…via Oxford City Centre, two flooded roads, a missed opticians appointment and miles and miles of traffic queues.
One of my pieces of homework from last week’s coaching session was to look at myself in the mirror, long and hard, and accept to myself what I do have; what good there is about me. Herein, I now reveal two truths about myself. The first is not really a secret: I am scared of the hairdressers. Some people are scared of the dentists – not me – I like it; but take me to the hairdressers and I am petrified.
The second is something, which I guess if I’m honest with myself, I have been aware of for some time, but have been unwilling or unable to admit to myself. At 32 years of age, my hair is thinning on top. I’m not particularly happy about it, and I don’t like to think about it, but its true. It’s time I faced the truth and admitted to myself the truth.
How brave you are to stand in front of that mirror. You are 32. I am 50. You already are so far ahead of me, Thomas.
Thinning hair at 32 is not such a bad thing for an English bloke! Honestly, you’re hardly alone there.
But wow, so amazed at your self-awareness there … do you think it’s related to your fear of the hairdresser’s? If so, you’re well on the way to getting over that fear.
Good stuff! 🙂
…tho’ coupled with the fact that I don’t drink much (partly due to my epilepsy meds) it does make one think, I’m 32 now … will anyone ever find me attractive…! Maybe, me accepting this ‘truth’ will in some subconcious way help put myself more at ease with myself and do something about that? I don’t know – what would I know?!
I guess that this could be related to my fear of hairdressers (it certainly can’t do anything to help it!), but I think I was pretty well scared of them ever since I was a small boy.
I think the way that they always try and engage you in conversation might be part of it, and the finality of what they do to you too. I’ve never really been that self-confident (I’m hugely better now) but if there’s a chance that someone might do something to your appearance that might cause ridicule at school…
I still dislike going to hairdressers. I like having my hair washed but I hate the smalltalk and the discussion of What-I-Want-Done. I also hate sitting in front of the mirror trying to avoid eye-contact with myself.
My biggest phobia of all was being terrified of having to make telephone calls. I used to be terrified of receiving them as well, but that didn’t last past my first job. Making them however, I still try to avoid as much as I possibly can, unless I know the person I’m calling.