Friday, August 27, 2004

I have a phone phobia. Seriously.

I've not really thought much about it. I don't like talking on the phone. I haven't really, for years, but it has gotten really bad the past few years. I wish I knew why. I don't like getting phone calls....even from people I care about. I loathe making them. I feel like I am interrupting someone when I I don't.

Most of my friends know this. They know if they want to get in touch with me, for any reason, that email is the best way to do it. I check my email a bazillion times a day, and it works for me. If they really need to talk to me, they give me a specific time to call them.......I manage to do it then. Its like an appointment. I called Sheri this morning and we talked for an hour. Once I get on the phone, I'm fine.....its just picking it up and dialing. I get sweaty palms, and dry mouth. Its a phobia.

The reason I'm blogging this is because my sister jumped my ass tonight for not calling her. We were at her house, and she was drinking.......

We were out on the front porch, and she actually started yelling at me, then apologizing for yelling, then telling me how angry she gets at me for not calling. She just kept asking me why I don't call. I don't KNOW. I just don't. Every time she would ask, getting louder each time, I could only say I. don't. know.

Maybe I need a shrink. It is certainly irrational to be afraid to pick up a phucking phone and make phucking phone call:/

I guess I can check into classes or something.........

I do know this....if you know someone who has a phobia.....don't yell at them about it. Chances are good they already know they have a phobia......getting bitched at does not help matters. All it does is make the person feel worse:/


Katie said...

Oh I totally understand. I hate, hate making phone calls. I'm sort of okay with close family members but everyone else... It's hard to explain, I get all nervous and jitter-y feeling. Which is so weird because in junior high and high school, I swear I permantly had a phone attached to my ear.

Anonymous said...

I have the exact same phobia. Also, I do not like unexpected people to arrive at my door. I like to have people over when I have made a time. I liken it to an appointment, but it helps me feel better about having the house presentable, you know?

Perhaps when I feel better in my skin, I will evolve into the gregarious person I want to be. I also communicate better in written form until I get to know a person in depth, then I feel I can open myself more to that person and I feel comfortable.

Evil One aka Hermit