Literally translates into ‘fear of telephone’, which is
pretty obvious just by breaking down the word. Anyway, it is something that I
suffer from. It’s so bad that although I’m always crying on about how I’m an
adult and should have independence, I always ask other people to make phone
calls on my behalf. For example, this morning I got my sister to ring Alton
Towers and book some tickets (I’m going in two weeks). I’ve been meaning to
call for days but I’ve been putting it off because of being scared. Ridiculous
I know.
So, what am I afraid of? Well, I’ve said before that
confidence is sometimes an issue in my life. However, I’m getting better with
that in face-to-face conversation. The problem I have when using a phone is the
fact that we cannot see each other. Most people (who have common sense) will
hear my slurred speech, see that I’m in a wheelchair and realise I’m disabled.
My concern is that the person at the end of the line will think I’m drunk or
doing a prank call. It may sound silly but my voice sounds odd if you’re not
aware that I have a condition.
This is quite embarrassing but I get butterflies the night
before I have to call someone, even if it’s a simply to book an appointment (I
realise I’ve said this before but that’s how much it affects me). Even when my
mobile rings, I panic and get nervous (unless it’s a good friend or family
member). That’s why I prefer to text/speak on the computer. It may seem
unsociable but I think you get the real me and not Mr. Shy guy. I joined online
dating because being a bundle of nerves when approaching a girl is not a good
look and getting acquainted first might help to avoid an awkward first meet but
6 months later, that plan didn’t work.
Right, I’m off to make a few phone calls. First up is Arsène
Wenger. I’m going to tell him to (pardon my French) passer un peu FUCKING de
fric. Oops…
Bye for now!
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