Novel & Cerita Fobia A Los Germenes

"Denise, I know I might have startled you when I came out like that but I want you to know something. Since I was young, I have never been with anyone, male or female. Not that I couldn't find anyone to love me but it is because I hadn't found the one my heart wanted. You see, since I was young, I had a strong case of mysophobia and more than that, I hate mediocrity. (Mysophobia - an innate fear of dirt and being touched.)

It hurts his heart but he can't . He couldn't step down from his car when he almost hit her, he can't let her come near him ,it hurts him to see her cause the urge to touch her keeps coming. He hates to hear her voice because he knows he would want to hear it again. He hate to see her because he was getting addicted to wanting to see her more He can't do anything. Why? Because he has Anthrophobia and it makes him have Derma Allergies . He can't touch people, he can't stand their sight and he completely stays alone .

Mike and I are friends, so why don't I tell him the truth? "Because I have a phobia in crowded places, Mike, Cleithrophobia, or Cleisiophobia. I'm afraid that people might hit me. Then I might not be able to breathe properly. I don't know, back then my heart palpitations weren't severe every time I am enclosed in one place." my eyes are not on him. I prefer to look outside. "In that case, why are you still acting?" he immediately asked.

"That's fine. I will build it." Suddenly, I wanted to tell him everything about myself. Every single event, my childhood, my dreams, my plans, and my goals. Frowning, I bit my lip and quickly changed the conversation. "I like the color, White. I have trypanophobia which is fear of needles or injections, and ophidiophobia, a fear of snakes-" "Snakes? I think you are not afraid of my snake for sure." He added in between. If I was drinking water, I would have coughed it.

“ I'm sorry, I've something important to let you know about, “ he said, keeping his face in his palms, thinking about where to get started. “ just tell me already “ she said nonchalantly pushing her hair back “ i was a…..geno……genophobic, and i’m attending therapy sessions from last few months “ he stammered a little. “ You were what ? “ her brows knitted together as she nearly yelled.

I go run to the bathroom again. "Holy fucking hell!" I screamed as I felt that I only discharged water. "I'm going to die. Fuck it!" It was silly, but I was afraid of LBM. When I was a child, I was taken to the hospital because of diarrhea. And I was dehydrated, even if it was only for a few hours. I developed a phobia because of the many needles that were injected into me. Because of that, I learned to cook for myself. I want to make sure what I eat is clean. Aceia was the first person I allowed to cook me food because I trusted her. And here I was, suffering from fucking LMB.

"Why these particular spots, Claire?" "It's a kind of Haphephobia, I guess. I don't really know." "I've studied body language, and, weirdly, I never came across anything about it." I fidgeted, sensing vulnerability in sharing this aspect of myself. "I don't go broadcasting it; it's just a thing I've handled since I was a little girl, you know?"

I am quite sure that there is something deep that has happened with her because of which she has this phobia. As I tried to comprehend the situation, Emma's words echoed in my head. She tried to reveal something about Rose's past, but she was interrupted, leaving me with only fragments of the story. What I understood was that Rose had experienced a traumatic event related to fire, possibly involving the loss of her parents, which had led to her pyrophobia.

she asks turning to me "It’s a severe case of germaphobia and means I can't touch woman, I would get a rash, feel nauseous, sometimes I would go into a coma if it's severe for some reason I don't get sick when I touch you. Normally I get a severe rash all over my body." I tell her "So, you immune to me?" she asks with a smile on her face. I wipe the tears from her face. "Yes. One doctor told me it’s got something to do with the chemical work up of a woman's body." I explain it to her.

“Lena… does she have any fears?” That seemed to grab his attention. “Fears? Not like?” “Fears.” “Not really. That kid is as tough as nails and…” He trailed off. I could see realization light up in his head. “And?” “She has a phobia. She is claustrophobic.” “Claustrophobic?” “Yes. Never liked tight, confined spaces. She even hates elevators because of it.” I turned off his words as a knowing smile crept on my face. Perfect.