Sherri, my heart breaks for you! I think it was very brave and courageous to make that call, due to the mean things that you were told in the past. When we are young, we tend to take on what we are told by those in a position of authority as the truth. Sometimes it sticks and we carry those hurts into adulthood. I sure had some growing up.
My fears of public speaking, being ridiculed, etc. were addressed a lot in college. Now my biggest fear is stairs. Falling down last year was the worst thing in the world for me. I posted what happend on my profile, so I won't detail it greatly here, but basically, at the end of a darkened hallway, I opened the door, switched on the lights and stepped forward into an open stairwell. No rails, no nothing. To this day, if I can take the elevator I will. I don't know if I will ever get over it. I freakout over escellators too. I can go up them and hate it, but I won't go down on them. I don't know what I can do to address it. Perhaps small sets of stairs leading to bigger ones? I don't know.
Anyway, congratulations on facing that fear head on.
OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Diane. I was laughing so hard my dogs are barking at me. I have done similar things. Thank you for sharing this with us. I am sharing my sense of being relieved that I am not the only one to do this sort of thing. Oh gee!!! Oww. My stomach. Too funny. Here's my funniest faux pax so far in life:
One time, I was really, really tired in college and didn't have much sleep. I just finished finals and was exhausted from being up for days, visting my mom in a smaller town in Oregon. I went to the ATM late at night and saw someone in the dark bank He was standing to the side, like he didn't want to be seen or something. The weird thing was that he looked like he was wearing a Hawaiian shirt. I thought that robbers wore beannies but whatever. I wasn't sticking around to find out.
I didn't use the machine and called the police immediately. I told the 911 operator all I had seen as I drove away quickly, because I didn't want to get shot calling from the spot. I was across the street watching and about eight squad cars pulled up. They cased the outside of the bank, and a few minutes later they started laughing and slapping eachother on the back. I got very angry, and immediatley judged them for not being serious about such a dangerous and scary situation. They all drove off, so I went back across the street to the bank, fueled with rightious indignation. What was so funny about a bank getting robbed?
Inside the bank, I saw that the robber actually was a mannequien for their vacation giveaway! That night, I learned that I needed sleep! Sheesh!
Must go defrost turky burgers for dinner.
Love to all.