I never realized how squeamish I was until 10th grade, learning about the human heart. I got so sick, my handwriting got worse and worse in my notes, and then stopped because I couldn't hold the pencil. My wrists felt sensitive and frail. I wanted to smack my head against the desk. I wasn't going to puke, I felt I was going to pass out at any second.
I always thought that people who got sick in health class or biology class were stupid or weak. But then it happened to me, and I couldn't help it. And no one else was affected. A video about a girl breaking her arm got to me when it came to the healing process involved.
And it's stupid. Really stupid, because I can talk about gore all day long. *I* can. But something like an academic lecture about heart valves? Um.
I made this diagram so maybe the non-squeamish people can get a sense of how I feel when I get enervated by talk of blood. And it's pretty much always academic or medical talk that gets to me.
I suppose I have an overactive imagination. It bothers me, I think, because I start thinking about me and my blood and how it is pumping away in my veins and, oh dear...
A thread came up about vampires and blood loss. I could answer the questions, because I've donated blood before and I read the pamphlets. But as I wrote on, I started getting the above symptoms. I had to bow out. I keep peeking into the thread, but each time I do, I get sick again. Never been such a problem.
Now, me, I loved dissecting in high school. Except for the worm dissection because worms are just gross. I loved cutting up the frog legs. I could shove my whole arm into a dead sheep in real life. I don't mind getting my blood drawn at a clinic. (Last time I donated blood was a bit different, though.) But lordy, I can't handle someone else talking about it.
It sucks, one of my favorite things is gore. I like looking up those old medieval torture methods and devices. But halfway through an article listing and describing various tortures, I'm so badly affected I can't function. I have to go lay down... for a few hours. Pretty stupid, huh?
I always thought that people who got sick in health class or biology class were stupid or weak. But then it happened to me, and I couldn't help it. And no one else was affected. A video about a girl breaking her arm got to me when it came to the healing process involved.
And it's stupid. Really stupid, because I can talk about gore all day long. *I* can. But something like an academic lecture about heart valves? Um.
I made this diagram so maybe the non-squeamish people can get a sense of how I feel when I get enervated by talk of blood. And it's pretty much always academic or medical talk that gets to me.
I suppose I have an overactive imagination. It bothers me, I think, because I start thinking about me and my blood and how it is pumping away in my veins and, oh dear...
A thread came up about vampires and blood loss. I could answer the questions, because I've donated blood before and I read the pamphlets. But as I wrote on, I started getting the above symptoms. I had to bow out. I keep peeking into the thread, but each time I do, I get sick again. Never been such a problem.
Now, me, I loved dissecting in high school. Except for the worm dissection because worms are just gross. I loved cutting up the frog legs. I could shove my whole arm into a dead sheep in real life. I don't mind getting my blood drawn at a clinic. (Last time I donated blood was a bit different, though.) But lordy, I can't handle someone else talking about it.
It sucks, one of my favorite things is gore. I like looking up those old medieval torture methods and devices. But halfway through an article listing and describing various tortures, I'm so badly affected I can't function. I have to go lay down... for a few hours. Pretty stupid, huh?
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