Having upthread recounted my Ikea claustrophobic panic attack, managed to go into an Ikea to buy something today. It was a bit of an emergency purchase of a z-bed thing. Was a quite time there and to start with I was Ok managed to plough my way through to the thing I wanted thinking their stuff was actually quite good. Now getting out again round all the twists and turns, I had to stop a few times a breath deeply to look at the floor and tell myself this is just psychological manipulation. I know in my mind there's no perill or danger, but something makes me want to just run to the fire doors. I think it's when you think you'r nearly out, then there's yet more nightmarish mazes to go through. Kept it together and bought th wretched thing. My very elderly father has been sleeping in armchair this last week by his partners sickbed so it's all a bit grim to start with. Hey ho, hoepfully never have to enter another ikea. Don't think I could cope next time.