Omagh. Quiet, watchful, occasionally hilarious, and none of those three are much help here.
I am forty-two. I have had two needles in my adult life, both under considerable duress, and I fainted for one of them and had to be walked to a chair for the other. It started with a dental injection when I was eleven that went badly and got talked about in my family for years afterwards as a funny story, which it was not.
I have avoided it successfully for three decades. That sounds like a failure and for a long time it was just a fact — you can get through an awful lot of life without a needle if you are willing to arrange things around it. What has changed is that I now have a condition somebody wants to treat with a weekly injection, and a prescription, and a small box in the fridge behind the butter that I look at every morning.
Things I have already done: told my GP, who was decent and did not laugh. Read every guide on this site twice. Watched about nine videos, which was a mistake and set me back a fortnight.
What I would like to know from people who have got past something this old. Not tips for the moment itself — I will get to that. What I want to know is whether it is possible to do it at all when the fear is thirty-one years old and has been reinforced every year since, or whether I am going to have to go and get proper help with the phobia first before the pen is even a question. I would rather know that now than find out in six months of standing in front of a fridge.
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