It’s no secret that I really don’t feel my age. I mean, sometimes I physically feel my age, but, at the end of the day, I really don’t act or think as though I’m nearly 40 years old.
Still, there have been events over the last seven years that have seriously altered my engagement with life, namely getting married and having a daughter. Each step brings this entire set of experiences that I previously had not known, and that, having lived through, made me more of an adult than I had previously been. These have often been the difficult things, the things that I would never have thought that I would be able to do.
And I don’t just mean changing diapers.
It’s interesting that many of these growing experiences happen while I’m in school. I’ve heard it said that most of the lessons you learn in school don’t happen in the classroom. I suppose, also, that this is all tied to the fact that I’m no longer functioning primarily for myself, but functioning for three of us. In any case, I’m doing things right now that I really never thought that I would be doing.
Like killing creepy crawlies.
You see, I’m afflicted with the truest form of arachnophobia. When I encounter one of those wretched things, the higher functions shut down and I go into an extreme fight-or-flight response. Or, at least I did, until a few weeks ago. Karen and I moved into a new apartment at that time…a quick, three month lease to get us through the end of school. I’m not certain if the problem existed before, or if we unwittingly brought it with us along with some things that had been in storage before we moved in, but our “kill quota” for the creepy-crawlies has been upwards of 3 nightly. At first, I was reduced to a trembling ball on the sofa. Now, I’m able to engage the things head on with a bit of bravado and vacuum cleaner in hand.
The really interesting part of the progression is that it has come with exposure. Karen and I have really not wanted to involve an exterminator in this process because we don’t want unnecessary chemicals around our daughter. So, we’ve been researching a host of more natural ways to deal with these things. First, of course, came research into the kind of the little buggers we were dealing with. With that research, I learned a lot about these things that had previously led me to horrific nightmares with the briefest sighting. The more that I learned, the less I feared. The adage of “know your enemy” apparently carries a lot of wisdom.
So, at nearly 40 years old, I’m finally able to confront this phobia successfully, or at least functionally. Another learning experience behind me.
I really hope the next one is easier…