All my life fear was scolded so I learned to bury it. Then, with adolescence, it all erupted in fits of immaturity, stubbornness,ignorance and guilt. Furthermore, if I argued with my father, he would get scared, himself, which was very frustrating because I felt I had to shut down the whole argument because of his fear. Off to college, I ignored fear. When it threatened to interfere with my life, I did what I knew, I buried it. Shortly thereafter, I was on a psychiatrist’s couch.
Moral of the story, respect fear. It means something.
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