The Crystal Hand

About two years ago I had the most bizarre experience of my life while I was working at a call center. My heart rate spontaneously increased, my vision went into full Alfred Hitchcock zoom-trick-mode, my whole body started shaking violently and uncontrollably, I started sweating, and I couldn't stop crying. I was confused, terrified, and embarrassed. Even after the anxiety attack had ended I felt like I could never face my co-workers again, so I quit my job. I got a new job and things went well for about six months and then it happened again. I didn't understand. My new job was quiet and peaceful, there were no threats. Why was this happening to me? For two years I ignored the attacks, running for a bathroom stall as soon as I could feel one coming and staying there until it had passed. My supervisor was patient, my husband was understanding, my co-workers didn't seem to even notice but I isolated myself anyway. I cut ties with the co-workers that I had become friends with and started eating lunch alone at my desk, taking breaks alone at my desk or in my car, and having absolute minimal contact with everyone. A few months ago I finally sought help when I could no longer go to the grocery store or through a drive through alone or pump my own gas. I was diagnosed with PTSD, SPTSD, General Anxiety, Social Anxiety, and Agoraphobia. Sometimes I want to scream at the top of my lungs "I'M NOT A SNOB, I JUST HAVE ANXIETY!" but I can't. I can't even tell someone in face-to-face conversation ... because my anxiety won't let me. One day I thought 'I wish I could just wear a T-Shirt that says it for me' and that idea grew into this store. Into a way to help people with disabilities say what they can't verbalize and to help the people who love them show their support and understanding. The store will never stop growing with new ideas and new messages and if you have something you want to say but can't, message me and let me design something for you.