubble fell on him and trapped his legs.
Next episode – they say he’s going to lose them.
Oh my goodness.
I have never experienced fear like it.
I was suddenly terrified at the turn this soap had taken. No amount of comforting would help me, nor the fact that it was fictitious. I used to cry every time I thought about it. And the story line between him getting trapped and them actually getting him out seemed to last so so long to my tiny worried mind.
I went to sleep crying about it, woke up and worried for him.
The anxiety started off purely for Sinbad – how would be still be a window cleaner with his legs gone?!?!?
Then it morphed into the unfairness of the world – he was trying to save a child!!!!
Then finally, it landed at my feet as – this could happen to me and I would not be able to cope. I mean, I’m freaking out about some imaginary tale!
So I started to obsess about life without legs and started to prepare myself for how I would cope. What sports I could get into, what hobbies I could still do.
I mean, I find it so laughable now, but it was terrifying at the time.
And then all of a sudden, when Sinbad was freed, so was I. It all evaporated. When he didn’t have to worry about it, neither did I.