Saturday, March 14, 2015

Re-discovering My Inner Sissy

Despite a shy, somewhat solitary childhood, I don't consider myself a fearful person.

Even though some residual shyness lingers within, I am pretty brave about stepping out of my comfort zone.

I can give a speech to a ballroom full of people without breaking a sweat.

The Today Show once asked me to be the voice of reason between a producer of television action series and a religious-right pastor screaming at each other about the impact of television on children as Matt Lauer kept an uneasy order. No problem.

During my clinical internship, a patient pulled a knife on me. I didn't betray a flicker of fear, though my heart was pounding. I told him to put the knife on the table. He did. I took it and dropped it into a file cabinet beside my chair, pushing the lock. Then I looked him in the eye and asked in a level voice: "Now what was that about?" He smiled sheepishly.

Later on, while working as a therapist in a psychiatric clinic, I confronted a rampaging new patient who was screaming and throwing chairs in the waiting room. I put my hand on her arm and asked her what she was so afraid of. She crumpled into tears in my arms.

But mention the word "snake" and my courage deserts me. I shake and fan myself with trembling hands, aghast that one may be nearby.

I revisited my fearful persona the other day when Bob poked his head into my writing casita. "I just went to take the trash cans out to the curb," he said. "And there is a rattlesnake in our trash enclosure. Between the trash cans."

My heart raced. I buried my face in my hands.

"I'm going to get the hoe and kill it," he said.

"Ohhhhh...." I said, cringing.

I would like to say that I sprang up, putting my fears aside, to help my spouse do battle with the rattlesnake. But no....I stayed rooted at my computer, creeped out in my casita with the door firmly closed. I considered locking it and drawing the drapes just in case Bob came to show me his trophy. But he didn't. He merely asked if I would like to come take a look. I shook my head vigorously.

"I don't want to because I can't then un-see it!" I muttered.

Nodding, he gathered the snake up, put it in the trash can and wheeled it to the curb.

Then, hoe in hand, he search the yard -- back and front -- for more snakes. There were none.

And I stayed holed up in the casita for a few more hours, feeling a little ill, a little faint and very foolish and ashamed of myself. Okay, so a rattlesnake, a viper, is especially scary. Most reasonable people would steer clear of one. But I would have been nearly as creeped out over a harmless snake.

We all have our limits, to be sure.

Pat, my friend since childhood, reassured me via email -- as I sat rooted in the casita -- that lots of people fear snakes. She never did because she had some as pets when she was young. "Is it because you think they're slimy?" she asked. "Or you're afraid they will bite you? Snakes aren't slimy at all. They feel very muscular and leathery...and they usually just want to get away from people."

I shuddered: "I just find them repulsive."

Pat wondered if it might be a behavior I learned from my mother. I thought about it. My mother, who grew up on a Kansas farm, was pretty down to earth and fearless when it came to creatures of all types. And I couldn't have learned my fear from my brother, even when he pulled one of his most memorable pranks ever when we were both in our early teens and still living at home

I was sitting in a chair by the fireplace, happily reading, when I felt something brush against my cheek and slither over my shoulder and down my arm. It was a five foot python -- a huge snake that my brother had just bought with his paper route money and brought home as a pet. I levitated instantly from chair to mantel, screaming myself into an altered state of consciousness and scaring the snake -- whose name was George -- nearly as much as he scared me. He wrapped himself around a leg of the chair and wouldn't let go.

And that was my last sighting of George for his entire tenure at our home. I refused to go near his cage at the back of the yard, even though my sister Tai, ten years younger, would happily tag along after Michael and watch as he fed live mice and rats to George. Just the thought of that snake, not to mention his feedings, filled me with revulsion.

But I obviously had this fear before... or Michael would never have introduced his pet to me in quite that way.

I'm just hard-wired to dislike snakes.

There are a few other contenders -- like the lizards dashing across my path most days as I walk from our house to my casita or the skunks who wander through our yard at night on their way to the golf course across the street. Have you ever noticed how skunks undulate as they walk? Disgusting!

But snakes -- only snakes -- cause me to melt down to utter helplessness.

Pat told me that she overcame her fear of spiders by asking the science teacher at the school (where both were teaching) to tell her more about them and, the more she learned, the less afraid she became.

I don't want to learn more about rattlesnakes. I just want to avoid them.

Which is a trick here in the Arizona desert.

Snakes, lizards and skunks, oh my! They are native to this little area of paradise.

To be honest, though, this was the first rattlesnake we've seen on our property in our five years here. So it isn't a constant threat.

And maybe an occasional melt-down over a snake is okay.

Maybe letting my inner sissy loose over something like a snake lets me be stoic in the face of things more out of my control but of deep concern, those bigger, scarier things like the chaos in Washington, the rise of ISIS in the Middle East, the threats of nuclear war or global warming...or, more immediately, the life-changing and life-threatening illnesses we see in neighbors all around us in our over-55 community.

Maybe the more minor, if heart-fluttering, fears are just a reminder that, as brave as we think we are about most things in our adult lives, there are areas of vulnerability.

"I'm sorry I was such a sissy about the snake," I told Bob later. "I'm sorry I wasn't more helpful."

He grinned. "It's okay," he said. "No reason to be ashamed. I couldn't bear the thought of getting up in front of a big crowd of people to make a speech..."

We all have our fears..and our areas of strength, our brave selves and our inner sissies. Being in touch with both is, at once, reassuring and humbling.


  1. Like your husband, I would rather face a room full of snakes over facing a room full of people and being expected to speak. If the lectern were quite high, I would just be unconscious. We all do have our Kryptonite.

  2. HA HA ----Love this post because I can relate... I can get up in front of a group and talk or perform or whatever and never be afraid... I have an audio of me playing a difficult clarinet solo at a band concert when I was 17 years old. Had NO fear....

    BUT---I also am afraid of snakes (any kind --since I don't know them apart).. I also hated those old flying roaches when I lived in Texas. I don't like rats... Guess my fears are with some of the smaller critters out there... I hike where there are bears --with no fear at all... SO---wonder why?????? ha ha


  3. Yes, we all have our fears, probably from way back when. I see few snakes, we don’t usually have any, but a rat would frighten me and make me screech.

    I am also terrified of people fighting and loud noises, I do know the reason why. But civilised people I can face any day, have often enough talked to a hall full of them, so long as they don’t shout at me.

    I suppose what you are saying is that we should accept our fears and foibles, be aware of our strengths; perhaps learn from both and make ourselves comfortable in our skin.

    I once had a boa given to me to hold by an Indian boy at a roadside in India, they are actually warm and very dry. I gave it back quite quickly, though.

  4. Oh, I'm so with you! Snakes and roaches reduce me to a screaming mess. I can handle bulls, wild horses, rowdy 6th graders...but snakes....EEK!!!

  5. You're right about us all having our fears. I'm very edgy driving over bridges, but I also share the snake one with you. I'm pretty sure mine comes from my grandmother's fear of snakes; I remember it well. And they move quickly and startle me. Rattlers would be especially frightening because unlike our garter snakes they can do some real harm. No, I'm on your side with this one!

  6. I am right there, and I mean RIGHT. THERE. with you on this one. I hate them all and I fear them all. AND, I don't care why, I just do. LOL A friend told me once that he could help me with my fear of those nasty things. I declined telling him that I was perfectly fine not liking them.

  7. Snakes are so fast when they want to be. I also don't like them. Some people pray to them and keep constrictors in cages with a chicken so when it wants to eat there is live food. Ugh!
    Skunks apprently make very good pets after being descented They are better than cats. Pepe le pieu always comes to mind and he is such a romeo lol

  8. Dear Kathy, like you, I'm not nervous when speaking before a group, but oh snakes. I grew up on a farm and there were copperheads lying in the sunlight out in the pastures and water moccasins in the creek. Why did I fear them so? Like you, I don't know, but to this day they send a frisson of fear through my heart when I see one. As a fan of Harry Potter, I think J. K. Rowling couldn't have found a better frightening thing to be the companion of Lord Voldemort than the snake Nagini. Peace.

  9. I think we'e all entitled to one irrational fear, Kathy, and being afraid of snakes when some could kill you isn't very irrational. I've never actually seen a snake in the wild, but a big spider can still send me out of my chair with a shudder.