I am trying to wake this group from the stupor I let it fall into, hence, this question.
We all have fears, some rational, others irrational;fears of the physical and of the metaphysical/spiritual. And some of our fears have lingered since childhood. Since I asked, I'll go first.
I am crazily afraid of stinging scorpions. I live in Oklahoma and in the summer months the soil gets very dry. Scorpions come into our homes looking for a cooler environment. One summer, when I was about 11 or 12, a scorpion crawled into the sleeve of my gown while I was asleep. I must have rolled over or agitated it in some way because it began to prick me. Before I fully awoke and realized what was happening I was stung about 15 times. It made me very sick and since that time I have, needless to say, been afraid of them.
Now for my irrational fear. Remember the child hood game of standing in front of a mirror in a dark room and chanting "bloody mary"? Well, my older brother and cousing taunted me with that when I was a kid. I was pretty fearless and loved scary stuff, but for some reason I couldn't try that one. I still, to this day have not done it and can't bring myself to actually look into a mirror when the lights are off.
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My rational fears ar being helpless, being out of control, and losing myself in my disorders.
My irrational fears are Felix the cat, nightmares, and losing the ones I love.
My phobias are pretty outrageous-- snakes, spiders, insects, drowning, heights, darkness, the supernatural-- none of that really bothers me. But Felix, Felix I'm terrified of. I'm not joking and I don't know why.
before I turned 13 I was hit by a car while crossing the road. I was with my older brother and several friends. It was really crazy how it happened, but anyway...for many years after that I was terrified of crossing a street with more than one lane of traffic. I had Drumaphobia, never diagnosed, but the symptoms were there. This phobia stayed with me until I was 20 years old. Spring break of my 2nd year of college I went with a group of yearbook/photography students to London and Paris. I thought that my whole trip was going to be ruined because we did a lot of walking and the traffic is crazy there. Our tour guide ( a wonderful Irish woman ) told me that if we were hesitant that we would surely get hit by a car, but if we would step out with confidence that they would stop for us. True to her word, that was the case, and I have never been afraid to cross the street since.
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