Hi everyone,

I'm brand-spanking new here, so a little intro. I've been married 13 years to my high school sweetheart, and we have 2 children. My husband has had issues with anxiety ever since we were dating (though we didn't know what it was) and had his first full-blown panic attack in '94. He's been to different therapists and tried a variety of medications over the years, but it's gotten worse. He no longer travels anywhere outside a 2-3 mile radius of our house, and even then certain areas are still off-limits. He doesn't drive alone, and only occasionally drives when I'm in the car. He works from home now, and is finally seeing a decent therapist along with a fantastic GP.

Here's where I am. I love and support him, and I'm not going anywhere. But I'm reaching the breaking point. I do just about everything outside the house--groceries, appointments, car maintenance, Scouts--you name it. I take our children to everything by myself, and the pity from other parents is getting a little old. I just want to have a normal life with my husband and not have to automatically question, "How far is it? What time of day is it being held? What if he didn't get a good night's sleep?" and on and on and on. He's missed out on so much, and we've put off so many trips and special events because we want to wait "until Dad gets better."

I've heard so often over the years that he's "getting better," but it's starting to be like the boy who cried wolf. I don't want to become cynical about it, but I'm getting there. I really need some reassurance.