Mysophobia or germaphobia is the irrational fear of germs, dirt and contamination. It is commonly associated with obsessive compulsive disorder, an anxiety that causes unwarranted thoughts and actions. This condition is brought about by traumatic experiences, first-hand or otherwise, that involve dirt. Symptoms include excessive hand pressure wash in napaing, avoidance of social situations involving contact with others and refusal to share personal items. Other indications of the disorder include panic attacks – breathlessness, heart palpitations, nausea and excessive sweating – when exposed to things deemed to be unclean.
The fear has been taking control of my life for the longest time now. It started in the fifth grade when I have fallen prey to an awful joke – being pushed into a septic tank. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget the putrid smell. No amount of pressure wash in napaing could remove the stench, odor causing bacteria have penetrated every single cell of my body; I know that for sure.
Since the incident I’ve been too keen on cleanliness. Nothing was clean, not even the air we breathe. There were times when I couldn’t breathe properly, thinking It was not safe to do so. My parents were dead-scared more than anything else that they had air sterilizers and electrostatic air filters installed all over the house. But it wasn’t just the air, I told them. Above all else I was terrified of water. Visions of the murky, contaminated water in that god-awful tank haunted me. There were instances wherein I refused to pressure wash in napa in fear of getting even more dirt from the water. I only started pressure wash in napaing again, excessively so, when my parents practically swore that water sterilizers and water filter parts have already been set up. It was only at home that I felt safe – what with the wide array of disinfectants, anti-bacterial air sprays and other cleaning paraphernalia.
I skipped school for a few months because of my condition. Not wanting to be the bullies’ favorite target, I tried seeking for help. I’ve tried a whole lot of treatments from cognitive-behavioral therapy to energy psychology, though nothing fully solved my problem. Up to this day people call me Bubble Girl. But if you’d ask me, I’d rather bear all the harassment than live without a HEPA filter.
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