no, thank heavens I have no completely unfounded panic. I just react far too extreme in situations that are beyond my control. I think it is an unfortunate combination of my experiences with an insane landlady (reason has no chance when talking with someone who's brain is slowly dissolving) and violent paretns who beat it into my subconscience that when you are at the mercy of a someone, you can be glad to get off with your life.
Both combine in my guts into: something happens that I can't control/repair myself => my landlord will freak out & I am completely at the mercy of others (the landlord/janitor/repair crew) => I'm in danger of my life.
In my head I know it's complete nonsense but I can't break through that unfortunate conditioning.
On the other hand: with 2 cases of intestinal cancer in the family I might have to undergo a surgery soonar or later and with less guts, the misguided gut feeling might get less, too
(without my gallows humour I'd propably wear a comfy white jacket with leather straps on the sleeves...)
Both combine in my guts into: something happens that I can't control/repair myself => my landlord will freak out & I am completely at the mercy of others (the landlord/janitor/repair crew) => I'm in danger of my life.
In my head I know it's complete nonsense but I can't break through that unfortunate conditioning.
On the other hand: with 2 cases of intestinal cancer in the family I might have to undergo a surgery soonar or later and with less guts, the misguided gut feeling might get less, too
