Phobia is different than a fear.
I have things I’m scared of. We all do. But my phobias? Oooh, boy.
Let me give you an example.
I am absolutely, completely, 100% phobic of the dentist. Many people get some anxiety about the dentist. They’re able to push it aside, though, and eventually go. Me? I am not. I have to be heavily sedated or shit gets real. I panic and go into a full blown panic attack just thinking about going… despite having an impacted wisdom tooth and being in dire need of dental care. But due to the severity of my phobia, I am on the waiting list for highly specialized dentists in the twin cities.
I can’t just suck it up. I have been told by my problematic PCA (which is a blog post in and of itself, but due to my personal safety, I am not making it public outside of my personal Facebook until she’s gone) that I need to just suck it up and go. But. I have nightmares about the dentist. The anxiety is so severe I can’t even think about it safely. It consumes me. It isn’t just a matter of getting it done with, and doing something better after. I have to deal with the aftermath.
Phobias suck. But they aren’t fears.
Please don’t tell us to suck it up. This is dangerous.