To the Teacher Who Didn't Know How to Handle my Panic Attack... #FinalsWeek

    I started getting panic attacks when I was in seventh grade. It was during a social studies test because I looked at the paper and didn't understand a single thing. The words started to blur and I realized I was hyperventilating. I asked my teacher if I could go take a walk and she completely understood. I took a walk, my breathing became steady, and then, I kid you not, proceeded to throw up in a random classes trash can. I know how to deal with them a little better now (I know how to keep it down lol). They are not as common as they used to be, and the last one I had was in the summer I think. On Thursday I had two. I had one in chorus, because I just had come from math which didn't go well, and I was stressing out because I was very confused. I had my science test next period and I was also stressing out about that. I probably should've went to the bathroom but instead I stayed in their and waited for it to pass, (it wasn't one of my worse ones). Then I had science. The test was so hard and I didn't even know what the questions were asking me. (Note: I study a lot, like, a lot). Towards the end of the test, I felt like a couldn't breath and started to cry, so I went up to my teacher when I was done with my test and asked to go to the bathroom. She claimed, that it was "school rules" that I couldn't leave the room during an exam even though my test was already IN HER HANDS. I stressed to her (crying) that I didn't feel good, but she still refused. By now I wasn't just upset, I was angry and my stomach started to churn. What a lot of people don't understand, is that I feel physically ill when I have a panic attack. So in the last 2 minutes of class she came up to me and said "if you're feeling that sick, I can call a teacher to escort you to the bathroom". (NO OTHER TEACHER DOES THIS IN MY SCHOOL). I said no, there was no point (no one would even get their in time). So in my next class I asked for pass to the nurse and I just broke down. The nurse was so good about it though; she let me call my mom, got me water, let me lay down, helped me steady my breathing, and made sure that I knew I could stay as long as I needed and could come back at any time. I'm so thankful that she understood how to handle this, and my panic attack passed quickly. To the other teacher that didn't know how to handle this, I do not understand how you can watch a kid struggling and make their situation ten times worse. 
Finals week  is over! Let's hope the panic attacks are too!