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If you had a mouth ulcer it's because you've been telling lies.
I once asked my mother how people got AIDS. She responded, "By being naughty." I was baffled trying to come up with a mechanism by which particular germs could enter my system only when I disobeyed my parents.
As a child I was plagued with the unfortunate, frequent occurances of cold sores. When asked by friends about what was on my lip, I would say, "Oh, it's just a coldslaw." Then I would get puzzled looks. I guess my mother's thick accent made the word sound wrong but I didn't know it.
When I was maybe 8 I used to be very scared of catching rabies.
I had read/heard that if you have rabies, you get really scared of water, and can't stand to drink it.
Sometimes, to see if I had rabies or not, I would pour myself a glass of water and see if I was scared of it.
Then I would see how much I could drink. If I could drink the whole glassfull, that meant I didn't have rabies. But if I couldn't, that meant I had rabies.
I expect that then I would tell my mum, who would give me some 'special medicine' to cure my rabies (after unsuccessfully trying to convince me that I didn't have rabies in the first place.)
Growing up during the 80s scared the living shit out of me. Almost everyday, there was talk about diseases transferred through blood or sexual contact. Any girl I got close to freaked me out and when I was in a room that had blood I was afraid it somehow hopped onto me.
i remember the first time i read about HIV and how can needles be one of the ways that transmits the virus. back then i was a bout 8 or 9 and one of my aunts had diabetes. one day she forgot to throw away her insulin needle and i felt i should pick it up and toss it in the garbage can. while i was about to do that, it accidentally pricked me. i didn't tell anyone and i was confidant i had aids and that i was dying. i was depressed for quite a while.
when i was 8-12 i believed that i'd get ink poisoning if i got ink (pen, marker, etc..) on the inside of my wrist.. this is because i could see the veins through my skin.
My earliest memory is of when I was 4 and had gotten chicken pox. My mother tried to give me a bath and put baking powder in the water to soothe the itching. When I saw her add the baking powder to the water I was convinced that she was going to cook me in the bath water and panicked.
Whenever I had diarrhea, I thought my intestines were shooting out of my butt, so I'd hold it in as long as I could. It wasn't until I was 12 that someone said, "Don't do that!!! Your intestines aren't coming out!"
I used to believe that when the news reported that someone treated for shock, it meant they were treated for the emotion. It was a long time before I learned that medically, shock means the inability of the body to supply enough oxygen to the organs and tissue, usually to to injury or blood loss.
When I was a little girl I got sick and had temperature for about a week. For some reason, just to say something, my mom would make a comment after she took the thermometer out of my tushy along the lines of "Now you've done it again, 104!" or "I don;t know what we're going to do with you, it's still 103 and a half!" I really thought that I had done something wrong and told my dad that mommy was mad at me.
In honor of "thelungs,man", who admitted that, until he was in his 20s, he thought the lungs were located in the throat:
Growing up I always heard people complain about their "sinus problems" but never had experienced any problems myself, so I guess I always thought of the word "Sinus" as more of a label, like saying you had a cold or the flu.
When I was in my early 20s I was complaining to some co-workers that I wasn't feeling well and described my symptoms. Someone said it sounded like my sinuses were acting up, and in front of the entire office I confidently explained that couldn't be right because I did not have sinuses.
When I was little, I used to think that the ONLY way that a person could get AIDS is if they had sex with someone who had it. Then I started to see a lot of charity promotions that said things like, 'Help young children with AIDS - donate today!' and I would be like, EEW!
I'm very glad I found out the truth.
I used to believe that when people said they'd 'split their head open' they'd cut it right down the middle and your brain and blood and stuff hung out until the nurse hoisted them all back in and sealed your head again!
I have always hated going to the dentist and when I was smaller and would wait in the waiting room, I would hear the sound of drilling and used to think the sound was too drown out the patients screaming.
When I was 6, I needed 2 teeth out and had an aneasthetic injection in my hand to get me to sleep ( I hate the things! ). They told me that the stuff in the injection was 'butterfly milk' for some reason and I believed them so everytime I saw a butterfly, I was worried that if it landed on me I might get this 'butterfly milk' on me and fall to sleep.
i used to think if u got a cut on your body all of your blood would pour out.
My dad has a permanent stroke so he doesn't understand when he eats he needs to wipe his mouth, so my brother told me that stuff coming out of his mouth was cancer and then i thought my dad had cancer. He also had a bowl he ate out of a lot and i got so scared to eat out of that bowl cuz i thought i'd get cancer. I called it the cancer bowl. I was scared up until i was 10 or 11 to eat out of that bowl and even know i still get grossed out eating out of that bowl.
When I was ill as a child, generally a 24-hour bug or something, my mother would give me some of her "secret" medicine. It was clear and slightly sparkly, and had a very unpleasant taste, but sure enough, I tended to feel better after taking it.
Naturally, I came to believe that the "secret" medicine could cure anything, since I always got better when I took it instead of having to go to the doctor's. Therefore, if you made enough of it, you could cure everybody in the world and there wouldn't be any need for hospitals any more.
I was eleven and helping look after my brother when I finally got disillusioned. The so-called "medicine" was water with sugar and salt in it... I still don't know if it actually had any beneficial effect, or if she was just trying to trick me into feeling better.
When I was five, I took a sick day from school. I was taking my temperature, and my mom happened to be doing the housework at the time and was trying to sweep under where I was sitting. She told me: "Stand up". So after that, for many years, I believed that taking my temperature required standing up.