Just hearing those statistics about the prevalence of panic disorders and anxiety helps to relieve the feeling of being a freak or all alone in the world of anxiety and panic. My sister (oldest of 5 of us) died in an accident when I was 8, and I believe that is the point in which my worry and anxiety began to simmer. Growing up with an alcoholic father, and not knowing whether he was going to make it home (and feeling my mother's anxiety and anger) helped to turn the heat up a little more. Further issues with my father's drinking and my addictive personality took me on an interesting course of learning by doing and having to face my feelings and problems. The major anxiety and panic attacks did not seem to surface until after I had children. Now any road trip or plane flight is an adventure in which my husband wishes for a sedative (for me or him!).