Awake and up all night

Siiiiiiiiigh I have never understood the logic of forcing someone fearful into a traumatic situation.

Surely the lack of control the fearful person already has is a huge clue to that approach embedding and reinforcing the fear? 

So sorry you have had this for so many years. As a child I was fearful of moths. One evening an aunt, uncle, and their three kids closed and held the door of our dinning room shut. There was a glass partition and they all glued themselves to the windows to laugh hysterically at me and the also trapped moth.

I couldn't understand at the time why it was alright for them to do this and still think it cruel.

I now think moths are beautiful ... even though I got the fright of my life one night, dashing in to the loo, pulling the light cord switch and getting butt onto pot at same time ... which startled a hitherto unseen ENORMOUS almost black moth on the light bulb which swooped toward my head.

Cheers

Hey, you're the jam in the sandwich, the best bit

Cheers 

Jesus wept, Shimmer. I shared your terror of moths and although it's mostly conquered now I still have my moments.

Those relatives were sadistic! xxx

Some people's cruel is another's entertainment. Society redraws the lines for acceptable behaviour after enough damage has been done. Humans are a caring lot...eventually.

The moth incident makes assessing priorities a rapid process .  I had a hornet which visited my cubicle on a campsite in Northern Italy. There was a rapid curtain call to my performance, an appropriate exclamation as I vacated then, well,  consequences were dealt with. 

It must be the Lucozade acting like a truth drug. xxx  

I laughed  

Did the hornet sting you? xxx

No. It sounded very angry. Roughly translated, I think it was saying 'kinell, give me oxygen.' 

 Parts of your life resemble a Carry On film Ray, and now I'm picturing you looking like Bernard Breslaw! Sorry, again xxx

I remember looking at them, I knew I couldn't get out but was also thinking 'I am not going to dance or perform for you'. The other door, into the kitchen, was blocked. There was a cabinet with a drop down door that became a shelf to work on, but when down, prevented the kitchen door being opened. My mother was working in it, probably buttering a loaf she had toasted for everyone's supper but I believed if I asked calmly she would open the door.

So I suppose I coped thinking they couldn't actually keep me there for their amusement indefinitely.

Cheers

Still awful hon. I hope you cut them out of your life or at least got revenge. I would have xxx

Lol. Not quite. From some angles I look a bit like the late Max Mosely of F1 association. At a pub near Silverstone a decade ago, a stranger came to my table thinking I was he. He then apologised, when I said 'Who?  I looked up MM on the interweb and found some photos which did show a resemblance. Personalities and wealth vastly different though. Bernard Breslaw was a dear.  xxx