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Phobia

Phobia

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This is the story of a boy who is suffering from a different kind of phobia which I cannot explain in just one sentence or paragraph. I Know it is quite awkward for all the people who were reading this but trust me you will feel the pain inside me. Everything was fine until or unless this disease name constipation arrived. Actually this is the first thing where everything started. From class 1 to 7th everything was fine, I had made a lot of friends, I was good in studies and all. As my father was suffering from constipation too, this was obvious that it came to me also and it happened too. I was suffering from severe constipation but still this was not the reason for my phobia, the actual reason is coming soon. I went to a doctor and he said don't worry it's just hormonal changes, take this medicine you will feel better. I took the medicine but it was quite a heavy dose, my 1 kg weight had been flushed out, it was like that. And finally this hormonal imbalance affected my face too and I got large pimples and a deep pain inside them. You will be thinking that this is normal hormonal change everyone goes through, what is different in it. Yes, it is true but sometimes this normal hormonal change takes its worst form and all you got it a big size scar on your face. Even doctors can not treat such kind of pimples I had. From that day, i was familiar with my blood. I remember one day I had pimples on my face and my parents denied me not to show it to the doctor. And it happened too. After that the most dangerous or scary thing comes in my life. And that was nothing but the big scars on my face. And now it was impossible for anyone to treat them. But I never lost hope, I always tried to treat them by myself. But it could get worse by the time. And I was again demotivated.


One day I was in a deep depression and suddenly a girl commented on me "Hii handsome". I know that she was teasing me. And it was true she was just insulting me for my ugly face. But some of my friends were there who never insulted me. But this phenomenon continued, even my parents also made fun of me. They thought that I am the one who is responsible for it. And they never took me seriously. I always tried to cure my scars and I researched a lot on dermatology. That was the last hope for curing my scars. Then I got familiar with a term, derma roller, this was nothing but a roller with hundreds of sharp needles on its surface that you had to roll on your scars. And yes it is quite painful and bloody treatment. I did the treatment by myself for 1 year. But the result was not that good. I told my father for the treatment but he refused saying that he doesn't have money for such foolish thing. But he doesn't know that how deeply this effected me and my brain. I stayed in my house for weeks and month, even if any friend tried to meet me, I told him that I was sick. I totally isolated from my friends and neighbors, I even went to college during the exam shifts only. Whenever someone commented on me I was scared sometimes, even worse I tried to commit suicide for a moment but then I thought about my parents. Then I again researched and found an acid which reduces scars at that time I didn't know enough about that acid named as "Trichloroacetic acid" named as TCA cross.

This acid was 80 percent concentrated and the acid used for scar reduction is of 25 percent. But at that time I didn't know that and I applied that 80% concentrated acid with a toothpick on my scars. And yes the effect was quite scary. Now on my face, not only the scars were present but also these dark spots of acid were created. At that time I thought I destroyed my life, I cried a lot for hours but no one was there to help me. But within just few weeks or months, my dark spots disappeared but not my scars, they were as it is. After that I put all this thing aside and started a new life. Now I am not afraid of anyone, I don't even care whatever they talk behind my back. This is the "phobia" which I was suffering from, I still sometimes had this whenever someone commented on me.


MORAL OF THE STORY: You just can not run away from situations, you have to fight against it. And always remember there has to be a cure you just need to find out that cure.


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