I have always had a real phobia of large hairy spiders. Here is Australia having a large Huntsman living indoors is not uncommon. They grow quite large, up to 15cm from one leg tip to another.
I have never been able to cope with them. Most of the time you don't see them, but when it is rainy weather they sometimes sneak out from their usual spots and hang around on walls.
If one appears I would be ridiculously anxious and unable to go in the same room. I would beg my partner to somehow remove it. Or I ask can we please just spray it? I know that is a horrible thing to do to a harmless creature, but it was the only way I could stop being nervous.
That's the thing, Huntsman spider are not that venomous to humans. The don't normally bite people and you won't die or anything.
Anyway, last night there was a big one in bathroom, right near where the towels hang. But you know what? I felt no fear.
After years of running the other way, I actually stopped and had a close look at this amazing creature.
I decided to leave it be. I actually believe this is linked to my own acceptance of being transgender.
All the years of fearing what it would mean if I came out openly as a transgender woman, I think part of my fear was directed towards these spiders.
My loathing of them was a fear of the different, but now they are accepted, just as I can accept who I am.
It's one way to explain this sudden lack of fear. I certainly haven't done anything else to reduce my fear of these hairy (and very fast running) eight legged friends.
I really believe the peace I felt last night while looking at the spider, is one part of the wholeness I now feel within my self.
I hope this story is not too weird.
~Dee