Life on the road as a germaphobe is challenging to say the least. Just simply being around so many people on a daily basis exposes you to humanity in all its dirty/germy glory. Which is good or bad depending on how you look at it.
I’m not sure when this obsession became a part of my personality, but I’m positive that is was early on in my existence. My parents like to tell a story of how when I was little (I have no memory of this) a disinfectant commercial came on TV and I got all excited, exclaiming how, “we need that product!” Myself as well as my three siblings are all a little OCD about germs so I imagine that the root of this illness stems from my parents.
It’s not that I’m to the point where this phobia controls my life, but it definitely effects me daily. Becky and I worship the hand sanitizer Gods. With hands clasps together we pray to them multiple times throughout the course of a day.