Today I met a lady who admitted to what some may consider a strange phobia. A fear of grass. It even has a name: Hastenburaphobia.
My first question to her was “How does the fear of grass affect you on a day to day basis?” A big part of having a phobia is the avoidance patterns of behaviour a person with a phobia becomes good at.
So, in this lady’s case, she won’t walk down a path with grass on either side. And she’ll take the Israelites Journey to do a detour and avoid stepping on grass. A picnic in the park is also out of the question.