I am so sorry if this is a bit long but thank you to those who are patient enough to read all this :(
I’m 14yrs old and I have a really guilty conscious that is affecting my daily life. When I was 7yrs old my dad was dropping me off at my mom’s it was OK at first till I met a boy I went to school with, let’s call him Bob he invited me over to his house and I went and we became best friends. A year later I pried him into telling me one of his secrets. I didn’t realize what I was doing was wrong; I just thought we were being like the people on TV at sleepover parties. When he eventually told me I promised to never tell a soul but I did 3 months later.
It was at a school carnival and these three girls who had picked on me for years approached me. That was when I had my first panic attack. I had trouble breathing and felt pretty nervous and the secret slipped. I didn’t mean to let it slip but it did, I kicked myself for it but I didn’t want Bob to know. Every time I thought of it I was short out breath and started coughing. He did find out but instantly forgave me. A few months later his little brother was throwing a tantrum and was throwing Lego everywhere and it hit Bob, I got nervous again and something started kicking my gut as a response like I would at the doctors or when someone got hurt I stopped breathing and started making slight spluttering noises that sounded like giggling. I’m still confused as to if it was a giggle or if really a panic attack was because I did feel the kicking and short of breath. But he gave me a black eye for it and we both lied saying I ran into a door knob.
Last year we went to the same high school and I began having attacks because I thought maybe I really did hurt him. I tried apologizing but he kept wanting nothing to do with me. I was really sorry! I started hearing stranger’s voices calling me names and picking on me. I felt alone like I had no one I deserved no one. I started cutting, moved in with all my mom’s new stranger bfs. My mom was always ignoring me telling me she was too busy calling me an attention seeker! My real dad called me selfish because I stopped seeing him and I fell apart.
I’m now diagnosed with anxiety. I can’t tell anyone about this story because I’m ashamed and the wounds are still fresh so I’m seeking online help hoping that no one will judge me for what I have done? Because everything I do I feel guilty I’m seeing a shrink but I can’t even tell I’m so scared of telling this? What can I do? I don’t want to lose anyone else! :(