26-05-2016, 06:26 AM
I've never really been one to worry about germs, or diseases. 'Was raised near the forest. Putting dirt in my mouth was just a natural part of life. Fast forward into my teens, and early twenties, and you'd still find me eating without washing my hands. Well, I'm not like that anymore. Not more than two weeks after starting my herbal NBE program, I've become almost obsessive about cleanliness.
I probably use hand sanitizer about twenty times per day. On a good day. I have to do it when I go shopping, in the car after shopping, before eating, after eating, sometimes in the process of making food, after touching a trash can, when I touch something in public (think a magazine at a doctor's office), when I go into a public restroom (before using it), when I shake someone's hand, if I touch something that the bottom of my shoe touches (like my shoelaces), et freakin' cetera. You get the picture.
I'm a bit perplexed, to say the least. Having never been this way before until starting the herbs, I can't help but wonder if there's a connection. I'm not going to go so far as to say that this is destroying my life, but it has added a regular jungle gym of hurdles to pass through throughout any given day. For the moment, I think just understanding my problem would make it easier.
So, on that note, has anyone else experienced anything like this? I think I should also point out, embarrassing though it is, that for some bizarre reason, my mind has a death grip on the idea of getting herpes from all of these objects. I've already researched the subject to here and back, and even my GP has told me that it's impossible to get from an object, but still, the once the panic sets in, I have to sanitize.
I'm a bit clueless as to why this is exactly happening, but I do have one thought: does part of the mental rewiring from E cause one's sense of self preservation to spike? This is just a little hypothesis
I've been mulling over. Could women be a bit more hardwired to protect themselves? I mean, they're the one's walking around with the complicated side of the reproductive system. Something you'd want your instincts to make you protect, right? So, I'm just wondering if (despite the lack of a uterus and other goodies) my brain is starting to try and keep me safe, and I'm just not used to it? Just a thought.
I probably use hand sanitizer about twenty times per day. On a good day. I have to do it when I go shopping, in the car after shopping, before eating, after eating, sometimes in the process of making food, after touching a trash can, when I touch something in public (think a magazine at a doctor's office), when I go into a public restroom (before using it), when I shake someone's hand, if I touch something that the bottom of my shoe touches (like my shoelaces), et freakin' cetera. You get the picture.
I'm a bit perplexed, to say the least. Having never been this way before until starting the herbs, I can't help but wonder if there's a connection. I'm not going to go so far as to say that this is destroying my life, but it has added a regular jungle gym of hurdles to pass through throughout any given day. For the moment, I think just understanding my problem would make it easier.
So, on that note, has anyone else experienced anything like this? I think I should also point out, embarrassing though it is, that for some bizarre reason, my mind has a death grip on the idea of getting herpes from all of these objects. I've already researched the subject to here and back, and even my GP has told me that it's impossible to get from an object, but still, the once the panic sets in, I have to sanitize.
I'm a bit clueless as to why this is exactly happening, but I do have one thought: does part of the mental rewiring from E cause one's sense of self preservation to spike? This is just a little hypothesis
I've been mulling over. Could women be a bit more hardwired to protect themselves? I mean, they're the one's walking around with the complicated side of the reproductive system. Something you'd want your instincts to make you protect, right? So, I'm just wondering if (despite the lack of a uterus and other goodies) my brain is starting to try and keep me safe, and I'm just not used to it? Just a thought.