Pray for me!

I do remember one incident from my childhood where I hide for hours to save myself from a haircut. I also remember the day when my sisters were taking me to barber, one was holding my legs and another one holding my hands.

Unlike me, most of the person don’t have any problem in having a hairdo by a completely new hairdresser. For me it’s a herculean task. I have Tonsurephobia. Tonsurephobia is the fear of getting a haircut and I have been going through this mental illness since my memory.

Professionaly untrained barbers might not be aware of the fact that their few minutes on my hand may lead my mind into either terrible state of unsatisfaction or a state of fulfillment. I rarely get later state of mind.

Now, queued up in a hairdresser shop and waiting for my turn.

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