|Posted by Admin on April 22, 2012 at 9:35 AM|
I learned something new the other day. There are rational and irrational fears. I mean, I KNEW this, but the problem was, I didn't know the difference. Let me explain.
I have had a fear of bees for a long time. When I was about 20 years old, my fear had turned into a full blown phobia, where I didn't feel safe under the covers of my own bed. I went to get help, and found a great person who helped me to overcome my fear. (Well, for the most part.) Basically, I had exposure therapy to slowly get used to bees. If I was just a little scared, I needed to try and handle it. Like I said, this all worked, so I have been pretty happy for the past year or two.
Now, here comes the problem:
At my work, there was a bees' nest outside. Most people may automatically think "okay, so, call the boss and tell them there's a problem that makes it unsafe to work". However, I felt my fear of bees taking over, and I thought it was my phobia returning. I thought "I have to try to handle this, because I'm a little scared." I tried to work through this group of about 10 bees, but I couldn't. I was so devastated, thinking that I would have to quit my job because I was too scared to work, I was in tears. Finally, I asked the person who had helped me with my fear to help me again. I was slightly surprised and VERY relieved to hear that I should call in about the nest, because it might be unsafe. I called in and explained to my boss about the situation, and they helped me to figure out the best, SAFE way to get the job done. I admitted that I used to have a phobia about bees, and my boss jokingly replied "yeah, and now it's common sense!"
What's funny is that I didn't know it was common sense. At least, not right away. I'm so used to it being ME who has to deal with things, that I couldn't see when I DIDN'T have to deal. I'm so used to having an irrational fear of bees, that I didn't recognize my body's (probably instinctive!) RATIONAL fear of a bees' NEST.
Now I know why I need people to support and coach me through things. It's because sometimes, I really, truly just don't comprehend. And if it were anyone else in my shoes, I would have told them it was an unsafe situation. I have common sense, sometimes I just don't understand it. (Try making sense of THAT statement!)