I was sent to a hypnotherapist when I was ten.
I had this morbid terror of dogs, and would rather walk over dark fields, rather than past the farm across the road, where there was a snappy little dog. It really became a big problem, and was stopping me from doing normal children's activities.
My parents took me to a hypnotherapist, who I think is still practicing in Blackburn. After two sessions I was 'cured', and now adore dogs. I don't remember much about it except I had to imagine a fluffy puppy in a box somewhere I felt safe, which in my imagination was the Church Hall.
God, I was a challenging kid.
