Snails. Fucking disgusting. Fish are veeeery edgy too, always found them completely weird to look at.

But fish are also often dead when you see them, so maybe in general dead animals with their eyes and all.

Also blood, not the liquid, but having something in your veins, in the most intimate part of your body. I often nearly collabse, it gets better with every time, for example the second covid suringe was way better, still traumatic.

No clue if there’s a name for it, but I recoil in disgust from long loose strands of hair. Absolutely hate it when I accidentally get some on me from my sister or mom and feel it wrap around my fingers or something.

Stairs and inclines, like steep hills and tiered seating. We can’t sit in the cheap seats at sporting events because I constantly feel like I’m going to fall and I get anxiety attacks. Stairs and escalators are bad too, but I’ve gotten much better with those over the years (can’t exactly avoid them in most cases).

I have a 2 story house with a basement, and even going downstairs in my own home can sometimes be hard.

I can’t handle weirs or locks or bridges. I know rationally that it’s just sand and water and some structure, but I can’t stand being near them. Even just thinking about it makes me anxious.

Apparently I have the phobia of not creating a better/optimal world for my son.

Like… I’m seeing a psychologist right now, and I’m on antidepressants, because I dangerously flirted with a burnout. Not a burnout related to working too hard or too much, but being obsessed with having a positive social impact with my work.

And since I don’t have much impact, I was putting an enormous pressure on myself to find a way to have a greater social impact, for the sole purpose of making sure my son would have more options than I did.

Fun times.