I’m special. On this occasion I do unequivocally mean in the special needs sense. In the sense that I’m often crippled by fears that real but extremely rare and life-threatening situations will happen to me.
The problem is that I am somehow convinced that I am special, but in the worst ways possible.
Let me give you an example. So, you know how for there is about a 1 in a million chance of getting toxic shock in the UK, with ~50% of those associated with using tampons, well I spent very many years of believing that I would be that one, that I was terrified of using them.
You know how there is around a 1 in 2000 chance that someone will have an anaphylaxis response to penicillins, well, you can see what is coming next can’t you? Yep, I have spent years being terrified of taking antibiotics in case they cause anaphylaxis.
I know how stupid and pathetic all this is, but there’s got to be someone out there who gets meningitis, toxic shock, anaphylaxis and cancer…so why wouldn’t it be me?
Because of statistics.
Because of common sense.
Because of context.
Some days I really wish someone would lobotomise me so I didn’t have to stress through these ridiculous scenarios.
Needless to say neither tampons nor penicillins have killed me yet. The panic about taking penicillins though was pretty intense. Don’t do that kids, don’t assume you are going to be the unlucky one, don’t waste your time giving yourself worse symptoms that the thing you are afraid of will either. It’s just dumb. Hear that brain? It’s stupid, so cut it out!
“Is there a powder to erase this?
Is it dissolvable and tasteless?
You can’t imagine how I hate this”~the national, graceless