Talk:Cleithrophobia/@comment-2601:903:8201:DD80:AC19:C1D1:D1A:CFAF-20200408004008

I've had this fear ever since I went on a mission trip to New Orleans. I had to use the restroom on the way back, and there was a restroom in the bus, so I went there. The lock was also the light switch, but the sticker was faded so I thought it was just the light switch. When I tried to get out, the door was stuck, and I cried for a legitimate five minutes and almost had a panic attack until I turned off the lights. When I told my friend this, she said she knew the "perfect cure" for this sort of thing. Her cure was to duct tape me in a box for thirty minutes. I went home crying both days and have never been able to go near things that could trap me again. This fear is mainly why I hate the COVID-19 quarantine.