Saludos amigos de #holos&Lotus y también a @charjaim , este es un temazo.
Las fobias nunca van solas, dicen los que saben, que esos miedos irracionales tienen que ver con causas más profundas.
Y según, hay que solucionar esa causa interna para que la evidente desaparezca.
A mi su solo nombre, me causa rechazo.
No las soporto ni en plástico.
Mi mamá le regaló a mi hija una de esas en plástico y yo le pregunté, ¿para que le compraste eso tan horrible? ¿Si no se acordaba que eso me daba mucho miedo,? y me dijo que era un coquito y de plástico, me costó agarrar eso, y lo saqué con la basura.
En octubre, que los comerciantes adoptaron esa costumbre que no es de aquí, desde hace algunos años, yo no entro a esas tiendas que siguen esas costumbres. Eso atrae cosas negativas, que no son de mi gusto.
Una decoración con esas cosas!!
Un amigo que también tiene esa terrible fobia, me contó que en Caracas le pasó, que de un árbol le cayó una en el parabrisas, y casi que se muere del susto.
Yo pensaba que ningún hombre le tenía fobia a cucarachas o a esos horribles insectos. Y si conozco varios.
El iba hacia Maracay y se bajó con cuidado porque tenía miedo que todavía estuviera escondida en el carro.
A mí me pasó lo mismo, pasé cerca de una zona montañosa, debajo de un árbol, y me cayó en el parabrisas, yo no podía parar de gritar, y asusté a mi hija de dos años, gritábamos las dos, ella no sabía porque lloraba, pero lo hacía porque mis gritos la asustaban.
Al llegar al estacionamiento, el vigilante no entendía que pasaba, no me podía escuchar porque yo no abría las ventanas y de paso él era medio sordo.
Cuando mi mamá le logró explicar, abriendo un poquitito la ventana, revisó todo el carro y no había nada , y nos bajamos. Yo en una sola carrera y el vigilante cerró el carro.
Del sitio donde cayó el insecto, al estacionamiento, hay cinco cuadras.
Es horrible ver una cosa de esas enfrente de uno, a pocos centímetros.
Como nunca las fobias van solas, también le tengo adversion a las multitudes, las aglomeraciones no me gustan, les huyo.
Una vez en Caracas me pasó, que iba mucha gente atravesando una calle, íbamos al Sambil, y yo le digo a mi hija, es una marcha vámonos. Y ella no mamá, están atravesando, es normal.
Y yo no, es una marcha, y salí en carrera, yo no sé cómo hice, no me perdí y salí de Caracas por Baruta, solo me calmé cuando estábamos en la autopista.
Cuando recuerdo eso, sigo pensando que era demasiada gente para ser normal.
Las cosas no son lo que son, son como somos, son como las percibimos.
Cada quien con sus memorias percibe las cosas de una manera o de otra.
Hay que calmarse , observar la conducta de los demás y evitar dejarse llevar por conductas irracionales.
Cuando las torres gemelas de New York, implosionaron, yo no pude seguir trabajando, me tuve que ir .
El miedo me iba a matar, yo trabajaba cerca de una base militar, y cada vez que escuchaba un avión me iba a dar algo, así que me excuse y me fuí.
Me tuve que convencer a mi misma que eso fue lejos y que no me iba a pasar nada de eso.
Ya en el trabajo me lo habían dicho, pero el pánico no me dejaba, pasaba solo por dónde no hubieran edificios, y si había pasaba rápido antes de que apareciese un avión.
Años después se conoció que las tumbaron con explosivos, no hubo ningún avión que hiciera eso.
En el año 2003, iba por la autopista, el pavimento estaba mojado porque estaba lloviznando y se me atravesó un perro, yo frené de golpe y me colee.
A raíz de eso tuve amazofobia, nunca dejé de manejar, dejé si de venir a la casa al mediodía y no pude volver a manejar por la autopista.
Iba a Caracas o a Valencia, por la carretera vieja.
Y manejaba a 30 km/hora. Mi hijo me daba patadas por la cabeza para que me apurara. Yo andaba feliz, cuando había mucho tráfico, así no tenía que aumentar la velocidad.
Despues supe que a mucha gente le da eso, miedo a conducir en la autopista.
Mi vecina me veía llegar en el carro y me preguntaba si se me había pasado el miedo, porque a ella también le dió, y yo no, todavía . Ella vendió el carro, sale con los hijos o el esposo. No lo logro.
Yo prefería manejar yo, si me daba el miedo me estacionaba un rato y luego seguía, si iba de pasajera tenía que tragarme mi miedo .
Fue difícil vivir con ese miedo.
Y con dos hijos que querian andar paseando en el carro, por qué estaban así acostumbrados, igual tenía que manejar.
En la actualidad, cuando me monto en un carro elijo ir atrás, adelante ando cuadrando el carro, frenando y pisando el embrague.
En conclusión, el trabajo con las fobias debe ser bien asistido, porque corremos el riesgo de eliminar una fobia y caer en otra. Porque el problema no es lo que produce la fobia, es cada persona individualmente.
Así como las conductas autistas , que se trabaja una y aparece una nueva.
English Version
Greetings friends of #holos&Lotus and also to @ charjaim , this is a great topic.
Phobias never go alone, those who know say that these irrational fears have to do with deeper causes.
And according to them, you have to solve that internal cause so that the obvious one disappears.
I am repulsed by their name alone.
I can't even stand them in plastic.
My mother gave my daughter one of those plastic ones and I asked her, why did you buy her such a horrible thing, if she didn't remember that it scared me a lot, and she told me it was a little pussy and made of plastic, it was hard for me to grab it, and I took it out with the garbage.
In October, the merchants adopted that custom, which is not from here, since some years ago, I don't go into those stores that follow those customs. It attracts negative things, which are not to my taste.
A decoration with those things!!!
A friend of mine who also has this terrible phobia, told me that in Caracas it happened to him, that a tree fell on his windshield, and he almost died of fright.
I thought that no man had a phobia of cockroaches or those horrible insects. And I do know several.
He was on his way to Maracay and got out carefully because he was afraid that it was still hiding in the car.
The same thing happened to me, I passed near a mountainous area, under a tree, and it fell on my windshield, I could not stop screaming, and I scared my two year old daughter, we were both screaming, she did not know why she was crying, but she did it because my screams scared her.
When we arrived at the parking lot, the security guard did not understand what was going on, he could not hear me because I did not open the windows and he was half deaf.
When my mom managed to explain to him, opening the window a little bit, he checked the whole car and there was nothing, and we got out. I ran and the security guard closed the car.
From the place where the insect fell, to the parking lot, it is five blocks.
It is horrible to see one of those things in front of you, just a few centimeters away.
As phobias never go alone, I also have an aversion to crowds, I don't like agglomerations, I run away from them.
Once in Caracas it happened to me that many people were crossing a street, we were going to the Sambil, and I told my daughter, it's a march, let's go. And she said no mom, they are crossing the street, it's normal.
And I didn't, it's a march, and I left on the run, I don't know how I did it, I didn't get lost and I left Caracas through Baruta, I only calmed down when we were on the highway.
When I remember that, I still think it was too many people to be normal.
Things are not what they are, they are how we are, they are how we perceive them.
Everyone with their own memories perceives things in one way or another.
You have to calm down, observe the behavior of others and avoid getting carried away by irrational behavior.
When the twin towers in New York imploded, I could not continue working, I had to leave.
I worked near a military base, and every time I heard an airplane I was going to get something, so I excused myself and left.
I had to convince myself that it was far away and that nothing like that was going to happen to me.
I had already been told this at work, but panic did not let me, I would only pass by where there were no buildings, and if there were, I would pass quickly before an airplane appeared.
Years later it was known that they were knocked down with explosives, there was no plane that did that.
In 2003, I was driving on the freeway, the pavement was wet because it was drizzling and a dog ran into me, I braked suddenly and crashed.
As a result of that I had amazo-phobia, I never stopped driving, I stopped coming home at noon and I could not drive on the highway again.
I would go to Caracas or Valencia, on the old highway.
And I would drive at 30 km/hour. My son was kicking me in the head to make me hurry up. I was happy, when there was a lot of traffic, so I didn't have to speed up.
Later I learned that many people are afraid of driving on the freeway.
My neighbor would see me arrive in the car and ask me if I had gotten over my fear, because she got it too, and I haven't, not yet. She sold the car, she goes out with the kids or the husband. I didn't make it.
I preferred to drive myself, if I got scared I would park for a while and then go on, if I was a passenger I had to swallow my fear.
It was hard to live with that fear.
And with two children who wanted to ride in the car, because they were so used to it, I still had to drive.
Nowadays, when I get into a car I choose to ride in the back, in the front, I go around squaring the car, braking and stepping on the clutch.
In conclusion, the work with phobias must be well assisted, because we run the risk of eliminating one phobia and falling into another. Because the problem is not what produces the phobia, it is each person individually.
As well as autistic behaviors, that one is worked and a new one appears.