Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Stormy Fear

My friends laugh at me because of my phobias.  I have a real problem with flying insects that can sting me and cause me pain.  I have no shame in admitting that I have screamed like a little kid on millions of more than one occasion.  Oddly enough, I've only been stung once and that was when I was 23.  But once was more than enough thankyouverymuch.

My other phobia usually only manifests itself during the hot summer months.  Thunder and lightning.  I literally shake in fear, frozen on the couch, while the storms rage outside.  It's worse when I'm alone because I don't have my kids for whom I have to be brave. 

It wasn't until tonight in therapy that I've realized part of why I'm so deathly afraid of storms...

When I was little, we'd get humongous storms.  Living in the valley of a mountain (actually more like a big, glorified hill, but whatever), we'd get pummeled by the lightning and thunder nearly every night during the summer.  The windows would be open...and the curtains would start to blow inward from the force of the wind.  Suddenly my mother would come to life and yell, "Shut the windows!  The rain's coming!!!".  My sister and I would immediately snap to and rush around shutting the windows, hoping we were moving fast enough to avoid my mother's anger.

One night, when I was probably seven or eight years old, I fucked up.

I forgot one of the windows in my parents' bedroom.

My father had gone upstairs during the middle of the storm and screamed my name.  I ran upstairs and froze at the doorway.  The look on his face was that of a rage-filled monster.  I just stood there and started crying out..."I'm sorry.!!  I thought it was closed!"

He slammed the window shut and in two strides was standing in front of me.  He grabbed me by both of my upper arms and threw me forcefully across the room onto the bed. 

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU, YOU STUPID BITCH??  THE CURTAINS ARE SOAKED AND THERE'S WATER ON THE CARPET...YOU GODDAMN FUCKING IDIOT!!!"

Then he left.  And locked me in the room.

That night taught me a lot.  I learned to move faster.  I learned that I hated thunderstorms.  I learned that I never wanted to show anger because I didn't want to be like him. 

I learned that I was trapped.  Not just in that room...but in my life.

11 comments:

  1. I am so sorry, Christina. No child should ever be subjected to such treatment.

    M.

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  2. Oh Christina,

    That is horrible, I am so sorry.

    Susie

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  3. That is beyond f-d up. Nobody deserves to be treated that way, espcecially not a child.

    I am so sorry.

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  4. Like his curtains and RUG are more important than his daughter? That is beyond cruel. I have a weird phobia of ants but it isn't anything anyone did to me on purpose. Yours is waaaaay worse. Hugs

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  5. What a friggin' monster. It's amazing that you're able to be compassionate and generous and loving towards other people, given the way you were treated. My heart breaks for the child You.

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  6. I grew up in the shadow of a mountain that was really a glorafied hill in western Ma. I wonder if it was the same one..
    Im so sorry and my heart breaks for you. There are no words...

    Kate

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  7. Oh sweetheart, that is just fucked up on so many levels. I didn't know him, but I hate that man for so many reasons, one of which is making you so afraid of something as beautiful as a thunderstorm. He was a monster.

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  8. ((((Christina)))I'm so sorry. In response to Sally's comment, I think the reason you are so loving and compassionate towards others is because you know what it is like to receive the alternative and NO ONE deserves to be subjected to that! Love you!

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