Pokefan_1987
Avid Pokemon TCG Card collector.
Good thing european countries like Iceland (my country) don't have a bloody biology classes with knivesI never had any real interest in biology and only took it in high school because I had no other choice as it was required for graduation. This caused a lot of problems for me. First I didn’t want to dissect animals because I thought it was cruel and inhumane and against my beliefs and because I heard how they used to kill those poor frogs which horrified me. My family didn’t understand that I did not want to do it out of my own morals and forced me to do it which made me start to believe that having your own beliefs was wrong and that you should only do whatever everyone else is doing because whatever you believe in yourself will always be wrong. My family thought it was because I didn’t “understand death” and was afraid of it. I wasn’t afraid of death and I understood it. I went to a couple of wakes by that point and saw a body made up by a mortician and I didn’t scream and get emotionally upset whenever I saw roadkill which is very common in my area. I’ve seen a lot of deer that had been hit by cars that it’s nothing to me now whenever I see one.
Biology also traumatized me and made me develop a full blown phobia and panic attack because of the seniors’ stupid prank that year. The teacher had these taxidermy models in the classroom which always made me uncomfortable whenever I had to look at them but they were mostly out of sight so I was okay. Then the prank happen which involved the animals being moved around and placed where they didn’t belong and I felt uneasy but managed to mostly ignore them until I looked up and saw the turtle attached to the ceiling directly above my seat and that’s when the screaming started. I just kept freaking out and hyperventilating that I had to be removed from the classroom and I refused to go back in for days because I was terrified that the turtle was still there. It was really awful and the worst part was how its neck was stretched out looking up when it was on the shelf which meant those horrible eyes were looking directly at me which made it even worse. Sometimes when I close my eyes, I still see that thing staring at me. Ever since then I panic at the sight of taxidermy or even the mention of it. Even a short part of a Simpsons episode involving taxidermy made me freak out.
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