Is it normal to develop an irrational fear of disease and death
I've always been afraid of death and contracting deadly disease, but not any more than the next person. However, something strange has happened over the last few months...
Just in case it's of any significance to my problem, I thought I'd mention that I'm a 21 year old female. Anyways, about 3 months ago, I slept with somebody unattractive and it was unprotected (I wasn't in my right mind but yes I know, very irresponsible). For some reason, unknown even to myself, I seemed to conjure up the frightening idea in my head that he was HIV positive. I haven't had an STI test since or been near another guy, out of fear. I looked up the early symptoms of HIV but I didn't experience them. However, ever since this thought entered my head, it seems as though so much of what I read or watch on TV mentions HIV or AIDs, and I've been convinced that these seemingly frequent mentions are signs that I have the virus myself. It really frightens me and I think about it everyday. I'm going to make an appointment to get tested for STIs soon but I'm so worried.
Since this worry has arose, I have been experiencing mild headaches, usually at night. This worries me because I have always been one of those lucky people who very seldom suffers from headaches. I just think, what could be bringing them on...tumours? I have a feeling that if I asked my doctor to look into it, he'd laugh in my face. But I know tumours go undetected all the time.
Aside from that, I've also been experiencing mild chest pains on the left side, which makes me worry myself crazy that I have a heart condition or something. This ache, too, seems to appear mostly at night.
Now I go about my day worrying that I'm picking up germs (this worry is not constant, comes and goes usually) and spend my nights worrying that I'll die in my sleep (if I don't have a heart-attack before I drift off that is...)to the point where I'm afraid to sleep in case I don't wake up again. It's devastating for me - I used to love bedtime and looked forward to my dreams.
What is happening to me? A few months these troubles have been plaguing me - what has brought them on? How have I managed to turn into a hypocondriach (sp?)?
Worryingly, my brother went through something similar, and my family, including myself, just could not understand how someone can go about their life stressing so much about illnesses they most likely don't have. After a while, he went through a psychotic episode, which was horrible for everyone. He's better now, though still on meds but I sometimes wonder if I'm heading the same way.
Any advice or help appreciated, my dear fellow weirdos :)