My Phobia
My phobia began when I was nine. I forgot how it started, but I remember feeling the urge to tidy things up in the room I shared with my sister. My mom and my sister had a habit of putting their things on mine, so they wouldn’t have to carry them. I didn’t like that and soon I was measuring distances between my things and the edge of the table. I just had to keep things straight and tidy. I had become an ataxophobic.
My phobia really disturbs my family and myself. I waste a lot of time tidying things up. I remember one time when I had a panic attack. I was coming home after school, and I rushed into my room to put down my schoolbag. I stopped in my tracks and stood by the doorway. I just couldn’t tolerate it, I just couldn’t! My whole room had been turned over. My things (that I had so carefully placed) were strewn all over the floor. I started to sob. I pounded the walls with my fist. I screamed at the top of my lungs. I even started to have difficulty breathing. I would call it a temper instead of a panic attack.
I have tried but not succeeded in curing my unusual and “exotic” phobia. My father is a doctor, and he just told me to relax and asked what was stressing me. The bad news is, my mom and sister won’t stop being messy, so I continue and will continue to panic at the sight of disorder.
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