Poppy Mom

I also have PTSD and anxiety attacks. I tend to have irrational fears and woes. Even so, I don't think anyone else in the world should have to pay if I flip out over baked goods....which I've done! I one time thought my mother was trying to kill me with a chocolate cake. It wasn't a holiday or anything and we were getting along fine and my mom just came over in the middle of the afternoon unannounced with a beautiful chocolate cake. Then she acted really weird about it..."Don't give any to Caleb (our then 2 y/o) bc it's too chocolatey." "Didn't you say your husband was on a diet?" I thanked her and threw the cake out as soon as she left. I told her about my irrationality recently and she said she wasn't trying to kill me, but that she WAS trying to sabotage my size 2 figure.

You know, this story is pretty asinine. But the full coverage in the Durango explains the lady's issues a bit more. Apparently she was beat up by a neighbor several years ago when she went to take her daughters to their bus stop or something. I mean, I'm not sure I'd dig it if the neighbor kids next door rang my doorbell at 10:30 at night (then again, my neighbor kids are 2 steps away from making the state pen their new home). HOWEVER, she should have taken their apology at face value and be done with it. So, I guess what I'm saying is, I'm not going to argue with the fact that it bothered her, but her reaction to it was totally stupid and over the top. So eff her.

Oh, I can totally empathize with the panic attack. I've gone through phases of intense phone and doorknock-phobia. I just don't expect the whole world to bend over backwards to deal with my illness.

I just hope she uses some of that cash to get some effective treatment. My therapist does telephone therapy sessions. I'd be happy to share her number with Wanita Renea.

Robin, you make me feel so much more rational...I, too, know what it is like to suffer from phone and doorknock-phobia.

I suffered through an incident almost two years ago with my (then) new neighbors, who had been drinking all day, tried to OPEN my door, tried putting their key in my lock, and pounded on my door. Very late at night.

I was freaked out for days. Now, of course, we all get along, but damn, I shoulda sued, eh? Hell, I never even complained to the landlord, although the next day I gave the boys a very large, loud piece of my mind.

Christy, I lived along in not-so-great neighborhoods for a long time. That's a perfectly rational reason to be phobic of unexpected knocks on the door.

If I'd had an incident like the one you described, I would have been totally freaked out. Beyond freaked out.

If I'm home alone, I WILL NOT answer the door. If it's my hubby, he can call me and I'll let him in if he forgot his key.

It also doesn't help that I'm too short to see out of the peephole.

If I had a peephole, I'd be too short to see out of it. And even if I had a step ladder I'm too myopic or astimagmatic to focus properly.

I should live in a concrete bunker. *sigh*