“Are you phubbing me?” he asked with a bit of attitude. I didn’t look up right away because I had no idea what the heck he said. When I finally looked up he said, “Are you watching this?”
“No,” I said. “I’m playing Words with Friends.”
“It feels like you’re not even here.”
I felt bad, but told him I wasn’t interested in what he was watching but wanted to be in the same room with him.
“It’s a thing,” he said. “Phubbing is real, and people are getting divorced over it.”
I Googled “phubbing.” Phubbing your partner is the act of being on your cellphone instead of giving them your full attention when the two of you are together.
Yikes, but seriously I thought, “That’s funny.” It’s another creative designer “condition.”
A few days later I opened my eyes and reached for my phone. The alarm hadn’t gone off, and the phone was turned off. That’s odd I thought. I held the button to turn it back on but nothing. My stomach started to hurt. I was getting nervous. My calendar was full for the day. Panic set in. I took the battery out and put it back in. Nothing. Without a doubt it was the dreaded black screen of phone death. How could this be happening?
I turned the television on. Our local morning show host asked, “Do you have Nomophobia?” It sounded like a condition caused by not having your phone. Was this a joke?
Nomophobia is the irrational fear of being without your cellphone or being unable to use your phone for some reason such as the absence of a signal or running out of minutes or battery power. Or in my case the black screen of death.
According to my trusty morning show personalities the symptoms include panic, nausea and an elevated heart rate. As I wiped sweat from the back of my neck, they said sweating. I needed to get dressed and go to the phone store.
It’s frustrating when I see families in restaurants, looking down at their phones. When out to eat I rarely take my phone out of my purse. I don’t bring my phone into stores, and I definitely don’t text and drive. What I do with my phone is depend on it for business, for directions to get me where I need to go and for entertainment when my husband is watching something boring.
I’m not going to lie. When the people at the phone store said because of my warranty, they had to send my phone out and would overnight me a new one, I cried.
It was three days before my new phone arrived. The first day was unbearable. The second day I read an entire book and cleaned my office.
The first step to recovery is admitting there is a problem. My name is Doreen McGettigan and I have Nomophobia and am guilty of Phubbing.
Great article! Phubbing… phone snubbing? We have become rather dependent on theses little boxes, haven’t we, but it feels as if access to the whole world is carried within them. That’s what keeps me on mine when I’m not otherwise occupied.
I’m not a phone kind of girl, whether it’s talking on the phone or social media. I do understand the “doing something” other than watching what he’s watching so you can be in the same room. My late husband was a semi-professional poker player and could watch poker on TV 24/7. Since poker was a big part of his life, I finally started paying attention and got so I could talk about it intelligently. I agree about being together, but who knew phubbing could lead to divorce? Learned a new word and a scary concept. Thanks, Doreen!
I live in an area with lots of young people and they walk around the block completely immersed in their phones never looking up. I worry a car will hit them. I’m guilty of phubbing and escaping into my phone. Most of us are but it’s important to be present in the moment and to engage with others without posting it on Instagram.
Thanks for the reminder to be present with my loved ones!