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Case Samples for Anxiety Disorders

Case Samples for Anxiety Disorders

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Published by Aquino Samuel Jr.
Case Samples of Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, Phobic Disorder, and Agoraphobia.
Case Samples of Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, Phobic Disorder, and Agoraphobia.

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Published by: Aquino Samuel Jr. on Sep 21, 2010
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CASE 1:You can call me Susan. I work for L’Oreal as a Head Manager of the AdvertisingDepartment. I am a widow, my husband died of cerebral aneurysm after we quarreled about ourbedroom’s wallpaper. I have lived alone ever since.One day, it was dusk and I was walking my dog in the park. Suddenly I saw a shadow. Istopped and stood stiff as a rock. I stared hard and felt my heart take up a wild pace in its cage.The shadow looked menacing. I thought it was the shadow of evil incarnate. The curves look likethe sharp blades of the scimitar. The shadow stared back at me. I broke in cold sweat. I felt sowary, so suspicious to the intent of the shadow. I stared hard and…it looked like the shadow of awoman. No! It was my shadow. The realization made me more anxious. It doesn’t look like me. Igasped and realized that I was holding my breath for the entire ordeal. I gripped my dog’s chainand ran quickly back home.At home, I quickly went to the bathroom and washed my face to mesmerize myself. Thewater was cool and comforting. I let my guards down and relaxed. Then, I saw the mirror. Astranger! Evil! Her eyes we’re bursting with hatred. The lips, oh the smile, such a smile of pureand sheer malevolence. I was at the kitchen before I knew it. My head felt like a thousandhammer’s pounding it. I went to the sink and gasped. The knives! The weapons! I saw knives,spoons, forks, plates, ladles, glasses, and cups. Oh my! They’re weapons, lethal weapons in thehands of the wrong person. I could hurt someone with these. I could cut open skulls with knives,gouge eyes with the spoons, slit throats with forks… No! What am I thinking?! With all thecourage I could muster, I took all the knives, all the forks, spoons, and ladles to the basement,put them in a box, and wrapped them heavily with packing tape. I made sure no air is going toenter and no one, especially me, is going to open it. Me? Why me? Without thinking for ananswer I quickly ran back to the kitchen and took all the plates, glasses, cups, and even thechopsticks and did the same. After making sure no weapon is left in the kitchen, I locked thebasement and throw the key to the deep lake beside my house so that I wouldn’t find it.It’s been months since this experience. I’ve been wary about looking at mirrors andkeeping weapons ever since.What’s wrong with me?DIAGNOSIS: Specific Phobia: Autophobia (fear of self) w/ history of panic attackCASE 2: “Oh how I hate eyes! I hate them to the ends of my soul!” Tom tells his therapist without looking at her eyes. He is fuming with anger, his face redwith hate. Tom is a 40 year-old computer programmer. He has been known worldwide for hisNobel Prize winning AI Program that can solve logical and ethical problems. But he has evadedthe crowd.Tom tells his therapist that he has avoided eyes or at least looking at eyes for about 5years now. He doesn’t like eyes in pictures either. If ever he has picture in his room, he makessure its eyes are cutout. His child’s stuffed-toys are all eyeless now. “I don’t want anyone oranything to see me. I might do something scandalous and shameful. And besides, I’m not aworthwhile sight.” He relates to his therapist. He stays most of the time in his isolated bedroom.He remembers the day of his child’s Christening. There was crowd in their home. People’sattention makes him uneasy. He had been in his room for 8 hours now and he feels the urge topee. He has no choice but to go to the bathroom outside his room. As he stepped outside theroom, he noticed everyone staring at him.
Oh no! 
He thought. He fumbled over his zipper, hisbuttons, straightened his shirt, and fixed his hair. He had that overwhelming sense of dread.
Everyone’s disgusted with me! 
He thought. He felt nervous and noticed that he was shaking,shaking terribly. He felt lightheaded as if the world is spinning. He quickly ran back to his roomand curled at the corner of his bed and shuddered intensely. He had peed on his pants.
Ever since, he avoided anyone. He even went great lengths just to avoid his family. Heconstructed separate hallways to prevent someone from seeing him. His only solace is hiscomputer.DIAGNOSIS: Social Phobia w/ history of panic attackCASE 3:Eric, an 18-year-old college student, is taking up Bachelor of Science in Political Science atthe Yale University. His mom and dad had just divorced. Eric relates to his therapist a conditionhe is experiencing for the past 8 months.Eric loves to drink coffee. He is an avid customer of Starbucks. He remembers one daywhen he went there. He was sitting at the stool beside the counter and sipping his relaxingcoffee. When suddenly, an image crossed his mind. He stared hard at the black coffee willing theimage to reveal itself more. He gasped. He saw his mom and his dad sewn together w/ sackneedle and copper wire. There was also his little sister with them the three were embossed ontheir house’s wall as if cemented statues. Then, he mesmerized. The image was so morbid, sobloody, and so violent. Eric noticed that the cup of coffee in his hand is shaking. Most were onthe table. He put it down.
What an image 
, he thought. He was shocked by such violence, and tohis parents, sure he’s going to faint. He quickly went out and went back to school.In the middle of the class, the image recurred in Eric’s mind. He hastily ran to the CR. Hewashed his right hand. Then, he suddenly felt uneasy. Unnerving dread. Immediately he washedhis left hand and suddenly felt relaxed. He sighed, shrugged, and went out. He was walkingdown the alley when he stopped and stood stiff. He felt the dread again. Utter terror. He felt hisstomach churning. He looked back and saw a crack on the path he had stepped on. He wentback and stepped with his left foot. He felt relaxed.
Why am I doing this? 
He asked himself.At home, as he was chopping the broccolis for the salad, he cut his left index finger. Bloodspilled in the table. He felt the dread twice more intense this time. He cut his right index finger.He felt it necessary to do so. Or else he would be overwhelmed with fear.There was also another instance when he stepped on a nail with his right foot. Feeling itnecessary, he also stepped on the nail with his left. Every time something happens to the right,it must also happen to the left or else he’d fret.DIAGNOSIS: Obsessive-Compulsive DisorderCASE 4:I am Tori and driving is my life. I am married, and luckily, to a driver like me. I love himso much. We spend every Sunday afternoon driving around the town, enjoying the warmth of dusk and the fresh air of spring.We were driving last March 26, 2006 towards our mountain cabin in Montana. The windwas breezy and the warmth refreshing to the soul. My husband was driving our YellowOldsmobile. He was smiling. We were following a truck carrying huge logs. We can’t overtake,roads too narrow. I was staring at my beloved thinking,
Gosh, I’m the happiest woman in the world, and I’ve the most beautiful husband 
. When suddenly, a loud noise caught my attention. Alog, colossal log at that, fell from the truck. It was hurtling towards us. Pointing sharply at ourcar and… the log hit our car right on the windshield. It passed through carrying my husband’shead with it. A beheaded body is what I’ve got. Deafening silence. A decapitated soul is what’sleft. The next thing I knew, I was out the car, sobbing, and shaking. I felt helpless. I cannotgrasp the horror of his death.

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