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ONE love, blood, life
another one is mushrooms, they don't make me go running for cover or anything but they do give me the willies.
and i used to think i was afraid of heights, but now i've realized it's more a fear of falling.
Home invasion
Child being abducted
Plane crash
Death
Incarceration. The thought of ever going to jail freaks me the fuck out in myriad ways. Especially if I was wrongfully imprisoned....I'd lose my mind. I'll sometimes watch one of those prison documentaries on History or NatGeo, and think to myself "That shit just scared me straight, I'm never committing a crime again", and I don't commit any fucking crimes, but it scares me straight anyway.
I wasn't afraid of home invasion until it happened to us. The kind of fear it gives you is not like a phobia, but during it, it is a more severe physical reaction than I ever thought would be possible. You feel ill, very weak, you feel pain in your limbs, wobbly, like you are under a strobe light.. Your brain cries out as it processes everything that is happening, but it keeps shutting itself off - I suppose to stop you panicking during it. The strobe feeling returns. Everything is in collage.
I'll say this straight up, my list of fears is rather lengthy. I wasn't afraid of home invasion until it happened to us. The kind of fear it gives you is not like a phobia, but during it, it is a more severe physical reaction than I ever thought would be possible. You feel ill, very weak, you feel pain in your limbs, wobbly, like you are under a strobe light.. Your brain cries out as it processes everything that is happening, but it keeps shutting itself off - I suppose to stop you panicking during it. The strobe feeling returns. Everything is in collage. When you think of the fear of it happening again when it is over, this is what you think of - the feeling, your reaction to it at the time. It makes you sick. You then move onto something happening to your family. What would you do? You now know you're capable of killing someone. A lot of people 'know' they are capable of killing someone, but learning how that feels? That's a new kettle of fish.
My other fears are like yours - I hate flying, I fear leaving the ground. I hate heights. I cannot climb ladders, can't stand on chairs easily to get things out of tall cupboards. I fear spiders (though not as bad as I once did due to a phobia management course), I now fear snakes because they are everywhere in my backyard, I fear being buried alive. I fear just not being dead and then requiring an autopsy. Because of this I fear anaesthetic.
Haven't you read FYM? Gaol is an unworthy punishment. They get TV!!! They get their meals cooked for them!!!! It's a walk in the goddamn park, man. I don't feel one iota of sympathy for offenders, see home invasion phobia, but fuck me - people who reckon it's some idyllic existence are so far beyond stupidly naive that it's painful to read/hear/listen to.
Getting stabbed in the eye, for some reason I think that eye pain is the worst.
I love spiders.
I'm afraid of whales (not Wales), the ocean/seas, big ships, and rape (one of these things is not like the others...).
this is going to sound stupid, dead people, just the sight of them makes me uncomfortable.
Your description above was visceral, wow. I am sorry that you had to endure such an episode in your life. I remember that our apartment was robbed when I was a child, but we were not home. I think that I was afraid to go to sleep at night for about a week, but then it faded. I was, what, 5, I think? That's when I started sneaking into my parent's room when they were asleep to leave one of my GI Joes in their room to protect them.
I am certain that home invasion is a thousand times more frightening but your description of it reminds me of how it felt when I was robbed at gunpoint. I remember seeing everything like you say, in collage, and all these years later the only thing I see when I think of it are my hands. My hands opening the drawers, my hands curling around the money, my hands reaching for the bag. Maybe it was because my hands were so important in those few moments as the instruments that would decide my fate? As in, if I made one wrong move with them I was toast? Who knows. It's just the strangest thing how the brain works.
Flying, flying flying. With a bloody big F
and i hate it, it has screwed up so many things i've wanted to do over the last few years. I LOVE to travel and i screwed up a big trip thanks to being afraid and not getting on the plane.
But im not letting it beat me, i've book a trip to europe next feb and if i have to cry for the whole 20 fucking hours i will. If I die, then I die.