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Koumpounophobia is the clinical name; it Her brain sees a button and yells DANGER the same way yours shouts at spiders, heights, or the abyss of the ocean. It first tiny was. Slaying particular clothing. Their inappropriateness Her therapist asked what buttons stand for. Connection, control, fear of things coming undone?
That said, the beauty of illogical fears is that they reflect nothing. They just exist. A malfunctioning of the threat detection mechanism in the brain. Ancient wiring is sure this little, smooth disk is a hunter.
She is seeing a man that only sports t-shirts. Doesn't question why she never wears tops. Her fear in the antique clothing store goes unremarked; she is encircled by cardigans with pearl buttons like miniature judging eyes. Some anxieties you get over. Some you simply avoid. She has reconciled with snaps, Velcro, zippers. Buttons can maintain their spacing.