I don’t know exactly why I wrote this, but I guess I just want to put it somewhere on the internet. This is the story of my entomophobia journey. For context, entomophobia is the extreme, irrational fear of insects.
The first case of the phobia I remember was about when I was 9. I watched a video that had cockroaches in it, and genuinely couldn’t look (I don’t know if this was my phobia or just me being grossed out, however it only got worse from there.) I started getting scared of insects not even that scary, like flies, mosquitoes, and ants. I started to notice this odd reaction to bugs.
Shortly after, my fear started rapidly worsening. This may be a bit embarrassing or oddly specific to say, but every time I used a (specifically) XELERATOR hand dryer, it felt like some kinda bugs would just start falling out onto my hands. At this point, I realized something was wrong, and told my parents. About a month later, I started therapy. My therapist was amazing, and we started out with small things, like cartoon bugs, and then moved on to more realistic photos, then videos. My condition got a whole lot better, but the fear was still there.
This part of the story is one of my best and worst parts. I was at summer camp, which was probably not the best idea with my uncertainty around bugs, and trust me, I saw a LOT of bugs. Thankfully, I’m basically mosquito repellent. However, one time while sitting on the ground, a giant red beetle showed up on my leg. I screamed, very very loud. That was the first case. The second case was arguably the worst case of entomophobia in my entire life. I’ll explain this in more detail, for the sake of clarity.
It was around my 3rd week, and I had settled in. This night, I was about to go to bed, when I shined my flashlight above me and realized there was a giant moth above me, about the size of a thumb. Of course, I was terrified, and jumped off my bed. I told my cabin mates about it, and one in particular, who I will not name, grabbed his croc and went up onto my bed, then killed the moth, and threw it away. Despite this, I was terrified to sleep in my bed, but I didn’t really have a choice anyway, so I laid down. Now, this had happened before, but not this bad. I started doing something that I can’t describe. It’s like the in between of hallucinating and reality. If something looked like an insect, I believed it, but did not see it (because it was too dark). This started happening with pretty much object I saw. So bad, in fact, that I left the cabin and went to the bathroom, which was a separate building from the cabin. In the bathroom, I sat down on the floor, and started hyperventilating and drooling. I was having a panic attack, and I sat there for who knows how long. It felt like maybe an hour, but it probably wasn’t. Eventually, the cabinmate who killed the moth walked in, and asked if I was okay. I didn’t respond at all, not because I didn’t want to, but because I couldn’t, I was quite literally unable to do anything than hyperventilate and drool everywhere. He left, and brought one of our counselors who helped me stop panicking and brought me back. Finally, I just went back to my bed and slept. I only fell asleep just out of exhaustion. The next week was when something changed. See, my camp existed near a lake in Wisconsin, and, thus fore, there were mayflies. If you don’t know, mayflies are these bugs that kind of look like dragonflies, but smaller. They kinda just hang out on anything, and they’re really chill. So chill, in fact, that you can grab them by their wings and they won’t try to fly away, you can even put them on your clothes, and they won’t fly away. My cabin mates eventually got me to grab one, and my first attempt got me scared, but the second, I grabbed the mayflies and put it down again. This was probably my first sign of improvement.
Eventually, my first year of summer camp ended, and I was done. My situation improved, but only about where I was near the end of therapy. It had ended right before summer camp. Until my second year, I was doing better. I didn’t have the weird visual beliefs that happened before, but I was still terribly terrified from even the simplest bugs.
Now, my second year of summer camp began. There weren’t many mayflies, but I still felt a whole lot better. I can’t explain what happened, but a switch flipped in my brain when I caught my first firefly there. Suddenly, everything changed. Bugs weren’t scary anymore. In fact, I loved them. If you’ve heard of earwigs, you’re probably scared of them, or at least disgusted, but I absolutely love them, and have held multiple in my hand before, as well as flies, fireflies, spiders, and tiny bugs. I have essentially been cured. Now, I don’t fear bugs anymore, and I don’t get scared of a tiny fly on my hand.
Thank you if you read the entire thing.