Misophobia in plain words is dread of sullying. The individual trusts that he is in risk of coming into contact with contaminants and being contaminated by tidy and soil. He scrubs down a few times each day, washes his hands and wears gloves to ensure them. He can use upwards of ten towels every day as he doesn’t utilize a similar towel twice. The individual has an improbable dread of being in threat and even the straightforward demonstration of eating an apple requires that he wash the apple a few times previously eating it. On the off chance that the individual can’t fulfill his need to do this he may have a fit of anxiety.
• The individual has an unnatural dread of soil and is always cleaning and wiping the kitchen counters and tidying the furniture.
• He ends up restless and trusts he will kick the bucket and has a hyper-ventilation assault where he is heaving for breath, feels queasy, can’t talk rationally, sweats lavishly and has a dashing heart. He at that point stresses over his beating heart and exacerbates the condition.
• He has been told a few times that there is no risk but since he has experienced the condition for so long he erroneously trusts that he can never be cured and carries on with his life agonizing over each seemingly insignificant detail. Like the dread of statures or some other sort of nonsensical dread when the individual is enduring an assault he or she is difficult to address when the frenzy begins. Notwithstanding considering freeing himself of the issue can trigger uneasiness.