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Defined as "a persistent, abnormal, and irrational fear of feces and fecal matter", each year, this surprisingly common phobia causes countless people needless distress.
To add insult to an already distressing condition, most phobia of fecal matter therapies take months or years and sometimes even require the patient to be exposed repeatedly to their fear. We believe that not only is this totally unnecessary, it will often make the condition worse. And it is particularly cruel as phobia of fecal matter can be eliminated with the right methods and just 24 hours of commitment by the phobic individual.
Known by a number of names Coprophobia, Scatophobia, Fear of Fecal Matter, and Fear of Feces being the most common, the problem often significantly impacts the quality of life. It can cause panic attacks and keep people apart from loved ones and business associates. Symptoms typically include shortness of breath, rapid breathing, irregular heartbeat, sweating, nausea, and overall feelings of dread, although everyone experiences phobia of fecal matter in their own way and may have different symptoms.
Though a variety of potent drugs are often prescribed for phobia of fecal matter, side effects and/or withdrawal symptoms can be severe. Moreover, drugs do not "cure" phobia of fecal matter or any other phobia. At best they temporarily suppress the symptoms through chemical interaction.
The good news is that the modern, fast, drug-free processes of The Phobia Clinic will train your mind to feel completely different about feces and fecal matter, eliminating the fear so it never haunts you again.
If you are living with Phobia of Fecal Matter, what is the real cost to your health, your career or school, and to your family life? Avoiding the issue indefinitely would mean resigning yourself to living in fear - missing out on priceless life experiences big and small - living a life that is just a shadow of what it will be when the problem is gone.
For anyone earning a living or at school, the financial toll of this phobia is incalculable. Living with fear means you can never concentrate fully and give your best. Lost opportunities. Poor performance or grades. Promotions that pass you by. Phobia of Fecal Matter will likely cost you tens, even hundreds of thousands of dollars over the course of your lifetime -- let alone the cost to your health and quality of life. Now Phobia of Fecal Matter can be gone for less than the price of a round-trip airline ticket, or a few weeks of drugs or conventional therapy.
from jd... one who wasnt THAT lucky (see the above) if you get my meaning...
now, for those of us unfortunate enough to have to deal with crap everyday (no pun intended)... i was cleaning "it" off the floor of a certain persons bathroom at work monday. silly me.. thinking i was a professional painter *shakes his head* nevermind the list of diseases you can catch from handeling this stuff either... its too long to make mention of here.
i wont distract attention from the puddles of urine residing there on the bathroom floor as well... and the black... yes... dark black in colour, hanes tighty-whities. it would have been better to throw up, but i just couldn't you know? panic needs an audience anyways...
now, that was the monday from hell... you know how monday's are usually everyones "worst" day of the week? its understandable... you had fun on the weekend, you enjoyed yourself, now, you have to face reality again... of course, coming out of the wonderful weekend you had, you didnt plan on putting your nose into a god-forsaken scum-hole of a bathroom either, you know what i mean? but hey, it needed to be painted... its completly full of dangerous chemicals now: i.e. paint fumes, paint, thinner, acetone, xylene, various cleaners, you name it. i kindly traded one type of hazardous material for another... you build up immunities either way.
that was monday...
the friday before... it should have been the 13th of the month. im not superstitious like that... i know that the people that i love (you wonderful friends you :p) that are reading this right now aren't superstitious either. you'll probably catch my meaning later. i actually left work early on friday. the house that we all are working at now, hasn't been the same since.
the elderly man who owns the place is a really nice guy, dont get me wrong... but... he's basically one of those genius/eccentrics, you know the type ;) hes incredibly upset at the people whove tried to do work for him in the past. hes talked about doing awful awful things to them. hes done many many strange things since weve all known him. i however, had an experience friday like no other.
for the record i was by myself. and the guy knew i was working there.
i was finishing the basement (another buffalo bill type) its about 330 in the afternoon. at about the same time im putting the paint away, i hear some awfully high-pitched whining coming from upstairs. at first, i didnt think much of it. "vanishing" was coming through the stereo speakers, and i was really into it :D however, as i lower the volume, (naturally) the squealing gets louder.
at this point im able to decipher the words (this is a family show, so im going to abbreviate... well.. i would anyways... youll see why) "GD" "F" "S O B" his voice got more shrill to my ears as time carried on... higher and higher and higher and higher...
now he starts stampeding back and forth between his kitchen (living room), foyer, and living room (garbage dump, besides a really nice piano that ive had the privledge to play once or twice) naturally, my heart rate doubled. he screams more. i listen more. he cuts his colourful vocabulary down to one word: "AH" which he repeats (screams) over and over and over. then he does something that really got me...
he goes and turns off all the basement lights.
you know how, like, when someone goes off on a tantrum, sometimes it can be kinda funny? funny enough to laugh to yourself, right? funny enough until you realize that the person is capable of killing someone. (thats the deal with this guy by the way) well, mark my words... this... was... not... funny. there's a certain level of freaky that i know each and every one of you can handle. this was far above "freaky." it transcends the barriers of freakiness as we know it. just think of phantasms taking over someones body. i apologize for that analogy, but, thats really the only way i can describe it.
i prayed to Jehovah quickly. turned the radio off. headed upstairs. looked around. he was fishing through one of his upstairs bedrooms... mad as a freakin beat. :S i just said my goodbyes and left. i mean... why hang around? would you have? am i overreacting? i dunno... i often think about his "episode" and how hes not the same to this day... and.. i think about many other things... i dunno.. *shrugs* maybe im a wuss... heh.
a side note about his upstairs bedroom. on top of one of the beds resides a fully-automatic AR-15. for those of you who don't know... thats the us military's new M16 assault rifle.
a side note about how hes changed. it's my understanding that.. that same day of his "episode," he roared off in his car to west hartford... collided with something.. and smashed his face on the windshield. i feel bad :(
i even managed to share a conversation about painting airplanes (his not mine) in the backyard several days later. it was a beautiful sunny afternoon then. a cautious eye was peeled by everyone of course.
so thats my story... i'm sorry that some of it was a little too.... grotesque? orrr... disturbing? shocking even? but that's how it happened. for the record... he was pretty nice today :D
i'm gonna go now...
jd
alt p in alm - wdera nplte sto rs oeath stta
To add insult to an already distressing condition, most phobia of fecal matter therapies take months or years and sometimes even require the patient to be exposed repeatedly to their fear. We believe that not only is this totally unnecessary, it will often make the condition worse. And it is particularly cruel as phobia of fecal matter can be eliminated with the right methods and just 24 hours of commitment by the phobic individual.
Known by a number of names Coprophobia, Scatophobia, Fear of Fecal Matter, and Fear of Feces being the most common, the problem often significantly impacts the quality of life. It can cause panic attacks and keep people apart from loved ones and business associates. Symptoms typically include shortness of breath, rapid breathing, irregular heartbeat, sweating, nausea, and overall feelings of dread, although everyone experiences phobia of fecal matter in their own way and may have different symptoms.
Though a variety of potent drugs are often prescribed for phobia of fecal matter, side effects and/or withdrawal symptoms can be severe. Moreover, drugs do not "cure" phobia of fecal matter or any other phobia. At best they temporarily suppress the symptoms through chemical interaction.
The good news is that the modern, fast, drug-free processes of The Phobia Clinic will train your mind to feel completely different about feces and fecal matter, eliminating the fear so it never haunts you again.
If you are living with Phobia of Fecal Matter, what is the real cost to your health, your career or school, and to your family life? Avoiding the issue indefinitely would mean resigning yourself to living in fear - missing out on priceless life experiences big and small - living a life that is just a shadow of what it will be when the problem is gone.
For anyone earning a living or at school, the financial toll of this phobia is incalculable. Living with fear means you can never concentrate fully and give your best. Lost opportunities. Poor performance or grades. Promotions that pass you by. Phobia of Fecal Matter will likely cost you tens, even hundreds of thousands of dollars over the course of your lifetime -- let alone the cost to your health and quality of life. Now Phobia of Fecal Matter can be gone for less than the price of a round-trip airline ticket, or a few weeks of drugs or conventional therapy.
from jd... one who wasnt THAT lucky (see the above) if you get my meaning...
now, for those of us unfortunate enough to have to deal with crap everyday (no pun intended)... i was cleaning "it" off the floor of a certain persons bathroom at work monday. silly me.. thinking i was a professional painter *shakes his head* nevermind the list of diseases you can catch from handeling this stuff either... its too long to make mention of here.
i wont distract attention from the puddles of urine residing there on the bathroom floor as well... and the black... yes... dark black in colour, hanes tighty-whities. it would have been better to throw up, but i just couldn't you know? panic needs an audience anyways...
now, that was the monday from hell... you know how monday's are usually everyones "worst" day of the week? its understandable... you had fun on the weekend, you enjoyed yourself, now, you have to face reality again... of course, coming out of the wonderful weekend you had, you didnt plan on putting your nose into a god-forsaken scum-hole of a bathroom either, you know what i mean? but hey, it needed to be painted... its completly full of dangerous chemicals now: i.e. paint fumes, paint, thinner, acetone, xylene, various cleaners, you name it. i kindly traded one type of hazardous material for another... you build up immunities either way.
that was monday...
the friday before... it should have been the 13th of the month. im not superstitious like that... i know that the people that i love (you wonderful friends you :p) that are reading this right now aren't superstitious either. you'll probably catch my meaning later. i actually left work early on friday. the house that we all are working at now, hasn't been the same since.
the elderly man who owns the place is a really nice guy, dont get me wrong... but... he's basically one of those genius/eccentrics, you know the type ;) hes incredibly upset at the people whove tried to do work for him in the past. hes talked about doing awful awful things to them. hes done many many strange things since weve all known him. i however, had an experience friday like no other.
for the record i was by myself. and the guy knew i was working there.
i was finishing the basement (another buffalo bill type) its about 330 in the afternoon. at about the same time im putting the paint away, i hear some awfully high-pitched whining coming from upstairs. at first, i didnt think much of it. "vanishing" was coming through the stereo speakers, and i was really into it :D however, as i lower the volume, (naturally) the squealing gets louder.
at this point im able to decipher the words (this is a family show, so im going to abbreviate... well.. i would anyways... youll see why) "GD" "F" "S O B" his voice got more shrill to my ears as time carried on... higher and higher and higher and higher...
now he starts stampeding back and forth between his kitchen (living room), foyer, and living room (garbage dump, besides a really nice piano that ive had the privledge to play once or twice) naturally, my heart rate doubled. he screams more. i listen more. he cuts his colourful vocabulary down to one word: "AH" which he repeats (screams) over and over and over. then he does something that really got me...
he goes and turns off all the basement lights.
you know how, like, when someone goes off on a tantrum, sometimes it can be kinda funny? funny enough to laugh to yourself, right? funny enough until you realize that the person is capable of killing someone. (thats the deal with this guy by the way) well, mark my words... this... was... not... funny. there's a certain level of freaky that i know each and every one of you can handle. this was far above "freaky." it transcends the barriers of freakiness as we know it. just think of phantasms taking over someones body. i apologize for that analogy, but, thats really the only way i can describe it.
i prayed to Jehovah quickly. turned the radio off. headed upstairs. looked around. he was fishing through one of his upstairs bedrooms... mad as a freakin beat. :S i just said my goodbyes and left. i mean... why hang around? would you have? am i overreacting? i dunno... i often think about his "episode" and how hes not the same to this day... and.. i think about many other things... i dunno.. *shrugs* maybe im a wuss... heh.
a side note about his upstairs bedroom. on top of one of the beds resides a fully-automatic AR-15. for those of you who don't know... thats the us military's new M16 assault rifle.
a side note about how hes changed. it's my understanding that.. that same day of his "episode," he roared off in his car to west hartford... collided with something.. and smashed his face on the windshield. i feel bad :(
i even managed to share a conversation about painting airplanes (his not mine) in the backyard several days later. it was a beautiful sunny afternoon then. a cautious eye was peeled by everyone of course.
so thats my story... i'm sorry that some of it was a little too.... grotesque? orrr... disturbing? shocking even? but that's how it happened. for the record... he was pretty nice today :D
i'm gonna go now...
jd
alt p in alm - wdera nplte sto rs oeath stta