So, I've had a lot of fear in my life. Some irrational, some rational. One of my biggest fears when I was little was the toilet. But this toilet terror was not irrational, oh no. You see, I was a rather tiny child. I'm still rather tiny now, but it was even more so when I was little. When I was 9, I weighed 40 pounds and people thought I was 4. Now imagine me when I was around kindergarten age. Yeah, I was tiny. What does my being so tiny have to do with my awful fear of toilets? Well, being so tiny made it a lot easier to fall in. And that's what happened. To quote my mum, "It swallowed you up, which is what you were afraid of".
See? Completely rational fear of toilets. Also, my friends older brother at the time had a little plastic toy toilet that transformed into a scary face, where the bowl was the mouth. So that didn't help things at all. It all sounds rather funny, but in all seriousness, I really was terrified of our toilet. It was bad. Luckily, my father is brilliant, and had the wonderful idea of taking me to the toilet section of the hardware store, where he and one of the workers showed me the different sections of a toilet, how the pipes are far too small for me to ever fit through, and had me put my hand through one of the disassembled toilets to prove it. And there you have it. Toilet terror = cured. I still fell in, but it wasn't nearly as traumatic as it was before.
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