Last night I had an anxiety attack in front of my boyfriend of 3 months. I knew it would happen eventually, but I've been absolutely dreading it. When it happened, he panicked at first, but once he realized what was happening he did everything he could to try to help. Eventually while I was curled up in a ball in the corner, he googled what to do and started doing the generic counting method. Once I finally calmed down he just held me, told me he loved me, and asked me a few curiosity questions about Anxiety attacks and if there was a better way to calm me down in case it happens again. I don't think I have ever loved and appreciated him more than I did in that moment. For some reason I imagined he would scoff at me (which just made the attack worse). For him to act as caring and as nurturing as he did means the world to me.