What's a fact about you that no one knows?

[star674]

I'll start...

I have a weird phobia of buttons and freak out every time I see one

I still have a dummy, I sleep with it and use it when I’m on my own in the car on long journeys.

I feel awful for thinking it but I believe my brother would be better off dead.

I do not think this out of malice but his brain is so badly damaged meaning he has a terrible quality of life. His physical body is also wrecked beyond repair and he will never live independently. I know I wouldn’t want to live like that. The situation has also taken a terrible toll on my parents.

This has made me laugh! Why can't you eat the ends of sausages? 😂

If there’s an appliance that has a numerical scale like volume on the tv or radio etc.. I can only use the even numbers.

The biting on metal things I get but with wool or felt. Makes me shudder just to think
of what the texture would be like on my teeth.

Same. My brother and sister are close... but me and them... is the "checking obituaries to see if they are alive" level of relationship.

I have external and no doubt internal haemorrhoids and i'm constantly terrified I have rectal cancer ...

My husband is controlling and coercive. People think I have it all. I don't.

me too! It's awful isn't it. I fear i have rectal cancer

I hate Halloween. I hated it as a kid, adolescent, student and now adult. Hate it. I used to hope it fell over half term so I wouldn't have to make an excuse to not do something for it (we always went away for half term with our cousins). !st November feels like liberation (and I don't even mind seeing the xmas decorations in the shops that soon).

For me, I can deal with big bright ones. They are fine. Metal ones are fine too. Most buttons that are attached are ok. It is loose ones that are a problem.
The ones that freak me out are the small clear ones. The worst are the mushroom shape ones where the holes are underneath.
I am not "scared" as in I get anxious.. they make me feel physically sick. I heave like I am going to throw up.

Are you called Pamela and live in Essex with your husband, Michael? 😂

I once attempted suicide.

I look so calm and collected, professional, happily married, wonderful DSD and ttc my first bio child. No one would ever guess in a million years that I was so decimated by my last abusive relationship that I slit my wrist. But I credit the shit load of therapy I had with making me a person who no one would believe had been in that dark place and I appreciate every single day how good my life is now.

My Husband inherited a large amount of money and property 2 years ago. Not a soul knows bar him and myself.

For all the button people, I’ve got a close friend who’s petrified of balloons to the extent that she couldn’t come to our mutual friends sons birthday party because there were balloons there!

My Mum died almost 10 years ago. Every night I go to bed I think about her before I go to sleep, in the hope she will come to me in my dreams. I do dream about her sometimes and they are lovely and comforting dreams. DH knows I miss her, but no one knows how just how very much I miss her and think about her.

How many 0's ?

I'm like this with Ice. Exactly the same reaction.

@star674 fellow koumpounaphobia here, I can't even type that horrible 6 or 7 letter word without it making me cringe.

Remember someone once asking me in jest, if I was offered £1,000 would I sit in a bathtub of them, couldn't even do it for a million 😆 partner said he would chuck me in, although he would have to catch me first 😂

I think my family is a bit crap. I always wanted a big , loving group. Relations are OK just disappointed in them. I blame my STBX and resent him so much.

I had a supervisor at work who was similarly scared of balloons. She was petrified.
Her sons also worked with her, and one of them thought her phobia was hilarious.
I saw how bad it was.. he once took some balloons into our rest room when on a break and shoved them in his mum's face. She panicked and wet herself. Cunt of her son thought it was so funny.

I thought exactly the same sin e last year. Big hugs

Elastic bands. I can't touch them. Makes me shudder thinking about it. I swear the postman knows and leaves them on my doorstep on purpose

I once said to my MIL I wasn't really in the mood for a prosecco one time (birthday dinner) so now she actively avoids giving any to me at family gatherings (think christmas, birthdays etc) and makes comments how I hate it and will take the glass away before i have to react (she also ignores anything I say to explain otherwise).

You piss me off Carol. I want the damn prosecco.

Me too, not just in the house. Even walking down the street, I worry that I'll fall and knock my teeth out or break them. But I also have a fear of teeth generally, but not the dentist.

@Wheelz46 welcome to the koumpounaphobia gang! Didn't know there were so many of us 😂