<p>I just had another breakdown over this, and I don’t know what to do. Or rather, I know what I SHOULD do but I don’t know if I can do it.</p>
<p>I am phobic of bugs–insects, I suppose, but spiders and flies and ladybugs and stinkbugs (and so on) are all equally feared, so the scientific term seems inadequate. I think this may be a psychological illness as I haven’t “grown” out of it, nor do my parents’ repeated logical explanations work. I KNOW that these little critters can’t hurt me, but seeing one instantly freezes me and I panic. Ironically, when we had some mice living in our chimney, my father didn’t tell me because he was afraid I’d freak out like I do over bugs–but my response, when I found out, was “eh.” Mice aren’t scary at all; stinkbugs (and those millipede-esque-wall-clinging things) are terrifying.</p>
<p>I’ve tried self-treatment, forcing myself to work up the nerve, and have gotten to the point where I can kill houseflies by spastically wielding a flyswatter, if no one else is home (i.e. the fear of being around it outweighs the fear of approaching/killing it). But as if to balance this small victory, I’ve become MORE panicky around stinkbugs and the such. I talked to a counselor at my school’s Wellness Center once; she offered to recommend me a psychiatrist (psychologist? I’ve no idea) but I don’t know how my parents would feel about that. Mental illness is still utterly stigmatized in my ethnic community and I don’t think phobias are even considered illnesses–just irrational childhood quirks. Deep down, I don’t know how much therapy would even help, and it seems especially selfish to spend money on unnecessary medical treatment in this economy.</p>
<p>Yet, I can’t keep living like this. I’m afraid to go to college because of infestation rumors/anecdotes, even if the school is otherwise a first choice. And I know, logically, that is utterly irrational too. If I do seek therapy, could I get a medical waiver out of such situations (e.g. immediate room changes)? This phobia is affecting my life choices now and I feel like it’s spiraling out of control. But it’s just a fear, all in my mind, and I’ve always had so much control over myself. I tell myself, usually after a particularly difficult encounter (it’s a stressful time for me right now, which doesn’t help), that I’ll get help. And I never do. So I guess I’m writing this now, and hitting “Submit” before I can change my mind, because I can’t continue like this. I can’t afford it emotionally, I certainly don’t want to, but by all accounts I will.</p>
<p>Heartfelt thanks in advance.</p>