Coding, to me, has always seemed unapproachable. A little bit like magic. Not fun, "as much chocolate as you could ever want, for free!" magic, but a way in which to accomplish things, which I could not hope to learn.
I have always preferred books to computers, and my fear that the machine would die (possibly taking me with it) if I accidentally pushed the wrong sequence of buttons has entertained Tor immensely. Much as I love technology that makes my life easier, I have a (healthy) respect for the terminal, and I would never ever ever breach the warranty by loosening the screws of any computer. Ever.
There may, however, be something in the idea of immersion as a treatment against phobias (though I will deny its applicability to arachnophobia to my dying day), because I woke up one day to find I was suddenly one of the tech whizz kids at work (granted, this may not be as great an accomplishment in literature as it might be in some other fields).
I would like to conjure up a mental image of Tor, over the last 14 years, slowly, imperceptibly, approaching me with a computer; think Jane Goodall and the chimpanzees in really slow motion and slightly more civilized. Macs were involved: Technology became something to be enjoyed, not just endured; and while I once managed to bring a Windows computer to a halt by accidentally moving all the important files to the wrong place, it is very hard to screw up anything, using OSX. I am still not comfortable using Terminal, but I do not turn into a ball of panic if I have to start a program or download a file using it -- as long as Tor tells me what to do.