Having a brakedown gets you nowhere but A&E and to see a mental health nurse, brilliant.
I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way.
As long as I can remember I’ve hated having my ears touched and getting screamish and nauseous just over the thought of it, which is why I insisted on every possible numbing cream and spray for getting my ears pierced, having my eyes shut, making him wear two layers of gloves and being a really big baby crying and nearly passing out.
I thought it was me being unbelievably petty but turns out it is actually a phobia, jesus, there’s a phobia for everything it’s crazy!
Reading a really old txt from someone who meant the world to you with tears falling down your face but wearing a smile.