Words: Phil Orr

In the spring of 1984 I was completing my fifth year as a young English teacher. Beneath my confident classroom persona I was crumbling. I must have visited the doctor more times than I can count, complaining of various symptoms. Cancer, heart disease, multiple sclerosis- I had them all, except that I didn’t have these things of course. My imaginary ailments were soon replaced with panic attacks in which I was seized with occasional, sudden and unpredictable terror that left me shaking

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