A fear of my navel.
I don't touch my own belly button and no one else can.
Not so strange. There are many of us out there.
When my first child was born, at a baby visit my Pediatrician said my son's belly button needed cleaning. Crazy doctor said what?!
I am a respectful, polite person who defers to my doctor's knowlege, but on this occasion I probably shocked him by uncharacteristically telling him, NO! No, I would not be cleaning my son's belly button and furthermore he would... but only AFTER I left the room!
God, in His humor, decided to give me a daughter who LOVES to touch, poke, investigate, maim and tunnel her belly button.
Hold on a second....I'm near faint from what I just wrote. Let me take a few deeps breaths until the room stops spinning.
OK, I'm back.
My beloved, most precious and only daughter derives all COMFORT from what, in turn, turns her mother's stomach! (link)
Here she is...comforting herself....
That's how she sleeps! Is it a sleep switch she's activating?!
That's not right!!!!!!!!!!!!!