I've had to send my husband for almost all of my kid's vaccination check-ups. If we were both at a vaccination appointment? I stepped out of the room while my kids got their shots. Mom fail.
Where does this phobia come from? I don't know. I didn't have anything traumatic happen to me as a child involving needles. But my dad and brother also have it -- there is scientific evidence that this phobia is genetic. It may even be evolutionary -- because those who feared and avoided getting stabbed tended to survive more! (Hey... makes sense to me!)
So, does this mean I fear pain from needles? Nope. I just fear the needles themselves. I can't even watch needles on the television; I don't like thinking about needles (I can't believe I've already written several paragraphs about them).
So, does this mean I fear blood or gore? Nope. I love horror movies, and bloody injuries on my kids or myself do not bother me.
|You didn't think I would put a picture of a needle here did you? Ick.|
My phobia has also cost me Big Time at the dentist. I recently had a root canal, and had to do an "elective sedation" -- out of pocket cost $500 -- so that I could stay in the chair for the entire procedure. Despite the fact that trypanophobia is a DSM IV phobic condition, I have to pay out-of-pocket to mitigate for it; no insurance will cover medical costs related to phobic conditions. For a regular filling, my dentist gives me nitrous so that he can give me the Novocaine. I pay for that out-of-pocket, too.
Now... my brother? He has actually skipped the dentist's Novocaine needle, and opted for the drill pain. (He's a little crazy.) See? I told you it was a phobia, and not about the pain.
By the way -- my dad has trypanophobia and is diabetic. Think about it... think about it. Not fun. My mom has to give him his insulin shots. She is a saint.
This post is part of the Summer Blog Challenge. It is in response to "July 5--Talk about a fear you have."