"If I saw someone lick a wooden spoon, I had to turn away," says the 41-year-old massage therapist from Portland, Oregon. "I'd break out into a sweat ... and I'd just get sick to my stomach. I could not even look at someone with a toothpick in their mouth." It wasn't just looking at wet wood that freaked her out. It was touching it, too. "I could not eat Popsicles to the end," Carnese explains. "As soon as I got close to the end, I would give it to my kids. I would not even own wooden utensils because I could not wash them. Not even in the dishwasher because they would still be damp when they came out."
Well, I wouldn't say I have a phobia, but I too cannot use a wooden utensil, nor eat a Popsicle all the way to the stick. I discovered in a college ceramics class that I got the same loathing to touch unglazed pottery; shiny slickly glazed pieces were a delight, but that matte, dry-potato feeling of unglazed? Eeek. A friend of mine in elementary school couldn't stand to pull apart cotton balls. People hate to fly, go to the dentist, be in a cramped and crowded room, but these things are a little more justifiably feared.
I wonder what your crazy loathings are. You don't have to leave your name, of course, but I would love to know... just to make me feel a little better about getting all sweaty and freaked out whenever I have to cross over a bridge...
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I can't stand birds flying near me, team mascots or any adult dressed in a costume to entertain children, answering the door for pizza delivery, wearing eye-shadow. There are probably more. I will think of them and add later.
OMG, I was just thinking of this on Friday. I have this irrational fear that as I reach my hand out for a door (especially one without a window) that someone is also coming at it from the other side and is going to push it open full-force and crush my fingers.
I brace for it EVERY time. I can't make myself stop.
I don't like being in crowded rooms. A few weeks ago I had a jury summons and I was in a court room with about 300 people waiting for the judge to decide who would be picked. It was horrifing! It's very hard to describe to others how I feel. I am glad I didn't get picked for the jury duty. To sit there quietly and not be able to get up or leave if I needed to was terrifying! It hit me like a ton of bricks and now I am trying to sort though this situation.
I don't know if I have any "crazy" fears, but I have plenty of crazy! I make the bed in hotel rooms; I have to leave at least one bite of food on my plate (unless it's dessert); I can't stand for the shower curtain to be open, and I can't sleep with the bedroom door open. I'm sure some crazy fear will come to mind later. And I'll be back to post it!
i can't stand to sleep under just a sheet. i need something really heavy over me . . . good news, we have just enough people for sensory integration therapy group.!
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