#apotemnophobia

[buggyboyf]

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[duckwithaknife84]

Having a phobia fucking sucks because wdym my comfort youtuber said the word “amputated” and now ive been scared to watch him for days

[tphobias-blog]

Apotemnophobia, n. the fear and/or dislike of amputees or persons with amputations. #apotemnophobia #amputees #amputation #amputate #phobia #TPhobias

[ask-phobia-sanses]

Apotem!!!! (Apotemnophobia) Fear of amputations ~mod nerdy

[sparklesemen]

lowk sick to my stomach, I have the most unavoidable and stupid phobia

[kaesokrupp]

I imagine I’m adding to an already existing stack of paper but I thought to write down this feeling I just had. Not because it’s much unique but because it feels bland to me.

A popping noise, the kind you hear when something scratches along a rough texture and some air pocket is created, materialises behind me. I sit in the kitchen and the only meanwhile items behind me are the window and kitchen appliances. I doubt any cabinet could make such a noise and I doubt any cookery had fallen inside the cabinets to make the noise. I feel some weird sense of dread, I turn my head and witness my head shorter than it normally is. I sit in a new chair, recently acquired and shorter than the previous set, hence the visage in the mirror is at a lower level, with the window sill decapitating my head from my body in the image.

The paranoia melts away, I don’t care if demons, spawn, or any other assortment of energy pushed into motion tried to disturbe me. Hence I write start writing this, as soon as I begin, the oven starts whirring, I had began cooking but I hadn’t as so much expected any sort of clogging in the ventilation of the oven. Even with my firm head, hunched back and headphones that drown noise, I hear the pop again. This time it’s nearer, yet somehow deep. As if it came from inside the walls to my left. I’d like to think that if this place had been built at the rough period of modernisation, that a mason hired could’ve potentially found himself trapped in the walls. Or liberated as the mice have found themselves. I wander my mind still and it all starts to calm, yet I still feel lightheaded.

I can’t stop myself from fixating over the pop noise, it reminds me of a cartoonish scene of popping off a limb, and honestly I’ve had not the most unsubtle dreams lately of losing my head. Albeit I wouldn’t mind turned into one of those jar heads, as gaudy as they are there’s a certain charm. The most human element, the most charming element, if I were to dehumanise the world I’d probably begin by sanding all the glares, grimaces and expressions off people’s faces.