Get over my fear of spiders

I’VE GOT THIS FEAR OF SPIDERS SO DEEP IN ME.I’M BLOCKED IF I SEE A SPIDER.MY FUNCTONS STOPS.

Like many others, I have always harbored a deep fear of spiders. My mom says that when she was pregnant with me, a huge, hairy, brown spider jumped on her stomach; she freaked out, and claims that I started moving around a lot too! A possible connection? Who knows! But I am getting better about overcoming my fear of these creatures. I am no longer scared of daddy long legs, or smaller spiders; just the big, hairy kind! I saved a daddy long leg the other week, so that’s progress :D

where have all the spiders gone? It’s winter where I live, so I expect the cold must have killed many of them by now. This goal is probably going to have to wait until spring rolls around. Phew!

I want to get over my fear of spiders so desperately. I’m the only one in my household who will go into hysterics if there’s a spider even in the next room. But how do you even begin to work on a fear that’s ingrained into you?! I don’t find the idea of spiders frightening. Over here, there relatively small and aren’t poisonous or bite. But it’s just the way they move that creeps me out. >.<

goin well! last week i walked out of the living room right next to the biggest spider i have evr seen. it had tattoos! anyway i got rid of it with a glass and envelope cause paper would NOT have worked lol. so i guess im half way there x

I’ve started by touching very old cobwebs. Even that scares me. It’s that bad… I guess I’m just scared a spider will come out of no where and jump on me.

I was actually thought I was getting over my fear when my Mum let a massive Huntsman live in our house. She was happy for him to stay because he wasn’t hurting anyone. He was little when he came and only had 7 legs so although I was scared of him at first I felt more sorry for him. We named him Charlie because Mum wanted to call him Charlotte but I was worried he was a guy and would get offended. (;D)

His favourite place was the bathroom at first. This was the worst place for me (apart from my room) because I was too scared to use it and I got REALLY sick. When I did get the courage to use the bathroom he jumped out of nowhere in the shower! I screamed louder than I ever had before and I think he got the message because he scrambled away. Meanwhile I was in shock. Later he moved into my Mum’s room because he didn’t like the steam in the bathroom.

Every now and again we’d find him all over the house searching for food but he’d always return to his home behind her T.V.

Many months later he started to get sick. His limbs became thinner and he seemed to become smaller and paler. He was looking like a different spider. We knew it was him though, with his 7 limbs…

A couple of weeks later my mum was vacuuming when we found his little shrivelled body dead on the ground. She vacuumed him that was the last I saw of him. I was actually kind of sad though…

I’d been looking forward to him going but I didn’t realise how selfish I was until he was dead.

He was just a little 7 legged spider who needed somewhere safe to stay because outside he was as good as dead. He died young due to his impairment. Maybe it was better for him that way.

It took Charlie to make me realise I needed help on my fear and that it’s only getting worse with time.

PS: Just typing this is making me feel sick.

PSS: I haven’t killed a spider in my life because that would make me feel guilty.

EDIT: The spider pictured isn’t Charlie as he was missing a leg. Just giving you an idea of how big and scary he was.

3 weeks ago I saw a huge spider crawl underneath a dresser in our bathroom. I had my husband kill it (I know, I know, but if you had seen this thing you would have had him kill it too!)

Well, yesterday I dropped a necklace behind the same dresser. I was so terrified of the possibility that there was another spider under there that I refused to even go into that room for the entire day. Mind you, I haven’t seen anything for 3 three weeks. Why I suddenly freak out today- no clue. I ended up waiting until my husband got home from work and then made him look in every corner and crevice until he could assure me that no spiders were anywhere near my necklace that was still on the floor. How pathetic is that?

Hmph… well, I think I’m conquering this one. Not really out of choice though! Since living with my housemate at uni (who is even more afraid then me of spiders, which is an achievement!) I’ve had to take control when theirs a creepy crawley lurking. Not touching it or anything, but I can now get close enough to squish it with a shoe. I don’t like killing them, it makes me feel guilty… but if it’s in the same house as me, and I’m alone (or with equally as useless people) then it’s either me or them…

I reckon my friends’ fear of spiders was imprinted on me from an early age and since then i’ve never been quite able to shake it off.

I don’t condone spider killing,

(after all it’s not their fault really and there is also the messy business of scraping their squashed carcass off whatever surface you happened to catch them on which personally i find highly disturbing),

but i rememember when i was younger i squashed a small spider on my bedroom wall and stuck a little sticky note on my wall saying R.I.P. [insert spider’s name here (yes i named it)], and felt quite distraught whenever i caught sight of it until it fell off my wall and was lost.

im a spider murderer, yes i know, disgusting, but they were chasing me i swear!