A little secret about me…. I am a recovering perfectionist…amongst other things.
What does it mean to be a perfectionist?
Atelophobia; The fear of not being good enough
For me, if you were to unexpectedly knock on my door in the middle of the day and my house was a mess and I hadn’t showered , I would feel a deep panic come over me. I cannot control the panic any more than I can control my bladder when I sneeze . The panic feels like a giant cobra has wrapped around my body and is squeezing as hard as it can. So, by the time I answer the door I feel faint and my mental processes are diminished to a single hamster spinning top speed on his wheel.