Oh PinkSparklyPussyCat, I’m beyond pleased for you and your update has given me more confidence than you could ever know.
I’ve been lurking on this thread but have my own thread about my phobia. You, and others, have been amazing at sharing stories and inspiring me. I struggled so much with the first two vaccinations and now I feel like I’ve hit a wall wrt the booster. I’m trying so hard not to think like that but, honestly, I’m making myself ill thinking about going through it all again.
My main problem, and the real difference with the booster, compared to the last two instances, is the reporting of the queues and how busy the centres are. The fact that centres are fewer now so there will be more people there, more chance of seeing someone I know, fewer volunteers and the vaccinators needing to work faster to get through everything – this to me says that I won’t get the support that I relied on the first couple of times, that they won’t have the time or resource to help me.
I’ve been beating myself up about this but one thing which occurred to me last night (my 5th consecutive night of little sleep, nightmares and waking up sobbing) is that I have come really far. Until now, I’ve been thinking that the therapy I had in the past didn’t work – that I was too phobic and nothing could help me but actually what that did was get me to a point where I can make an appointment and turn up on the day. Several years ago I just wouldn’t have done it at all. The thing is that getting there takes all I have. From that point on, I can’t support myself alone. It becomes a two-way street and I need the support of the staff to actually get me in the door and get the vaccination done. So the stress for me right now is knowing whether that support will be there but the more I read positive experiences from others, the more my confidence builds.
I completely relate to the poster upthread who said that blood tests made her act like she was possessed. This is it. It’s not really the size of the needle, or whether it will be felt at all – there’s just something about the process which flips a switch in my brain and I just cannot cope. As I’ve said on the the other thread, I would love it if I was “just” a fainter. Even a sober or a fainter. For me it’s the opposite, I start fighting to get away and cannot control this reaction.