unrealistic fears
I have a fear that I’ve never shared with anyone. I don’t even think there is a name for it in the medical journals. I’m afraid of electrical plugs. I’m not afraid of the electrical outlets, just the plugs.
Many years ago, shortly after I moved into my first ever apartment on my own, I had a horrible run-in with an electrical plug that left me wounded, shaking and forever traumatized. After stepping out of the shower and drying myself thoroughly with an oversized towel stolen from a local hotel, I plugged in the hair dryer and whipped my hair into place. Finished with the task at hand, I unplugged the hair dryer and threw it back onto the shelf where I kept it, leaving the cord dangling and the plug laying on the floor. Looking back, I should have known better, I should have taken that extra step and coiled the cord around the dryer; but I didn’t and because of that one lazy moment, I have had to cower in fear ever since. The strange thing about this phobia is that it only hits me in the bathroom. No other room fills me with dread when I see a haphazardly strewn cord and plug.
What was accident that has instilled this fear in me?