No, I don’t mean the Cold Play song. I mean the thing the mouse ran up.
This unusual phobia is not to be confused with Chronophobia, the fear of time (which is much too hard to get your head around), or Gerontophobia, the fear of aging (which is much too easy to get your head around).
Chronomentrophobics suffer acute distress in the presence of a clock. Seriously. Even just the sound of ticking or chiming is cause to flee. (Cinderella may have been chronomentrophobic.)
The digital revolution may have benefited Chronomentrophobics, as numbers are less frightening than clock-faces with hands going round and round eternally. Or maybe it ruined their lives, as every gadget you buy these days comes with its own clock, so we are surrounded by reminders of every single minute that hovers unnappreciated before us.
Time stops for no man, but you can live without a clock. People did that for millennia. (They didn’t hold office jobs or attend pilates classes, but they managed.)
But if your fear of clocks is ruining your life, exposure therapy might begin with one of these:
Or maybe that’s a nightmare for chronomentrophobics. I don’t know. I’ve never met one. So don’t take my advice on how to beat this fear — seek professional help or google it.
If you have Chronomentrophobia, please leave a comment on this blog because I would love to hear what this bizarre fear is like. If you leave a comment during Fearless February, you could win a copy of my new middle-grade comedy, 28 Tricks for a Fearless Grade 6. (But be warned, it contains clocks. The very first sentence reads, “When the school bell rang at 3:15…” So take a deep breath before you crack open this scary book.)