I don’t recall suffering from sleep disorders, or indeed having any problems with sleeping at all, as a child.
I know that I used to fidget a lot in bed, and that I had issues with noise and light. The fidgeting still exists, to a lesser extent, today, and the noise and light issues are controlled with the use of earplugs and blindfolds [not of the kinky variety, just the black-out kind]. Sleeping tablets help as well, but not every night.
I must have been seventeen[-ish] when I had my first episode of Old Hag Syndrome. There I was, happily minding my own business, enjoying the sleep that we all need, when suddenly I couldn’t breathe, felt as though I was suffocating. Or rather, being suffocated. The room was pitch black and yet I could still see the evil presence that loomed over me, choking me, wanting me dead. I couldn’t move, certainly couldn’t scream [not through lack of trying] and genuinely thought I was going to die. What didn’t help, at the time, was the sound of footsteps getting nearer and nearer my bedroom door.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. The room was still pitch black but there was no evil anymore. The footsteps had stopped. I could move. I could breathe.
Since that first time this has happened to me maybe three or four times a year. It’s happened twice since we moved here, the most recent being last night. Of course I went through the fanciable phase of alien abduction, or some other paranormal explanation. It was a few years before I discovered that it’s something many other people suffer from. That it is, indeed, now seen as a sleep disorder. That aliens aren’t experimenting on me.
Each time it happens it scares me, just as much as that first time. It’s an impending doom, a sense of evil, a lack of control on my part to do anything about it. Not being able to breathe, or move. I scream, but no one hears me. I have lesser episodes on a more regular basis, where I may just call out for someone, yet the next day nobody can claim to have heard me.
Bloody sleep paralysis.
[I may have Xanga’d about this before, but it was probably a while ago – apologies if this seems to conjure feelings of deja-vu. Deja-vu? An entirely new post, sometime – *grin*]
please God bless the sleep disorders xxx Elsabeth