Neen I know exactly where you are coming from. My youngest son has always been extrememly difficult, he's now 24 and it took me years to get a proper diagnosis for him. Over the years I've had everything from your a bad mum to he's got a screw loose, thrown at me (even my own mother said that).
I recognise the symptoms of the panick attacks you described too, because I got that bad I ended up being diagnosed with
Agoraphobia.
Things came to a head about eleven years ago when my second son became very ill whilst with the army. He ended up with three abcesses on his brain and after a long time in a coma came round with some brain damage. It was during his recovery that I started to recognise some of the behavioural patterns between the diagnosed second son and the youngest, the one that was just supposed to be out of control. Thats when I realised that I wasn't a bad mum and something was definately wrong with him.
Eventually after a lot of shouting at doctors (by this time he was 17) I eventually got him diagnosed with Aspergers, Tourrettes, OCD and associated conditions. A, eventual MRI scan also showed some brain damage which they think was due to lack of oxygen when he was born.
This is when everything changed. I got angry and started to fight back. I refused to lock myself or my sons away any longer. After all we all had the right to enjoy our lives don't we?
I started to get very vocal mainly with authority and used my size as a form of strength. You'll be amazed how many people back down to you when your a big lass.
One incident that really sticks in my mind is a couple of years back my youngest tried to return a game to the game shop. It was the hottest day of the year and the shopkeeper refused to refund him. With his Tourettes. although he has the tics, the only time he swears is when he's stressed. of course this particular day he was stressed and started to swear with the tics. His arms were going everywhere too but he has no control over that. Anyway the shopkeeper decided to punch him on the nose, then called the police.
When police got there my son was in a terrible state, still throwing his arms around and swearing. Five police officers very forcefully pushed him to the ground then took him to the police station. By the time I got there with a doctor, my son had a boot print on his face, a broken nose, deep cuts on his wrists from the cuffs and another boot mark on his back. On top of that of course he was petrified and in deep shock because he just didn't understand why they had done all this to him. He does wear a medical bracelet but that had been ignored.
The police showed no compassion whatsoever for his condition and charged him with a section five (swearing in a public place). Its an instant fine or court, so me being me and getting really angry insisted on it going to court, then I drew myself up to my largest size and let rip.
By the time I'd finished both the shopkeeper and the police officer were charged with assault. My son got an apology from the police and an Xbox plus games from the game shop. The court were horrified when they saw the CCTV footage and the way the police had behaved and ordered an immediate inquiry.
The upshot of all that is I've realised that life is always going to be a fight for my youngest and as long as I'm around I'll always be fighting his corner too, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let anyone ever again make me or him feel like we are scum or lesser people again, nor am I ever going to hide again.
If I was you I would see if your doctor and sort you some councelling because you need to have your head in the right place to look after your lovely son.
With regards to the weight loss side of things you will always find lots of lovely friends here too.
Hope things get better for you soon.
xxx