Sweet Catastrophe

I just got off the phone with my mom. I was telling her about my new sheets and she reminded me of when we discovered my mild claustrophobia.

My brothers had bunk beds when we were growing up, and when they grew out of them, I put in that I wanted the bunk bed for myself. Well duh, what kid doesn’t want a bunk bed?

I wasn’t allowed to sleep on the top because we didn’t have proper railings anymore, so I slept on the bottom bunk. I don’t remember how long I’d been sleeping in it before I got freaked out, but it was a good little while.

One random night, I couldn’t sleep and lying there in my bed, I started feeling like I was caged in. I remember some creepy thoughts about being caged, about my bed eating me, and something about killer clowns…Who knows how I managed to tie clowns in. I think it had something to do with being in a cage at the circus…*shrug*

Needless to say, I didn’t sleep in my own bed for a few weeks, heh.

I’ve only had handful of episodes in my life. I remember one at a movie theater where the crowd outside of the room we were going into got really cramped because the movie before us had messed up and was running long. They ended up pulling my group out of the little waiting area and letting us wait right outside so we were first in. That’s the only really interesting situation I recall.

Man, claustrophobia, panic attacks, acid reflux, hypochondriac….I’m too weird.