I am also Trypophobic .. have been for many years (since I was a young girl). My Dad used to have me sit on the back of his chair and squeeze the blackheads and pimples onhis back. I remember being very sick as a child with a high fever and had a hallucination that my Dad was asleep onthe couch; when I called his name, he turned his face to look at me and all his pores opened on his cheek and 'wormy' pus came to the surface. I think that was the beginning of it for me. A friend of mine once made a large, round pop-over filled with peas (I had no idea# .. I cut it in half, saw the peas and ran
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