My children are very scared of spiders. There was a large one in the TV room this morning and having got it in a pint glass I took a few steps towards them both with maybe a bit of a suggestive look on my face. Alex went white and Ava burst into tears!
Afterwards I sat down and wondered what if anything really bothers me in the same way. I really don’t like having anything sticky on my hands. I’m not keen on a mixture of sun cream and sand on my skin but neither of those things compares to the little BLACK BIT in the stalk end of a banana. Fuck. I guess when I was about 2 my mum gave me a bit of banana with the BLACK BIT in it, it got stuck in my throat and made me gag, which I can vividly remember. The bottom 3/4" of a banana is a no go and just thinking about it makes me uncomfortable.
Men’s Grey Leather shoes. My Father’s wisdom “Never trust a man with Grey leather shoes” lodged in the young Mr .MWS. It became contorted / exaggerated somehow and now when I see a man wearing Grey leather shoes (Slip on’s particularly) I suffer full power fight or flight.
My mum had a game which involved asking a question then cutting the end off the banana. There was always either a Y shape for Yes or a dot shape for No so the question whatever it was could be answered. With hindsight, no more fanciful than the nonsense we endured each Sunday morning!
Not terribly keen on heights, specifically widths at height. I’ve got better over the last few years by pushing myself but I used to get half way up a ladder and then have to stop with my legs shaking like a shitting dog
I can empathise with your kids Ritchie. I have had Arachnophobia since I was about 6 years old.
Growing up in Straya was a nightmare (not just the spiders mind ).
It all started with being attacked by one of these…
Heights.
More than 4 or 5 steps on a ladder and im not happy.
Tall buildings (hotels / blocks of flats) with balconies can do one, can’t even look near the edge never mind over and down.
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