I'm Sorry to Laugh But...

fureverywhere

fureverywhere

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There is this woman from my daughter's school who's come by once before...going over IEP's and all that fun stuff. The problem is she has a panic reaction to companion animals. Okay I understand the dogs, even Sophie the chicken dog...say boo and she'll run for her life...but she's a boxer/bully/GSD mix so she looks serious.

But the cats...really? The last time she was here Chii stepped up over our heads to the fish tank. This woman took one look at this Grumpy Cat imitation and ran to the front door. We have Callie's old bed on the end of the dining room table. When she came in today there were four tuxedos curled together for warmth.

If you like cats you would have said "AWWWWW". This woman...well at least she didn't faint dead away. But no I don't think we'll be seeing her again. And the dogs were in the yard. Poor thing, but what a face seeing this nest of cats.
 

Phobias can be horrifying. Some people pass out about mustard or orange juice. I'm terrified of mice and frogs and they're so much smaller than me it makes no rational sense. My ex husband's new wife has a HUGE cat phobia & totally freaks out if one is close to her. Yeah it can seem strange to animal lovers
 
But I do understand...a centipede in the basement and I will shriek like a little girl. I'll nail the bastard because I don't want to see it again. But even a spider...eensy weensy spider...
 

I guess it is no laughing matter if you are so afraid of animals but that must have been pretty funny. To bad you didn't catch it on video. Maybe next time, that is if there is a next time.
 
I wonder where phobias come from. I was badly scratched by a cat I picked up when I was like 6. I had 15 stitches on my little arm..but I continued loving cats and dogs. Who knows.
 
I got bitten by a horse as a kid. But if money were no object and I could get Christopher Reeves out of mind...yes I could totally love a horse. I get some people's fears are worse than others.
 
I had a fear of self-service elevators as a child. I could ride in an elevator that had an attendant, but not self-service ones, even if there was another rider with me. I'd climb 10 floors before I'd ride one. Then all of a sudden in my late teens, I realized that I wasn't afraid of them any more. I don't have any idea what changed the fear.
 
But then there is the Marriot Marquis in New York. A clear glass elevator how many floors. None of my kids, even the most adventurous to the top.
 
I totally forgot about goonies, I watched Popeye all the time. Does anyone remember Creature Features? Some of those movies freaked me into adulthood.
 
fureverywhere said:
But I do understand...a centipede in the basement and I will shriek like a little girl. I'll nail the bastard because I don't want to see it again. But even a spider...eensy weensy spider...
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Both spend their lives hunting your other bugs. I only kill centipedes if they are in the bathroom because they are so quick they startle you, and the bathroom is no place for us old folk to be startled in.
 
Both spend their lives hunting your other bugs. I only kill centipedes if they are in the bathroom because they are so quick they startle you, and the bathroom is no place for us old folk to be startled in.

The spiders if they are up in the pipes high enough...hey live and let live. They can catch the flying critters. But like you say a centipede will suddenly go scuttling. I don't need a heart attack over that.
 
"Phobias can be horrifying."

Phobias are not just horrifying, they are debilitating illnesses.

Cold sweats, mortal dread, nausea, thoughts of suicide. If you see the subject of your phobia you don't scream and run, you become catatonic, or faint dead away.

I am phobic about Christmas. I have managed to control it as I grew older but it was, and is, a problem.

Once the preparations start (about October these days!) I start to get uneasy or on edge. I have to force myself to go in stores that have Christmas displays, until eventually I can't face them at all.

As it gets closer I get physically sick, in the past I've contemplated suicide, I get heair palpitations, cold seats, mortal dread (of what I don't know) and fear for my life.

Paradoxically, my faith gets me through it. I love the timeless school Nativity plays, enjoy carol services, always hang a star, but most of the physical manifestations strike me dumb.
 

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