There has been something swirling round in my head for a
while now, so where better to let it out than here? So here we go:
Phobias. There are
thousands of phobias in the world. Some
of them are commonly known such as claustrophobia or arachnophobia; others not
so, like Bambakomallophobia
(fear of cotton wool) or climacophobia (fear of stairs).
I have previously talked about my phobias
when it comes to stairs on this blog.
For those that haven’t read: I get dizzy when coming down stairs and
have to hold on to the handrail. If
there is no hand rail my head starts to spin and I have practically morph
myself into the wall to get me down the stairs.
Going up, my foot has to be touching the step in front and again, have
to hold the handrail for dear life. In
short, stairs terrify me, even as little as three steps.
Whilst this phobia isn’t debilitating it
is something that I face every day as obviously it is impossible to completely
avoid staircases. My workplace has the
biggest staircase ever, go figure.
That isn’t the issue that has been
irritating me though. Here is where I am
having my little strop.
I am SICK of people laughing at me when
they see me on the stairs. I can
understand somebody the first time of seeing me asking me why I am going so
slowly (although I fail to understand why you would ask someone who is clearly
having issues with the staircase questions whilst they are still on
staircase). I don’t mind explaining the
first time because it does look odd. But
after that, there is no excuse.
It is RUDE to laugh at me, it is WHOLLY
impolite to say “Oh aren’t you funny” and it is FUCKING HORRIBLE to run down
the stairs at me on purpose when you know damn well that I am scared.
You wouldn’t do anything of those things
to someone with a better known phobia.
You wouldn’t trap a claustrophobic person into a wardrobe and you
wouldn’t throw a spider at an arachnophobic person so don’t behave that way
towards me. It isn’t something I chose
to be affected by and I can’t just “get over it” and I can’t “just try walking
down the stairs normally” (really??? Never thought of that, you fuckwit).
And……. Breath.
I feel much better after saying that. Sometimes you just have to get a little rant
on and everything feels better again.
Apologies for the swearing and not “using my words” but sometimes,
nothing but the word fuck will do.
