Tell Me a Secret
I'll start: there's still a monster under my bed. The good news is, the matress still protects me.
Sometimes, as I'm trying to get comfortable before sleep or when I'm just waking, my arm or leg will dangle over the side of the bed. Once I notice it, I can't leave it there. Oh, I can for a while, but it makes me feel too vulnerable and I just can't relax. I just know a hand is going to reach up and grab me if I do.
I try to tell myself that nothing will happen if I leave my arm there, but apparently I'm not very convincing.
It feels silly to be in my 40s and still not be able to hang my hand over the side of the bed. It's even sillier when you consider that I have a waterbed, and thus nobody could possibly be under it. Then again, that's why it's called a phobia: even when you know it's silly, no amount of logic will convince the back-brain that it's safe.
So, tell me a secret. Anonymous postings okay.
Sometimes, as I'm trying to get comfortable before sleep or when I'm just waking, my arm or leg will dangle over the side of the bed. Once I notice it, I can't leave it there. Oh, I can for a while, but it makes me feel too vulnerable and I just can't relax. I just know a hand is going to reach up and grab me if I do.
I try to tell myself that nothing will happen if I leave my arm there, but apparently I'm not very convincing.
It feels silly to be in my 40s and still not be able to hang my hand over the side of the bed. It's even sillier when you consider that I have a waterbed, and thus nobody could possibly be under it. Then again, that's why it's called a phobia: even when you know it's silly, no amount of logic will convince the back-brain that it's safe.
So, tell me a secret. Anonymous postings okay.