I find it curious that a lot of your phobias are home-related, like your fears of antique furniture and silver.
My phobias have been greatly exaggerated. I don’t mind a chair. I can go as far back as you want with Asia or Mexico. It’s that French/English/Scottish old mildewy stuff. Old dusty heavy drapes and big tables with lions’ heads carved in it. Stuff that kings were around.
That’s the stuff I can’t be around. It was too big to be functional. It creeps me out.