During one Christmas night when I was little my family and I went to Mexico for a family reunion. During gift exchange I wanted to help my mom open her gift I stuck my hand in the box and got stung by a scorpion causing my reflexes to then fling it towards the sky and it fell on the side of my shoulder and therefore it stung my collarbone. The incident created me to be hospitalized for a few days and it felt like I was going to die. Although I did recover and was able to go home ever since then I would run away while my anxiety would go through the roof when I would ever see a scorpion or even a photo of one. My older sister was mean to me with my phobia always bullying me. An example was she would put fake scorpion toys in my backpack and
