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I have quite recently discovered that I have a huge fear or phobia for getting head lice.
I have to explain here...
About 7 years ago, while in my early 20s I discovered that I had head lice for the first time in my live. I first found an egg or nit on one of my hears that feel out. It was quite particular. Usually when you have something on your hair you are easily able to remove it form the hair itself, but nits are kind of glued to it, so you don't get them off your hair.
Well is discovered this, my head then started to itch really badly. I was so ashamed that I might have lice, that I didn't go to a gp for at least 2 weeks. But then I had to go, because I was preparing to go to an archaeological excavation trip for 4 weeks. The GP then found them and gave me a remedy, a sort of poison. I applied it to my hear, but... they survived.
During this trip, I still had them and the whole time is so ashamed, I had to cancel after 1 week.
I then had proper treatment, which killed all of them, but this experience just left me in tears.
Now 7 years later, I still get an itchy head if someone just talked about those bastards.
I recently thought I had them again, because my head started itching again. It was just dunduff though, but I had panic attacks and felt so dirty and disgusting.
That's when I realised that I have a phobia against those little bastards.
I have to explain here...
About 7 years ago, while in my early 20s I discovered that I had head lice for the first time in my live. I first found an egg or nit on one of my hears that feel out. It was quite particular. Usually when you have something on your hair you are easily able to remove it form the hair itself, but nits are kind of glued to it, so you don't get them off your hair.
Well is discovered this, my head then started to itch really badly. I was so ashamed that I might have lice, that I didn't go to a gp for at least 2 weeks. But then I had to go, because I was preparing to go to an archaeological excavation trip for 4 weeks. The GP then found them and gave me a remedy, a sort of poison. I applied it to my hear, but... they survived.
During this trip, I still had them and the whole time is so ashamed, I had to cancel after 1 week.
I then had proper treatment, which killed all of them, but this experience just left me in tears.
Now 7 years later, I still get an itchy head if someone just talked about those bastards.
I recently thought I had them again, because my head started itching again. It was just dunduff though, but I had panic attacks and felt so dirty and disgusting.
That's when I realised that I have a phobia against those little bastards.
