I wonder if anyone but me has a loved one (whose identity I will guard with my life) who suffers from a little known fear I have chosen to call Trashcanaphobia. Maybe it is not your loved one. Maybe it is you. See if any of this sounds familiar. Sufferers of Trashcanaphobia inexplicably leave all sorts of things – used Splenda packets, or even running shoes, for instance – on otherwise spotless kitchen counters for hours on end or until a codependent loved one moves them. Here’s the definitive part of the diagnosis: and all the while with the trash can only a few feet away. After watching this strange phenomenon for a matter of years (I’ll not say exactly how many), I have come to the conclusion that said sufferer cannot help it. Said sufferer obviously has a terror of trash cans.
Here is a recent documentation of this little-explored and afore unexplained phenomenon:
This very morning, my mind was even further expanded concerning phobias when Melissa’s cell phone dropped in the middle of rich conversation as it does every single morning. I called her back and got the usual voice mail, then about 10 minutes later like clockwork she rang my line. I answered the phone with, “I bet anything your cell battery was dead.”
“Yep, it was.” (It almost always is.) “Colin told me yesterday that he can come up with no further explanation for why I constantly have a dead battery except for an undiagnosed fear of phone chargers.”
So, that’s two of them in our family at least. We’ll call that one “Cellchargaphobia.” I think my daughters told you several years ago that I have a phobia of unfried foods. We’ll call it “Unfriedaphobia.” I’ve gotten some victory over it the last few years but it is still my phobia of choice.
So, please say it’s not just the Moores. Any odd family phobias out there?
PS. We’re having fun here today. Those in a mood to take themselves too seriously will want to find a different blog for the next 24 hours. You are dearly loved but we’ll talk to you later in the week.
I have foldaphobia, which results in clothes that ever live in laundry baskets, and raw-meat-aphobia, which results in over-sanitizing the hands and kitchen surfaces during and after cooking.
Well, hello twin! I, too, have foldaphobia! Trying to get better but let’s face it- the shirt looks the same on whether I got it out of a laundry basket or out of the dresser drawer!
And Rawmeataphobia! I can’t touch it. I use tongs to pick up even frozen chicken. Just can’t do it….
We also have trashcanophobics in our house…and our trash can is even closer to the counter than yours! But we also have trashcollectorphobia so we miss trash collection at least once (out of 2) per week.
I def. have rawmeataphobia – last night I made ground beef patties using two large spoons rather than touch the meat.
I must also have drawer/closetophobia because my clothes also live in laundry baskets – only difference is that mine are usually folded while there….
Although I was in the mcuh too “serious” category today, this excellent blog post has rescued me! I’m feeling much less alone in my laundry habits!!! Four boys + two adults = mountains of laundry that multiplies over night!!!
Jesus SERIOUSLY loves you today, my darling Emily. Let Him take on that serious burden for a minute and you just feel some relief in Him. Laughter is good medicine indeed. So glad you dropped in.
Wow! I too have rawmeataphobia! I wear disposable latex gloves so I don’t have to touch the chicken when I trim every miniscule drop of fat from it 🙂
SO fun to know others have it!
I had to laugh at the trashcollectorphobia – we seem to have that one at our house too! Our garbage makes it to the curb usually twice out of the month.
We also have a trashcanophobic – I tell her to put something in the garbage and come back later and it’s laying on the floor literally IN FRONT OF THE GARBAGE CAN!
LOL Too funny!!
Ray charles way to go cute
Amanda, I have the same issue, foldaphobia, which is why my husband does the laundry! I am just too busy doing other things to remember their is laundry in the dryer to fold!
Similiar to Foldaphobia, I suffer greatly from sockphobia. I just cannot get myself to match those darn suckers. Instead they lie in the basket waiting to be rescued. Maybe it is the saddness that my load always results is a few orphans who no longer have a match. Maybe I’m protecting their hearts by keeping all socks from pairing up.
I conquered my sockphobia by creating a lonely socks club. Anybody without a mate when the folding is done goes to a special laundry basket in the linen closet to socialize and maybe one day find true love again.
A lonely socks club! Now why didn’t I think of that? I always believed that socks dissolved in the wash and every now and then, one didn’t reconstitute in the spin cycle.
My laundrybasketaphobia makes it difficult to take the neatly folded clothes out of the basket and find a place for them in drawers or closets.
We also have a dishwasherphobic in our house who piles dirty dishes everywhere but in the dishwasher and whose trashcanaphobia carries over to recycling bins and results in messy piles of paper everywhere.
Thanks for making my heart lighter, Beth — :>)
ok…i like the idea of a lonely socks club! at least that would get those poor ‘soles’ off of my red sofa!!!
There is only one problem with the lonely socks club — you eventually have to go back and see if there are any matches in there. 🙂 When we moved last year, my lonely socks club went off to goodwill. I’m TERRIBLE!!
I now feel the need to tell you about the other phobias in my home. Curtis suffers from bookshelf-phobia, Jackson suffers from the phobia of going 5 minutes without a snack, and Annabeth is currently suffering from nap-aphobia.
Yes, my 2 year old also suffers from the phobia of not having snacks. My husband and I have discussed this at length and have come to the conclusion that she also suffers from Lack-of-Dora-phobia, the fear of not being able to watch “Dora the Explorer” at least once a day.
Ava and Nina have that same snack phobia!
This is great!! I thought I was the only one who suffered from rawmeataphobia!! I try to avoid raw meat at all costs! And if I can’t, I get out the rubber gloves!! : ) And I definitely have a loved one who suffers from trashcanaphobia!
HAHA Jackson and I have similiar snacking patterns!
My Owen is a fellow sufferer of snackphobia. He is a four year old bottomless pit. My husband suffers from a debilitating case of poopydiaperphobia. When he finds himself in the situation of having to deal with one, it can induce dry heaving and panic attacks.
We need to start a foldaphobics support group.
Yes, it appears to be among our top three.
I would definitely join the group! I think all 4 of my children suffer from trashcanaphobia~I just didn’t realize it had a name!
Noogs, remember when I told you that had a problem with chicken but then later revealed that I only ever roast my chicken and never boil it because it makes me ill-thereby revealing I actually had the same phobia…?! I love you!
BUT, the real question is, do you love your MOTHER? Btw, a Siesta asked me if I had gotten up on the counter and taken that one picture and I let her know that indeed YOU took the pictures for me and aren’t they artsy?
I was seriously wondering the same thing.. HA! I was very appreciative at the tenacity to prove your point to us that it must’ve took to get that shot.. LOL! LOVE THAT 🙂
Oh…to know there are others, like me with foldaphobia. It’s so encouraging…..I’m not alone!!!!
Jules, yet another thing we have in common. 🙂 It is actually quite freeing knowing I am not alone in my foldaphobia!
Beth, worse than trashcanaphobia may be my loved one’s ItCanStillHoldMoreaphobia, where the trash can in our kitchen (at already overflowing capacity)cannot under any circumstance be emptied into the “Big Green Garbage Can” outside until empty cereal boxes and other post-consumer waste begins to pile up on the kitchen counter. This phobia usually strikes on Thursday morning … after the garbage men have already made their rounds for the week.
oh I am rolling on the floor laughing at this one..we have it too at our house..surely it can hold more..surely someone will take it out…and as I write both cans are over flowing..hahaha,
My foldaphobia is SO severe a few weeks ago a friend folded clothes for me that had been there since the last time I wore them in the summer/fall 2009!
I have those, too!!
I think I must have a draweraphobia because I like getting our clothes folded, sorted, and stacked neatly in baskets, but it is so darn hard to get them into the drawers. So alas, our laundry also tends to live in the baskets.
I think your family is blessed to have a raw-meat-aphobia on hand. Every once in a while I wonder what might be lurking in our kitchen because I’m not more careful than I am. Poor children.
I have foldaphobia too! In fact, I have a large laundry basket full of clean clothes in the next room that I conveniently sat out to fold while watching “my programs” (as my grandmother would say). Needless to say, my programs are over and now I’m on the computer and the basket with the clothes are exactly how I left them.
My children have gotten so trained that when they need something they automatically open the dryer FIRST to find what they need. LOL!
I LOVE this! I have been reading this dear blog for only a few short weeks, but I tend to come to it when I want to be inspired, give me a direction to study in the word, remember what God can do with a surrendered life, ….or to go fold my laundry and charge my cell phone for fear of being tagged with “foldaphobbia” and “cellchargaphobia”!
It is so refreshing to know that I am not alone in the foldaphobia especially when it comes to socks…don’t get me started. I think I have more of a putawayphobia when it comes to the rest of the clothes. I think it’s because I am alone in the world of laundry in my home. I have no problem washing and drying then I think somewhere after that the owner of the other clothes should take over. Am I alone in this one? I pray not.
I totally have raw-meat-aphobia! I’m crazy about it!
You are not the only one!!!!!
Trashcanaphobia is definitely alive and well in my home. I think there’s a related, but definitely separate phobia here, too, called laundrybasketaphobia. I suffer from shoerackaphobia, as well as having a strong vacuum-cleaner allergy (it’s not a fear, just an allergic reaction).
yes, laundrybasketphobia-why does it have to be so close yet not quite in?
Beth,
My husband also has trashcanaphobia and also laundrybasketaphobia. Why in heaven’s name can’t he put dirty clothes in the laundry basket located approximately 6 feet away? He leaves a trail and it looks like a lizard has shed his skin. He doesn’t seem to understand that clean clothes equals laundry basket!
Thanks for sharing, makes me feel better!
Love ya,
Rhonda
Same here! My husband’s clothes land on top of and beside the hamper…everywhere but IN it… and he hangs his clothes on the wooden “gingerbread” around the window seat instead of IN THE CLOSET 19 INCHES AWAY! What is that? Hamperaphobia and Closetophobia…. is there medication?
Amen! And again I say, Amen! We suffer from the same disease!
Its a guy thing or they where never train to pick up after them self.because I have boys who throw their clothes on the floor and I warn them to pick up after them self or go to their room to help them to remember
to pick after them self.They are in training so if they
choose to marry they will be a blessing to their wife
by picking up after them self.
Clutteraphobia. I lived with a close relative for years who operated with a foot and a half of cabinet space in the kitchen. Needless to say, I have gone the other way and nothing sits on my cabinets. At Christmas, my housemate put a lovely Christmas scene on one of the cabinets. I was okay for about 3 weeks, then it started encroaching into my space and I couldn’t breathe. By the time it was taken down and put away, I was verging on a coniption fit.
So THAT’S how you spell coniption fit!!!
My household harbors cleansurfaceaphobia. If I clean off a surface (deep freezer, dryer, desk, tiny table beside easy chair) can I honestly say minutes later? Yes, I think I can – minutes later it is covered by the trashcanaphobiacs, can’tdistributemailaphoiacs and foldaphobiacs. Wish I had pics – thank you Beth. Really needed a laugh today.
I can’t believe there is someone else out there that has “coniption” fits (this was the first time I’ve seen it in writing). This is going to make my family know I’m not alone. They think I’m the only one.
My unnamed loved one that I’ve been married too (oops) for 22 years has a Cupboardphobia. His phobia does not allow him to close a cupboard. Shortly after our honeymoon I learned this, which I shared with his mother, who then responded with, “Oh, he never closes anything he opens.” Hmmm…should there be a questionnaire for soon to be husbands (or wives to be fair) that should be completed about phobias they have that could cause a spouse to possibly freak out?
Just thinking….
My husband has the same cupboard phobia!
I was scrolling through the comments waiting to see if this phobia would be mentioned. My dear husb…I mean loved one has the exact same phobia. One day I was at his older sisters house explaining this phenomena to her. As I turned around and looked in her kitchen guess what I saw? She too suffers from the same phobia. Definitely a family thing. 🙂
I too hate clutter! with a family of 5 I have had to put it in check as not to wear them out and I have settled for making sure my kitchen island is cleaned off before I go to bed. I have several friends with the meat phopia and I just don’t get how they change dipers with out a thought of how gross that is but they will freak out with meat.
I laughed out loud when I saw that measuring tape between the orange peel and the trash can 🙂 There is just such a sufferer in our family, too, and I’m glad to finally have a term for it! 🙂
It is MIND NUMBING how similar your “family member” and my “family member” are. His (or her – I’m not saying) manifests itself in the area of the QTip. They sit in a nice little neat stack on his (or her..ahem) side of the bathroom. Nas.Ty.
Amanda, unlike you, I don’t suffer from foldaphobia. I suffer from putupaphobia. So my laundry sits FOLDED NEATLY in laundry baskets forevah.
I also suffer from unloadthedishwasheraphobia, but I’m convinced that’s one of the main reasons the good Lord gave me kids. Amen.
me too! it ebbs and flows, but sometimes putting it up is the worse part for me :O) which is crazy because I like to have everything in the place it goes when I can but some days I am just “over it” I guess!
Amen sister. That’s my girls job too. Dishes are clean waitin’ on 3pm right now. LOL
love seeing that sweet face on here, emptying the dishes is Dave’s job and he usually does it first thing in the morning – just love him!
Yes! My man does the same thing–with his Qtips! I am so glad you shared that tid-bit….I don’t feel like we’re a nasty people now. Just him.
I also suffer from putupaphobia… I rather enjoy folding the warm-fresh-from-the-dryer clothes. But to get them from the laundry baskets to the dressers and closets is something that really pains me. And I don’t even know why!!!!
So glad I am not alone. I have an empty dresser b/c all of my clean and folded laundry sits on top of the thing! Maybe that is a form of a stronghold we (or at least I) need rescuing from. Thankfully laundry habits aren’t too big an issue for Jesus to deliver us (me) from.
I totally have putupaphobia too!!!
Please know, if anyone ever comes to stay at my home, I’ve put away all the folded clothes that were on the guest bedroom bed about a half hour before you got here.
LOL that is awesome! We do have to make sure people don’t know about our phobia’s after all if we can :O)
My husband (bless his heart) has laundrybasketaphobia. It is a serious condition where one can absolutley not approach the laundry basket with dirty clothes. The only know cure is to leave dirty clothes approximatley 2.456 feet from the the dirty clothes basket.
We have tried several treatments but nothing has helped. Please add the names those who suffer from laundrybasketaphobia to the prayer lists at your churches.
🙂
My husband also suffers from laundrybasketaphobia!! Athough his literally lie on the floor DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF THE BASKET!! I like to refer to the laundry basket as the “golden statue”/Nebakanezer…..
Judy, that is also the same phobia I have in my home, I have sat and wondered why the laundry is on the ground right in front of the basket instead of in the basket, so close but yet so far.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA – there is is someone in my family who suffers from this too! They tend to mostly forget their splenda packets as well :O) They came to my house recently for a visit and well wouldn’t you know they are also scared of my trashcans! HAHAHA. Well, I guess they need some therapy to help them cope :O) But are we enablers since we always help them out? LOL
Thanks for the laugh today!
Hey April! That is so funny! I always tell my mom she is an enabler when it comes to my brother!! He definitely has some of these phobias!!
haaaha awesome heather – well it’s probably because we enablers just have a phobia about trash being on counters :O)
I think my sister has a phobia of not smelling good. She has just about every scent from Victoria’s Secret and/or Bath & Body Works in her bathroom. Malodorophobia??
On a deeper level, I probably have a phobia of not being in control or on a steady schedule. Spontaneouphobia?
Blessings! 🙂
I have a very real case of spontaneouphobia, too…just never knew what to call it. Now that I’ve been properly diagnosed, I feel so much better!
🙂
I have beontimeaphobia. Even when I am running on time, I always think I can do that “just one more thing” before I head out the door and it gets me everytime!
I share in this too, is it a fear of being early?
My long, lost twin!!!!! I too am always late because of trying to do just one more thing!
Make that triplets! I have the beingearlyaphobia also. I just hate to be early and have to WAIT! For anything! 🙂
Yep, me too. I’m always late.
Someone in my house has dishwasherphobia. The dishwasher is right next to the sink, but somehow every night a glass ends up in the sink. Or on the kitchen counter. Or on the coffee table. I can understand leaving it sitting around the house, but in the sink? Right next to the dishwasher? Please help!
Someone in my house also has dishwasherphobia but only with glasses and cups. In fact his/her favorite place to leave to said drinking items is on the counter RIGHT ABOVE THE DISHWASHER. If the cups could just sink down through the countertop, they would be sitting exactly on the dishwasher rack where they belong.
Faran, I have the same dishwasherphobia in my home. They put the dirty dishes on the counter right above the EMPTY dishwasher. All they have to do is open the drawer and put it in!! Sounds like I have need-the-counter-above-dishwaher-phobia!! 😉
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LOL!! I love this! Someone in my house has dishwasheraphobia in the worst way! He believes putting dishes in the sink with soapy water in them qualifies as “cleaning up.” I wonder if he believes there is a dishwasher fairy who moves them the 6 inches from the sink to the dishwasher?! (That would be ME!) I really can’t complain, though, because whenever the dishes make it to the dishwasher, and they are cleaned, he puts them all away!! Praise God! All is forgiven!
It is a phenomenon unbeknownst to me, but living large in “someone” at my house as well – dishwasherphobia. It would make more sense to me if the dishes were left in the sink DIRTY, but to rinse them CLEAN and STILL leave them in the sink? Mercy!! I can trace this back to its origin, though, and all the siblings have it.
I have a dishwasherphobia sufferer in my house too! The dishes can make it from the table to the sink, but not into the dishwasher. I also have someone with trashcanophobia – the trash can is right next to the counter, but he will often leave something almost teetering on the edge of that counter rather than just dropping it in the trash can – weird!
Beth you are so much fun! I promise you the phobias are not just in your family.
My home includes dishwasherphobia and laundrybasketphobia among many others which will remain unmentioned here. Every single day my loved ones will leave dishes rinsed off and setting on the counter above the dishwasher, with a true phobia of opening the door and placing the dishes inside!
These same loved ones will leave their dirty clothes next to the laundry basket, even though if it were a basketball they would certainly want to “make” the basket!
My personal phobia is deleting-email-phobia which leaves a very messy inbox!
Lisa
Edinburg, TX
Lisa,
I can just ditto you! Absolutely have the same issues in my home. And I will add one more. Closecabinetdoorophobia! Strange how the same thing happens at my in-law’s home…hmmmm…just sayin…
Lori
Rock Hill, SC
I have bookshelvingaphobia. Books stay in piles until I read them. I’m afraid if I put them in a bookcase I will never find them again. I also have dishwasheraphobia and stay away from the clean dishes within because maybe somebody else who lives here will put them up.
there is a simple step you can take to help with this – create a single bookshelf in your home that is specifically for newly arrived, not-yet-read books.
problem solved!
you may of course find that the fear was really about something deeper, but I can’t help you with that until you acknowledge it.
Seriously, I searched and searched for over a year for that little bood Beth wrote about the daughter of the king. Seriously thought someone stole it. It was on my bookshelf the entire time!
book, make that book
Nancy,
We share more than a name. I too have to leave books out until I get done reading them. The problem is I have about 5 – 10 books going at once. I am SURE there is a vortex in the bookshelf. They just can’t go back there… I won’t ever find them again!!! And I hope the dishwasher fairy comes to visit you someday. 🙂
Definitely have that trashcanaphobia going on here Beth. I have declutteraphobia – just can’t seem to leave anything sitting around for long (which means there is that codependency problem). Come to think of it, it seems to work out fairly well.
My dear loved one suffers from Laundrabasketphobia. The laundry basket stays in the same place–right near our dresser, but it never fails that I pick up dirty socks and underwear off of the floor right by the basket.
My dear loved one says if I would move the basket a little farther away from the dresser, then he would be able to make his “shots” into the basket. I had no idea this was a sport??
Okay..what are the orange thingies on the shelf above the trashcan??! Why that caught my eye and why I even care is a mystery! I apparantly have a fear of not being able to figure out things that are really none of my business!
Thanks for the fun.
Kelli
I think those are dog collars and leashes.
YOU ARE A WOMAN AFTER MY OWN HEART, BETH!
But what does that say about me, when I can organize my dog leashes and collars and not unload my dishwasher?…………
Wow, I have someone in my home that suffers from the very same phobia! I always thought he wanted me to feel useful and needed. If I go to Heaven first, I have encouraged my daughters to take up the service I have offered for 37 years with empty yogurt containers and lids, banana peels etc. He also suffers from crumbaphobia -whenever he makes his toast and butters it, the crumbs are left as an offering of endearment which I so love. I have reached your same conclusion, it is incurable and the sufferer needs much tlc and affection 🙂
Oh, you reminded me! I know someone (who visits my home) with crumbaphobia. Very annoying!
Oh my. So THAT’S what’s wrong with us. Both hubby and I suffer from Trashcanaphobia AND Foldaphobia! Whew! We can relax now that the diagnosis has been made. Beth, I think our trash can is even closer – but somehow stuff just sits. Amanda – boy do I ever identify with that foldaphobia – never-ending.
Happy week, y’all. 🙂
the fact that you took a tape measure to illustrate the short distance to the trash can is HILARIOUS!!!!! I have someone who suffers the same disease, and he is, unintentionally, training my little to suffer as well!!! love this post – just love it!!!!
“training my little ONES” not just my little – don’t even know what that means
AHHHA AHAHA – I thought you meant to spell ‘litter’ as in calling your kids your ‘litter’ and thought it was so cute!!!
We must have a genetic disorder since it seems to affect most eveyrone in our household: dishwasherphobia. Comes from my husband’s side, I’m quite sure. Opening the door to put the dishes in is just too terrifying so the afflicted just place their dishes directly above the dishwasher on the counter instead.
I personally suffer from both previously mentioned conditions of trashcanaphobia and foldaphobia, as well as the well-known dialaphobia which prevents me from readily making phone calls and disposaphobia which causes me to keep stacks of papers that should be disposed of but I keep for informational purposes well beyond their usefulness.
And once I start reading other people’s comments, I’m pretty sure I’ll have all of those phobias, too!
I said that wrong… I DON’T have trashcanaphobia (I live with a few people who do, however!), but I DO have unfriedaphobia, or more accurately, healthyfoodaphobia. And yep, pretty much every other phobia that’s been mentioned! It’s so good to know we’re all crazy in our own ways! 🙂
Oh, I needed this laugh today – this post is so true! LOL! I know people with trashcanaphobia too. 😉 One that comes to mind that I’ve suffered from for years is laundryaphobia…doing it and then putting it away? HORRORS!
My sweet husband suffers from a very rare form of Allbagsmustgoonthetableaphobia. I’m talking backpack, flightbag, suitcase etc. I being the amazing sweet wife that I am, promptly remove said bags from dining room table and put them on a (very clean) floor. I must confess that I too suffer with Melissa from Cellchargeaphobia. You would think with the agravation of needing my phone might change my behavior but I think I’ll be needing a therapist.
That’s funny! I like the allbagsmustgoonthetableaphobia!
fear of posting phobias phobia…….i just listed, then deleted, each of my phobias because i don’t want to admit them…..there were 3
LOL!!!!!!!!! Love it!
Now THAT is funny.
I’m wondering if we can get Beth to write a “So Long Phobias” study…….
That’s a great idea!!
Beth, when I was growing up my Mom truly thought that we had new-toilet-paper-roll-a-phobia. You know, afraid of replacing the empty roll with a new one? She finally put up a sign that said: “Changing the toilet paper roll does not cause brain damage.” Sadly, I am afraid I have transferred my disease to my daughters…
Love it, Jana! My whole family has this phobia. I have even bought the holders where you just slip the roll on…but still no one will get close enough to do even that. Maybe it is really an oldtoiletpapertubeaphobia and I have just misdiagnosed them all these years.
Oh my…I have this one. Love your mom’s sign….: )
Ditto “oldtoiletpapertubeaphobia”!! With husband and 3 sons & who are now grown and out of the house..they thought the toilet paper just magically replaced itself on the roll!!! I have to count my blessings they didn’t have putthetoiletseatdownaphobia!!! Hilarious!!! Carmen “with a smile” :o)
HAHAHAHA I have all boys! I’m making a sign right now!!!!!
Yes, I can relate!!! My hubby (I’m saying it right out in the open) also suffers from trashcanophobia. His nemesis is those little powdered drink packets that he mixes with a glass of water, empty chip bags, and empty pop cans. I used to take it personally; it came to me as a great offense, until the SLI simulcast. I am NOT making that up! One of the things you said was “…when you are insecure, everything comes at you as an offense,” and I realized THAT WAS ME! I used to get so stinking mad when I found stuff like that on the counter that I would gather it up and put it all in his dresser drawers… Anyway, I am no longer offended by his apparent inability to walk three steps to the trash can, push the lid open, and deposit his stuff. I still find the trash on the counter; I’m just not offended by it. A victory, in Jesus!
Other phobias…
My daughter has a phobia of touching dirty dishes. She will happily unload the dishwasher, but runs screaming from a sink of dirty dishes.
My fear would be ironaphobia – I loathe ironing, and have a constant fear that I am going to knock the iron off the ironing board onto my feet.
Hugs,
Adrienne
Tell Rachel that I have a dirtydishwater phobia; I can put my hands in many disgusting things (which I regularly do)but I cannot stand putting my hands in a sink full of dirty dishwater and one that has leftover eggs in it! Gross!!!
Eggs in the dishwater does sound gross! Egg-o-dishwaterophobia… Bwahahahaha! I’ll tell Rachel – she will be happy to hear that she is not the only one who can’t stand to put her hands in the dishwater!
Ya’ll are too funny! Well we’ll just say that a certain member of my family has beingontimeaphobia while I on the other hand, have been diagnosed with beinglateaphobia. Trust me, those two go REAL well together! We NEVER argue about that. Nope. Never.. My beloved other half also has what I would refer to as dirtyclothesbasketaphobia. Yes that is a long one but it basically results in one article of clothing on the floor in EACH room from the garage door to wherever aforementioned other half happens to land at the end of the day.
You have my sympathy.
my hubby has a simple fearofclocksaphobia. Late or early matters not. He just doesn’t want to know.
Deirdre
Um, my husband SO has trashcanaphobia! It’s accompanied by a lesser known phobia called “puttinghisdarnclothesawayaphobia.”
I love the tape measure in the pictures, btw!
In the interest of girls having fun, I confess to beanaphobia. I have a supply of black, kidney, and green beans. No big deal? I have 85 cases. One never knows when there could be a world-wide bean shortage. Yes, I do eat them.
You are not alone Moores!
Dryerophobia. The laundry is pretty much done… I’ll just leave the clean (and now wrinkled) clothes in the dryer for the next 48 hours…
I was waiting on this one MollyDolly! As I read through the replies, I nodded my head and even said an amen or two. Someone in my family suffers from all of them except for the beanaphobia! However, I was trying to find just the right laundry phobia. You said it! Dryerophobia. Yes, I have been known to “fluff” the laundry 2 or 3 times before ever getting it out. Sometimes because I forget, most times because I’m not in the mood to lay it on top of the dryer. Not fold it. When I remove pieces from the dryer, I lay them neatly on top. That’s so they don’t get wrinkled. 🙂 After there are 3 or 4 loads piled neatly on top of each other and they sit for a couple of days, they have to go back in the dryer to get the wrinkles out. And thus begins the cycle again.
Did anyone else mention rawchickenophobia? I saw the rawmeatophobia which I really don’t have, but I CANNOT buy a whole raw chicken. I will not buy chicken on the bone at all. I will not eat it on the bone. Tyson has come up with the most brilliant offering in the grocery store. “Trimmed and Ready”. That’s the only way I will buy it. Whoever came up with this idea needs to have their own holiday. Or at least a parade. I would throw candy and flowers. I would even make them a crown.
I am laughing out loud about your beanaphobia!!!! I guess we know who to call if there is a bean crisis.
We seem to have dishwasherphobia – It is right next to the sink, but the dishes cannot be brought any closer to the dishwasher than the sink or the counter right above it – maybe something lives in there that must not escape!
pharmacyphobia–waiting until I am COMPLETELY out of my 9 daily prescriptions (yes, nine) before I call and beg for refills for that day. I HATE going to the pharamacy–too many sick people there. My germophobia kicks in.
Jan, I’m notorious for waiting til the last pill is swallowed before I renew my thyroid medicine… and just YESTERDAY I found out that Rite Aid has an automatic refill program. It refills for you and you just come pick it up when it’s time!
(Now if I could just find a program to put away my laundry after it’s folded….)
Ok. I have to fess up to this one too.
I TOO have raw-meat-aphobia! And I have clean-clothes-put-awayaphobia. But by far the worst phobic in my house is my sweet precious husband who has dishwasherphobia. He will set a half eaten bowl of cereal IN THE SINK. Not poured out, not rinsed out and certainly not put in the dishwasher a mere 6 INCHES AWAY!!! He has also been known to suffer with tolietpaperrollaphobia in which he will place (or delicately balance) the NEW toilet paper roll directly on top of the empty one. Praise God he has begun to recover from said affliction after many intense moments of fellowship and loving redirection. Ahem. and Amen.
Love you sisters and fellow “phobes.”
My father would never allow a tolietpaperrollaphobia!
When I read trashcanaphobia the first thing I thought of was the aversion in our household to taking the full bag of garbage out of the canister. Everything just keeps getting stuffed in until someone can’t stand it any longer. The other that you mentioned exists in our house also. Maybe they are related symptoms of a putawayphobia… We also have some in our household who suffer from hangerphobia.
Hilarious!!! I have threatened to take a picture of all the crazy places my husband leaves his nasty socks!!! What in the world?! Just put them in the hamper! “Hamperphobia” is rampant at my house…rampant.
I wish you had put a warning label on this today. “BETH IS GOING TO BE REALLY FUNNY” There are those of us who are a certain age ( coughs into hand) that need to use the facilities before you post pictures of a measuring tape and trash can. That just slayed me!
I have barefootphobia. I just have to have shoes on all of the time. Weirdo. I know.
Oh Jill – you are hilarious – LOL!!
SO glad to have a FUN post from you today.. been needing and wanting one!! My husband (not saying your loved one is Keith…) has the EXACT same phobia but his extends to the phobia of not closing any cabinet door when he takes something out of one! So I guess he has Trashcanandcabinetdooraphobia!!!
Love you so much!!
Martha in MS
My hubby has trashcanandcabinetdooraphobia, too! So nice to have a name for it. Now, if I could just stop myself from “subtly” slamming the cabinet doors and the drawers shut every time I find them open…just need to find a leetle more grace, I guess!
Kelly in IN
Trashcanaphobia is an issue at my house. I decided that if he throws something in the trash, he might just see that the trash should be taken out. There is also a variation of this condition–recyclephobia, which is annoying when the co-dependent one finds the junk mail on the dining room table.
My own phobia of choice is I-must-buy-that-bookphobia. Groaning bookshelves testify to this chronic condition. And books are my friends, so how can I bear to part with them?
I have a phobia of throwing away bottles…soda bottles, or the 4 water bottles sitting on my night stand right now..yea, or the few sitting in my car.
Okay.i.confessed
YES! Somedays I find water bottles in my car and I wonder how long that has been in there for….my roommate absolutely adores the collection of bottles in our room too. Oh, dear. I need to work on this 🙂
My husband would most certainly agree that I have lootrashcanabphobia – but I have a perfectly good explanation! When I replace the TP roll, the trash can is not reachable from where I’m sitting busy at my task (while reading So Long Insecurity), so I throw the empty roll on the counter. Often times, that bit of cardboard stays right where it ended up next to my hubby’s sink until the next morning. While we’re getting ready in the morning, without saying a word he’ll hold it up for me to see and proceed to put it in the loo trash can (which is right below said sink!).
Little does he know that I plan to throw it away! This I can be explained by my toomanyloocanaphobiadeposits. While I get ready in the morning, I usually have a few tissues, cotton balls and Qtips to throw away. When the girl in the mirror is presentable, I put my makeup and hair what-nots away. As a finale to my dirtybathroomaphobia, it brings me much pleasure when I pick up all the little bits of trash (along with that famous TP tube) and put them in the trash! Now really, why would I even consider throwing it away before then?
I’m sure your loved one has a similar totally reasonable explanation! Haha – you may not want to know though! My sweet hubby is clueless 🙂
Fish-a-phobia–not those living in oceans, lakes, aquariums or Disney flicks but the smell, shape, texture and taste of all fish designated for human consumption.
Mine is a personal one. I have closingdrawersandcabinetsphobia. I have such a severe form of this disorder that one time I came home and thought I had been burglarized.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I had the same thing! I came home from work and almost backed out and called the police! I’m glad I’m not the only one :)!
That is funny
My husband suffers from this same affliction. I can always tell when he’s unloaded the dishwasher or changed our son’s diaper because our house becomes my own personal obstacle course. Can’t wait to ask him if he ever suspected burglary when he was single.
My husband has the trashcan thing, too, and also has closetandlaundryaphobia which causes him to lay his clothes on the floor next to our bed at night instead of hanging them up in the closest or putting them into the laundry basket that are both maybe a couple of feet away…
And I have gaspumpaphobia which results in me often stalling to fill the gas tank in my car until it’s on empty or below, just because I hate pumping gas, as well as finishaprojectaphobia which causes me to start all kinds of new projects around the house without finishing any of them!
We have to laugh at ourselves or we’d drive each other nuts! 🙂
I suffer from “uncleandishphobia” I have been accused of snatching empty glasses out of the hands of my family and putting them in the dishwasher before they ever have the chance to say ” I wasnt finished with that” and thus they get a new glass out. I also will admit to “unmadebedphobia” My husband now asks that I at least wait until both of his feet are on the floor before I start making the bed. Love you !
Guess you have heard the same thing I do, “where’s my glass?” : )
In our house we have a phobia called openthelidaphobia. Everyday I find laundry on top of the laundry basket lid and trash on top of the trash can lid. I can only assume that they fear that if they open the lid something might suck them into the basket, and they will be forever lost!
My 20 year old daughter has Laundryroomaphobia. After coming home from working all day, she will ask if I am going to wash jeans, or whites, or whatever because she needs/wants to wear something in particular. She does go to college and work part time, but should have time to do laundry. It must be too scary to do down there.
HA!! I love this and I can’t wait to show my husband! I am definitely guilty of trashcanaphobia in our house except for me it’s usually gum wrappers and splenda packets. He’ll be so glad to know that my “problem” has a name. For me I’d change the cellchargaphobia to plain old cellaphobia. I have been known to conveniently forget mine when I go to the grocery because I WANT to be unaccessible (just for an hour, maybe two…). Unfortunately living in Beirut, my husband has about convinced me that being unavailable is not so great considering the occasional volatility of our city. I’m not sure what to call this one, but something along the lines of “keyinitsplaceaphobia”- I cannot keep up with my keys to save my life! I’ve locked myself out of our apartment 3 times in the past 6 months (two of those times Jason was out of town), and we’re constantly playing the “where did Mommy put the keys?” game. One time during our first year of marriage after ransacking our apartment in search of the car keys (which didn’t take long since we lived in ministerial married student housing and it was about the size of a refrigerator box..), anyway, I found the keys in the freezer. Made perfect sense- I had come home from a run, gone straight to the freezer for ice for water and set them down. Jason has never let me live that one down though!
Sorry, I got a little long winded. This blog community is such a blessing and often stress reliever for me- thanks for the fun post!
My husband suffers from “pileitupinsteadofthrowitaway” phobia 😉
That would be me too. Don’t know what to do with it all and as soon as I do get brave and throw something away – I need it! Thus the Icantthrowitawayandmustpileaphobia!
Yes, absolutely yes, we can relate. I have 3 kids and an international student living with us right now, and I swear to you all of them have trashcanaphobia…in fact my hubby does too. My 18 year old daughter has cellphonechargeaphobia in the worse way, and it’s driving me nuts. I am about to tell her that if that phone dies one more time, she’s going to start paying for it. 🙂
Too funny, that’s for helping us to realize that we’re all the same out there, dealing with the same idiosyncrasies.
Definitely the above mentioned foldaphobia lives here too…no one EVER puts anything away except the Mama. But our biggest malady is dirtydishaphobia…the inability to load ANY dirty dish in an otherwise empty dishwasher.
Made my day!!! THANKS!! Everyone in my household has Putstuffbackwhereyougotitaphobia!
Yes! that’s it! that’s what we have! too!
I totally understand this one, Kelly! My hubby and children never put anything back where they found it. For this very organized Mom, it drove me crazy. Now our daughter’s girls do the same thing…
It drives my husband nuts that wherever our boys, 8 & 10, take off their socks, that is exactly where they stay! At any given time you can find socks in the floor, on the kitchen table, stuck halfway down into the couch cushions, on the computer printer, next to the toilet (no clue what THAT is about!) out in the yard…After my husband repeatedly expressed his frustration with this I said, “Honey, don’t ask me why they do it! I have no clue where they get it from.” He then proceeded to take me on a tour of our house where no less than a dozen pairs of MY SHOES were haphazardly strewn in every room (many of which had a ‘mate’ in a completely different room!) What can I say? Like mother, like sons! Pray for my husband…
Too funny! My son has pairofsocksphobia. He only wears one of them when he is here at home. The other is in a completely different place. A nightmare when doing laundry because they never end up in the same laundry basket. Another one of our sons has laundryhamperphobia. There are more dirty clothes beside the hamper, scattered around the room, and in gym bags than in the hamper which is right his room. Finally, the kindergarten students I teach have missingrecessphobia. I try to assure them I will never let them miss a recess – that would mean I would miss mine too. I’m not that crazy.
Yes it like being on a farm when it time to do laundry and you go and gether up the crops from the
field and put them in the basket.crops being cloths
field rooms basket washer.Sometime you might fine one of there sock behind totilet and wonder how it got there.Lol