That’s alright. Just that therapy is, unfortunately, all too often an expense that falls far down the list. Housing, food, and other bills and only then MAYBE therapy if it’s feasible. It helps, though the stress of paying it might extend your stay.
Arachnophobia is weird one too. It has it’s roots so far down our brain stem from billions of years of “fuck no spider!” Like flying and confinement are phobias that happen farther up the consciousness ladder. Spiders, and to a lesser extent snakes are in our like bios settings. Came with the motherboard
I usually get that “this is fine” mantra going on repeat until it either touches me or I’m done and wig the fuck out of there. On the rare occasion I tell the spider we’re fine so long as we leave each other be and it’s all sunshine and rainbows. Brains are weird.
The second there’s more than 2 or it’s bigger than a toonie I’m bringing fire though.
We have many lakes and rivers, so dock spiders are common unfortunately. Wooded areas aplenty, so wolf spiders too. Then your common group of hanging out in the corners of your deck getting their full of mosquitos and black flies spiders. Those creeperass basement spiders with the long legs. I once also slammed my shed shut and fucked off back inside because of some furry palm sized bastard was chilling on the inside of said shed door.
They may not be poisonous or dinner plate sized, but some are pretty aggressive and others look like they should be.
Ahhhh yesss, those hand-sized fuckers that somehow manage to hide from us the majority of the time. I swear they’re seasonal and migrate from arachnophobe residence to arachnophobe residence. Caught one side-eyed low on a bedroom wall once. Did a double-take. Bastard noticed the first glance and disappeared.
It was my last summer at home before college too, but I did notice some aggressive webbing slowly overtaking the back shelf as the summer went. Only sign I knew I wasn’t crazy, because I also never saw it again.
Then the house sold while at college. Drove by a few weeks ago on my way through town and noticed the shed is now gone, guessing the buyer also saw the spider lol
Sure I can. How would you recommend I afford therapy for a phobia that only impacts my life rarely?
My bad, I think I came across judgmental. I’ve got a heights phobia myself
That’s alright. Just that therapy is, unfortunately, all too often an expense that falls far down the list. Housing, food, and other bills and only then MAYBE therapy if it’s feasible. It helps, though the stress of paying it might extend your stay.
Arachnophobia is weird one too. It has it’s roots so far down our brain stem from billions of years of “fuck no spider!” Like flying and confinement are phobias that happen farther up the consciousness ladder. Spiders, and to a lesser extent snakes are in our like bios settings. Came with the motherboard
I usually get that “this is fine” mantra going on repeat until it either touches me or I’m done and wig the fuck out of there. On the rare occasion I tell the spider we’re fine so long as we leave each other be and it’s all sunshine and rainbows. Brains are weird.
The second there’s more than 2 or it’s bigger than a toonie I’m bringing fire though.
Canadian!?!? What do you know aboot spiders!? Lol
We have many lakes and rivers, so dock spiders are common unfortunately. Wooded areas aplenty, so wolf spiders too. Then your common group of hanging out in the corners of your deck getting their full of mosquitos and black flies spiders. Those creeperass basement spiders with the long legs. I once also slammed my shed shut and fucked off back inside because of some furry palm sized bastard was chilling on the inside of said shed door.
They may not be poisonous or dinner plate sized, but some are pretty aggressive and others look like they should be.
Ahhhh yesss, those hand-sized fuckers that somehow manage to hide from us the majority of the time. I swear they’re seasonal and migrate from arachnophobe residence to arachnophobe residence. Caught one side-eyed low on a bedroom wall once. Did a double-take. Bastard noticed the first glance and disappeared.
Like completely.
I still wonder at times if I was hallucinating.
It was my last summer at home before college too, but I did notice some aggressive webbing slowly overtaking the back shelf as the summer went. Only sign I knew I wasn’t crazy, because I also never saw it again.
Then the house sold while at college. Drove by a few weeks ago on my way through town and noticed the shed is now gone, guessing the buyer also saw the spider lol