Fear of flying objects

by Katrina
(Sydney Australia)

BLOOD WARNING!! IMAGES HAVE A VERY SMALL AMOUNT IF BLOOD BUT I DONT WANT PEOPLE TO FEEL HORRIBLE AFTER SEEING THESE PICTURES!!

BLOOD WARNING!! IMAGES HAVE A VERY SMALL AMOUNT IF BLOOD BUT I DONT WANT PEOPLE TO FEEL HORRIBLE AFTER SEEING THESE PICTURES!!

So basically I have a fear of flying objects, they don't even need to be thrown towards me. This whole 'phobia' (which technically isn't a phobia since I consider it to be completely rationa) started almost exactly a year ago (November 7 I think because I recall being 6000 words into nanowrimo) when I was sitting out during PE (as always) and some random dude came and sat next to me. His friends had a plastic spray bottle with them and they where swinging it around and all that stuff and then tried to throw it at the guys chest. Now this guy was at least 16, so he was taller then me, and my head was right next to his chest. But instead of the the bottle hitting the guy, it hit me. Straight in the face, my left eye to be specific. It started bruising instantly and there was a total of 4 cuts, 2 shallow cuts on the inner corner of my eye, along with one deeper cut there as well (none of them were really shallow they were kind of deep but not even 7mm deep I guess) and also one on my eyelid that almost got to my eye. So when the nurse at my school was cleaning it she asked where the pain was and I said the putter corner of my eye, which was wrong. More on that later. Anyway, it felt like there was blood right at the top of my nose, just filling up, like when you're nose is beginning to become blocked, it was probably just swelling but I feel it every now and again. Anyway, they guy f*cked off when he was there was blood!!!! His friends however, where nice enough to stay and make sure I was alright and take me to the nurse and I knew it was a complete accident and want angry and they were freaking out more than I was. Anyway, I left school (this happened about 10 minutes before the bell and I left before everybody else came out and saw and on the way out my mum had to break up a fight between some people from my school) and went to the doctor.bp by this time the bruise was such a deep purple that it looked black. He cleaned my eye checked my vision (which was a bit blurry with no double vision and yea. But then the nurse girl person told me I could have gone blind!!!!! Of course my mum doesn't know this because she was out of the room and I wasn't going to tell her. They put an eyepatch over my eye and gave my a prescription for cream for my eye and some extra eye latched and tape. Within 10 minutes blood was starting to soak through the eyepatch. At about 7 it was still bleeding, so we went to the hospital, the doctor sucked and seemed like he was barely trained but idk who knows. Anyway, went home, stayed away from school for 2 weeks but went for a meetrng with my school councillor the Monday before I returned, and guess what? Nobody was told about it. Not the principle, not my year advisor, a few of my teachers because the kids in my class saw and told them, but no oh incident report was made. Anyway, I later realised why I felt the pain in a different area. When I was in kindergarten the same thing happened, but with a football and a smaller cut. Fun, right? Anyway, I went back to school when there was still a bruise but no Scabs or anything and this one idiot from my class decided to make fun if me, with a bruised eye. It sucks. I usually never to PE but now I can barely even sit somewhere where there's a possibility of something bejng thrown, and guess what? 14-15 year olds just love to throw things. But now when things are thrown at me I completely freak out and shake and hyperventilate and start crying. Fun. And it's so hard to explain to people who aren't in my family why I freak out because they don't know it happened. Also, teachers are witches and don't care. Also it's fun having people make fun of you when you flinch when people throw things, yay. Nobody else I know has such a severe thing if things being thrown.

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