Sometimes I feel a bit guilty, I didn't have a seriously traumatic childhood... it was actually pretty nice. I know the reasons that I have an anxiety disorder, and mostly it's because I am extremely sensitive and have been excessively self analytical since I was very young.
I also grew up isolated, only around my parents and my sister. My father was very loving and playful until I was about six, when he started getting into computers and totally stepped out of our lives mentally and emotionally. I think it was harder having him there in that state than just being gone. Around the same time, my older sister (who was also my best and only friend) started to decide she was too cool for me and started berating me and ignoring me. The loss of two out of the three only people in my life, whom I loved dearly, made me think I had done something to cause it and I have gone through the rest of my life trying to be whatever will make people like me. This is totally at war with my nature, which is to be loud and weird and outgoing. Feeling the pressure to be a "good girl", wanting to take care of everyone around me and also wanting to scream my head off and tell everyone where to put it has caused me bottle up.
When I broke down, I cut myself off from other people because I can't control my instant responses to their presence. When I'm around other people, my mind is saying, "did I say something stupid? Will she like this music? If she doesn't like it, it must be bad. Do they like me? Are they making fun of me?" and the list goes on. Where as these thoughts used to go completely unnoticed, now they cause panic attacks, even though I still rarely notice I'm thinking them in the moment.
I think this is my body's way of telling me to get my sh*t together and figure out how to stop caring so much what others think of me. Which is a lot harder than it sounds.