Up until my junior year in high school (when I started taking Paxil), I was terrified of the phone. Wouldn't answer it. Definitely wouldn't dial it. Didn't even like talking to people I knew on it. My dad used to do these sadistic "exposure therapy" things, where it was like, "Either you order the pizza or you don't get to eat tonight." Which always ended up in my crying hysterically, my dad screaming about how this was NOT a big deal and I was just being OBSTINATE, and me going to bed hungry. >:(
I don't know if it was the pills or growing up or what, but I'm totally over it now. If somebody had told me when I was 16 that by 23 I'd be making my living answering phones all day, I probably would have KILLED MYSELF.
Anyway... sorry for Personal Story Time. Congrats on making the order! It gets easier with practice. :)
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Date: 2007-10-31 11:18 pm (UTC)I don't know if it was the pills or growing up or what, but I'm totally over it now. If somebody had told me when I was 16 that by 23 I'd be making my living answering phones all day, I probably would have KILLED MYSELF.
Anyway... sorry for Personal Story Time. Congrats on making the order! It gets easier with practice. :)