Saturday was super stressful with visiting the in-laws, which is always a mess. On our way home we came up with plans against the latest paranoid idea of signif’s mum and a worst case scenario. I’m happy that he’d rather chose independence in life than extra money from his mum with impossible conditions.
I knew we’d need something to take our minds off that visit so I scheduled signif’s namesday present for Sunday, with his knowledge and consent. We went bungee jumping. It was hilarious. I am terrified of heights and before I moved out, my mum tried to talk me out of it and worsened my condition a lot. She realised how bad it is and from what young age maybe a year ago? Maybe two. I am trying to battle against my acrophobia and I think I’m back to before one of our cats fell of the balcony and died. After this much exposure you might have guessed that me trying to jump off a bridge was not just something I tried for fun. I managed to get up the railing but I couldn’t take the step forward. I can’t jump from a 1m wall when standing up, let alone this. XD
But I got up and that is a huge victory for me. Also, I experienced the thing. I asked the guys providing the equipment to throw me (I wasn’t the first or the last, btw). I was shaking bad most of the time, immediately before, during and for good 5 min after. Here’s the video of it. It’s hilarious, if you ask me. I also didn’t pee myself, which I count s a small victory.
Signif loved the experience so we will try this again XD I want to manage to jump on my own. I don’t think this will cure my fear but it did help a bit in realising what my limits are.
