It’s been bitterly cold in NYC the past few days, and in the family-friendly Upper West Side, this has been a common sight:
The plastic-covered baby carriage
On an intellectual level, I realize the plastic covers serve a useful purpose, shielding the child inside from the cold, snow and rain.
But my claustrophobic mind registers only one panicked thought…
He’s smothering! Get that poor kid out of there!!
Sorry. All better now.
It does makes me wonder — would my fear of small spaces have been averted if my mother had used such a baby carriage when I was young? Will children today whose mothers use such contraptions have less of a chance of developing claustrophobia?
For their sake, I hope so.
Some good should come out of being publicly shrink-wrapped.
Tight spaces
I am claustrophobic.
Riding the elevator to the top of the St. Louis Arch. Getting an MRI for a shoulder injury. Or simply being crowded into the corner of the elevator by one too many people.
But I never thought a facial would freak me out.
I was at a salon today over lunch — indulging in said facial, thanks to a birthday gift card from a generous friend — and the technician completely covered my face with a solid wrap, leaving only a small slit for my mouth.
Needless to say, I panicked.
Once I explained my phobia, she offered to leave a slit for my nose as well. I still couldn’t see, but I did deep breathing and mind games to remain calm. Not exactly the soothing experience I had in mind…but hey –
My skin looks fabulous!
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