My name is Amber, and I have telephone anxiety. In fact, I have had telephone anxiety for as long as I can remember. I clearly recall having a panic attack as a 6-year-old, when my mother tried to get me to call the Brownie badge tester myself.
I don’t feel anxious about receiving phone calls, and I don’t feel anxious about calling everyone, either. I can generally call family members, close friends, and work colleagues without too much panic. I am not good with calling acquaintances, people I don’t know, or certain businesses. I do make phone calls I don’t enjoy, of course, because I have to. I just really don’t enjoy them, and I need to do some deep breathing once they’re over.
Through all of my years as a Brownie leader, I would make up these fabulous newsletters to send home with the kids. I included colourful pictures, I used large fonts, and I listed details over and over again. Parents would compliment me on how organized I was. The truth is, I didn’t want to have to call any parents, so by outlining everything in painstaking detail in my newsletters, I could avoid it.
There you go. I’ve confessed my deep, dark secret to you. So, if you’re ever waiting on a phone call from me and it isn’t coming, don’t despair. I’m probably just working up the courage.