I mean phobic. A very dear friend of mine had it in the last years of her life, and to my shame I couldn't face the idea of going to see her. Same with both my parents when they had similar conditions. It's not that I'm scared of catching it or some such nonsense, it's that I'm afraid of *it,* afraid of having to confront it in someone I love, afraid of it being real and in front of me.
I also know, in my gut, beyond all reason, that I'm going to get it. I just don't know when.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
no subject
I also know, in my gut, beyond all reason, that I'm going to get it. I just don't know when.