Originally posted by SeitseThere are two strategies for dealing with fear. One is to avoid the thing you fear. The other is to do the thing you fear. The first strategy merely postpones the fear; it will keep returning until you apply the second one. The second one will have one or the other of two possible outcomes: either you will survive the ordeal and no longer fear the thing, or it will kill you. Either way, you won't have the fear any more.
I used to be terrified of needles. Yet, a bumpy journey through
life has taught me to brush aside those fears and now I can
inject others and myself with ease. Both ways, I can do skillfully
all needle lengths and thicknesses, any substance density, and in
the foot, arm, shoulder, waist, stomach, you name it.
Anyone here transited the same journey from fear to comfort in
something like that?
25 Oct 14
Originally posted by SeitseI have a morbid fear of needles yet love knitting......just saying
I used to be terrified of needles. Yet, a bumpy journey through
life has taught me to brush aside those fears and now I can
inject others and myself with ease. Both ways, I can do skillfully
all needle lengths and thicknesses, any substance density, and in
the foot, arm, shoulder, waist, stomach, you name it.
Anyone here transited the same journey from fear to comfort in
something like that?
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Originally posted by redbadgerHow Canadian is this eh? I once sliced my arm with a piece of metal roofing and as there was no one about to help me I mended it myself with a piece of duct tape (Red Green would have been proud). To this day I have to look hard to see where it happened. (it was a gash about three inches long) and no I didn't go to the hospital. I had had my tetanus shot a year earlier and didn't relish the idea of any more needles.
I once sewed my knee together after a stanley knife cut in thirsk n-yorks.
27 Oct 14
Originally posted by Great Big Steesduck tape is awesome.
How Canadian is this eh? I once sliced my arm with a piece of metal roofing and as there was no one about to help me I mended it myself with a piece of duct tape (Red Green would have been proud). To this day I have to look hard to see where it happened. (it was a gash about three inches long) and no I didn't go to the hospital. I had had my tetanus shot a year earlier and didn't relish the idea of any more needles.