Originally posted by AnimusInvictus
reply to post by jude11
I, absolutely, hate the edge.
If I must look over the edge, I belly crawl until I can poke my Line Of Sight for a quick cursory glance, and then I bound back to the center. Or to the next few flights of stairs down.
Thinking about this stuff is making me dizzy, sweaty, and is giving my stomach a slight turn.
I can't handle much more until later.
Originally posted by seeker11
My number one phobia is clausterphobia. I have intense fear of being enclosed in small spaces. For this reason I have requested that when I die I be cremated NOT buried 6 feet under. Shudders.
I also absolutely hate public bathrooms, and I have a phobia of cleaning or using other peoples dishes for fear of their germs.
Originally posted by billybobh3
My phobia? Heights.
I don't know how or where I got this phobia, but I get skittish just climbing a ladder to clean my gutters a mere ten feet off the ground.
In the infinite wisdom of my youth, I decided to confront and conquer this fear head-on. When I enlisted in the army, I selected to go Airborne.
Yes, I jumped out of perfectly good airplanes on many occassions. Later in life I even went to the extent of making a bungy jump.
I never really conquered my phobia, but I did discover that the adrenaline rush from facing one's fears head-on can be a all-day rush that no drug, legal or otherwise, could ever duplicate.
Originally posted by AshleyD
I'm deathly afraid of sharks. Just seeing a photograph of one will make my heart race. Been that way since the age of five when I was forced to watch Jaws.
Originally posted by sixneuproele
You wanna see some crazy afflicted dancing? All you have to do is catch me when a bee or wasp is near. I don't care what kind, even the ones that don't sting. I will do the Hustle, Harlem Shake, Two Step, Pop Lock... and Drop, Roger Rabbit, Electric Slide, Pretty Girl Rock, Super Man and any other crazy dance you can think of all.... at one time. I don't understand why I am so afraid of them. But even if I see one that lands on someone else, I freeze up and do whatever I can to not be confronted with it myself. For example, If I see one land on someone while I'm sitting ina car and they are outside of the car, I will just roll up the window and for some reason I can't warn them because my speech is frozen in terror. If one flies in the car, I would probably jump out while it's still rolling or stop in mid traffic to jump out of the car. I need some serious therapy.edit on 2-4-2011 by sixneuproele because: (no reason given)edit on 2-4-2011 by sixneuproele because: (no reason given)
Originally posted by BeyondPerception
Being alone in the dark.
I haven't put myself in complete darkness or near-darkness in many years. If so, it's for a few seconds only. I just can't tolerate any more than that or my imagination will run wild and try to create an image of something that isn't there. The last 2 times in which I fell asleep in complete darkness (not purposely, but while the sun was out, and it had gone down during my sleep) I had nightmares and woke up with sleep paralysis - one of these times I was not alone, so that event was far more frightening.
Large bodies of water.
When I was younger I used to love the water. On any given day, I'd surf or bodyboard for during any free-time I had. Often times, I'd even night-surf until close to midnight, all by myself. On one of those evenings, I had a close encounter with a shark - off-shore, nobody knew where I was - and since, a fear of both being far out in the water, as well as darkness, grew more and more each day until I couldn't tolerate either.
If I identify one that it isn't a 'stinging' type it won't bother me much, but if unidentified (I call these UFI's or 'Unidentified Flying Insects') or a stinging type, I find my way out of the area or into an enclosure of some sort. Should it get stuck inside the house, I'll usually find some way to exterminate it, or let it out, whichever is easier. This rule applies to non-flying insects as well.
Mirrors (in my bedroom)
I can't stand mirrors, especially when I have to sleep next to one of them whereas I can see my reflection directly or in my peripheral vision. Similar to my fear of darkness, my mind often creates images or shapes which do not exist, usually when I least expect it.
On top of this, I have panic-disorder, complex PTSD, S1 Hypertension, and insomnia. I take meds, but they only do so much to help. Why I continue to live on with this crap, I don't know, but the clock keeps ticking.