Is it normal that i still fear the man under my bed?
When I was a small child, I believed that after dusk, there was always someone under my bed who would, given the opportunity, grab my ankles and drag me under the bed to eviscerate me. Because of this, I couldn't stand idly by my bed for more than one second.
Many years have passed since then, and I have long dispensed with absurdities such as the man under my bed. The thing is, I still can't stand next to my bed after dark. When I walk to my bed, I reflexively turn, sit and swing my legs up, "out if reach". I've even stood there, determined to conquer this stupid habit. I stood three seconds before I collapsed sideways onto my bed. My knees just gave out for no readily apparent reason.
It's getting weird.