13/04/2022
People shriek and run away when they see me walking my foster dogs.
For the record: they appear to be frightened of the dogs, not of me.
Also for the record: this posting isn't just about dogs. Dogs are a metaphor for any fear that you suspect is not entirely rational. That fear might be presentations, meeting the in-laws, speaking first in a meeting, receiving feedback - whatever.
What concerns me: parents who keep a child away from dogs, because the child is afraid of dogs. I understand that parents don't want their child to experience fear. But if they keep a frightened child away from dogs, here's what happens:
1) The child's only experience of dogs may be whatever happened that caused the fear.
2) In avoiding dogs, they don't get the opportunity to create positive experiences of dogs.
3) They're left with their fear. And that fear may build over the years, as the person has dozens of experiences of being frightened of dogs, but no positive experiences of dogs.
Adults can be the same. Sometimes we develop an irrational fear of something, so we avoid it.
The good news:
1) Fear can keep us safe. It's useful to fear walking into traffic. That's not an irrational fear.
2) Do you fear something because you had a bad experience with it a couple of times? Then congratulations! You're a very quick learner!
3) You don't have to. But if you want to, you can create new positive experiences, to supersede the scary previous experiences.
NB: I am NOT saying that if someone is afraid of dogs, you should force them into contact with a dog. But instead of going along with the fear, or even indulging the fear, offer a different framing of the situation. Several times, the dogs and I have run into someone who says they're scared of dogs. I'll say, "Oh, but these are NICE dogs. See how they wag their tails? That's because they like you."
What all this has to do with the photograph:
I was walking the dogs. We encountered a trio of young Londoners. All three were frightened of the dogs, and sped away - despite my saying that the dogs are old and gentle.
But as we strolled, the dogs and I kept running into the same three people. And the trio kept being startled and anxious.
From across the street, I caught the eye of the young woman who was the most frightened, and said, "The dogs are old and harmless - they're 13". She paused, and thought aloud: “Seven dog years in a human year. That’s … um… 91!”. The woman was clearly seeing the dogs in a new light. Getting a tight hold on the dogs' leads (leashes, to you Americans!), I asked if she'd like to meet the dogs.
Reader, she did it! Hoo-hah! The woman was still clearly nervous. But she didn't let her fear stop her. She came over, and gingerly began to stroke the dogs. Then her friend came over, and did the same.
Their fear and anxiety morphed into giddy excitement and giggles. They started filming each other with the dogs. I asked if I could take a photo, too.
The woman in the front was the most frightened. But look at her now. Her friend, in the pink shoes, is trying to hide behind her a bit. But she still touched those dogs! As for the third member of the trio? He stayed on the other side of the street. But I'm glad the two women gave themselves the opportunity to move past a fear.