Fobia A Los Germenes Novels & Stories

Nausea, dizziness, or fainting when in close contact with men may also occur in some patients suffering from this type of phobia. In my previous life, the exact cause of this type of phobia was not yet well understood by the current studies around the globe. Some experts said that the possible causes include past negative experiences with men, but it can also be genetic or even learned behavior from people around the person suffering from the symptom. In my case, my phobia started a long time ago in my previous life, when I was just 5 years old. My aunt and uncle were always asked to look after me during the day while my parents were away and were busy working with their respective careers.

I decided to act like a diligent student and read it thoroughly without missing on any chapter. I began reading the part called “the element curses”. It was about people being greatly afraid of one of the elements. The book said if someone fears one of the nature elements it might be connected to how his or hers previous life ended. That was why someone who died in a fire can be afraid of fire through most of his life, and the one who drown would probably be afraid of water. Moreover, if someone, for example fell or jumped of the building and died, could now be afraid of heights and flying a plane, and the one who died in some cave or cruelly buried alive, could now become claustrophobic.

I sigh waiting for my turn as I looked around the clusters of students in groups which makes me feel weird. I’ve been attending this school since freshman years and now I’m a senior but I haven’t made a friend ever. Very weird. But it’s just my anxiety. And now I can’t even trust making a friend after all this whole incident of murders. I can’t trust anyone. Who knows if they’ll turn out to be the serial killer ? Laughters from the football team brought me back to the present. I moved back irritated as Ace Carlton has stepped on my feet while laughing. “Oh “. He turned around noticing what he said. “Sorry about that “.

He immediately pulled it out and stared at it for a few seconds. "Found it!!" After staring at the usb pin, Creed felt that he had been ignoring this elephant in the room. Reason being : fear of the unknown which was quite rational in this case. This usb pin contained a potentially incompatible Genome Script could do more harm to its user than it benefits them. Also, this genome script comes from a member of the world's most shady organization which made Creed want to avoid learning it even more.

Joseph complained. " I don't have money, Joseph. I left the other card in his mansion." I replied, gently rubbing my eyes. His hand enveloped mine as he held his gaze in mine. " I think you deserve to know why I don't let you touch me much." I started, piquing his interest. His hand shifted away from mine as he nodded urging me to continue. " I've got Androphobia, Joseph. I am scared of men, especially taller men. That is why I don't let you touch me much." I confessed.

"Yes, Grandma." To avoid arousing her grandmother's suspicion, Kennedy had to find words to fill the silence. "I've never liked fish since I was little. As a child, I thought it was some kind of delicacy, but after trying it once, I ended up vomiting terribly. So when I smelled it today, I immediately felt that shadow of fear." Hearing this, the thoughtful look on Old Madam face vanished. Vomiting after eating it as a child? Having a phobia as an adult seemed reasonable enough.

Chapped surface, the cracks as it bleed, when she gnawed. She was staring at him, evoking something, her revolt, and for no apparent reason—Germa wanted him on the same state, on the same bloody table like the feeling she seeks in the hospital during an operation. Her palms was itching. And she felt…prod, a goading excitement while she try to remember the feeling of it. The smell of antiseptic, the floor imminent with a strong scent of disinfectant and medicines. To where it lies and buried, Germa had the strong urge to free her hand if she can, and put the misery on him.

I am busy living my life to finish school and get the hell out of here. “I want your mouth on my dick. If not my wife, it’s only you.” He is a man with Mysophobia. He has an extreme fear of germs or contaminations. It was a miracle they kept me as their regular babysitter because they couldn’t find someone that he can agree with. Until I came. I am not mysophobic, but I feel uncomfortable with untidiness. I love the white color because I can clearly see when I am dirty and quickly freshen up. “Mr. Benson, I am only seventeen. Isn’t this a child abuse, not to mention sexual?” I tried to make him realize what he’s doing. My life isn’t a perfect one, but that’s the reason I strive hard.

“I thought it should be fair.” I thought about this for a second before taking a small breath. “It’s not just about haphephobia… I also have depression and anxiety,” I tell him. “I think the touch is what triggers it and it makes me panic. I’m sure when you looked it up you read that this could be caused by a traumatized past.” Luis glanced over at me. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” He said as we watch the varsity now warming up before the game starts. “I did read that, but I was never going to bug you about the details.”

I tried to feel myself the way he did but it just didn't feel the same. I tried it again, slower and lightly, but my hands still felt strange to me. My body had grown to love the touch of the one I hated the most. Sad and broken, I went into the shower and turned the hot water on. While it outed, I washed two fingers, because I was germaphobic, and thrust them straight into me. It was like I was reaching for the stars. The end was near, but also very far. I did it two more times before giving up and washing my body.