Phobias are fears we learn in childhood.
When I was 3, I went to bed and on the way – I paused to kiss my dolly in her carriage goodnight.
But the doll wasn’t alone. There was a large spider on her face.
unsure of what it was, I called for my Mom.
I starred it and then I heard my Moms step in the hall and she stopped behind me.
then gasped in fear
I turned to look at her
then back to the now running thing that disappeared
no way was I going to bed in a room with a thing that scared my Mom.
my Dad searched for a long time, unsuccessful and yet unable to convince me it was a harmless garden bug.
Making a last plea I said “just check under my pillow.”
sure enough; eh?
I am sure that I slept on the couch for a week.
Since I became fully agoraphobic in August 2010, my relationship with spiders has changed a lot. they are an astonishing species that borders on extremophile.
My Mom just came all upset at me because the vacuum cleaner is downstairs and there was a huge spider on the ceiling.
the most feared place for the frigging things to be, seriously eh!
I took the broom that my Mom feared wasn’t firm enough
when I saw the blurry thing I was suddenly glad to not be wearing my glasses
with an upward stroke, I flipped that thing off the ceiling and onto the underside of the broom.
the spider did a daring web leap, but I was faster and made it bounce off the wooden chair
where slippers with rubber soles make quick work of the stunned
they are a rather delicate species who doesn’t take the bumps and jostles well.
being xenophobic is natural. Mine was expressed by my fear of what I called
The Three S’ – spiders, snakes and sharks
call it limb bias
in any case
I have learned that there is only 1 species to fear
the one I belong to and no longer anthropomorphize
homo = same
there are no subspecies.
racism is stupid and how the uneducated express their xenophobia