I told a therapist, once…

  Interesting now that we think about it. We hate our own heartbeat. Cannot stand feeling that pulse when we get looked at the doctor. A combination of fear, disgust perhaps? More like, please, take this arm cuff off me, it’s too much – It needs to stop.

  Like someone dragging their fingers across a chalkboard but feeling it physically in your skin. Yes. Fear and disgust. 

  Makes total sense now but no sense for 30 some odd years. 😐