In a prior part of my life, I was a normal flyer. I even enjoyed it. Take-offs used to be my favorite part of flying in fact, and I found the entire experience relaxing and fun.
In 1997, I went on a business trip for a week, and the flight back home was a “commuter” flight from San Francisco to LA. It was packed, and I was in between two people. I was uncomfortable the whole time, to the point of being slightly clausterphobic, which is unusual for me. But I didn’t give it much thought after that.
The next time I flew was in 2000. Jakeline and I were going to meet a friend in St. Louis, so we were flying into Kansas City and driving the rest of the way. There was a brief layover in Houston. On the way to Houston, I started to become very uncomfortable, to the point of being afraid. I don’t remember whether it was flying into Houston or leaving Houston that I got worse because we flew through, or just around, a thunderstorm. But I started to really freak out, clutching my armrest at the slightest hint of turbulence, etc. I was very grateful when we finally landed in K.C.
As our week in Missouri went on, I became increasingly agitated about the prospect of getting back on a plane. By the time we’d reached the day before departure, I’d begun looking into alternatives to going back home. Ultimately, we ended up taking the train all the way back from K.C. because I just couldn’t bring myself to get back on the plane. Without knowing when or why, exactly, I’d become deathly afraid of flying.
Since that time, I’ve tried to logically work through my fears. I have hopes of seeing much more of the country, and I refuse to be saddled by this irrational fear. In the last couple of years, I’ve taken a few short flights (LA to Vegas, LA to Reno, Reno to Vegas – none longer than 75 minutes) to try to help conquer the fear. I’ve been exceedingly nervous on all of them, and I even took anxiety medication on one of them, but I survived them all, and I’m willing to do it again. Now, essentially I can handle my fear up to the point where I won’t be completely crippled by it, but I’m nowhere near being over the fear.
So I’m wondering if there are any of you out there who have overcome this particular phobia, or if you know of anyone who has. How did you you do it? How long did it take? And how/when did you develop the fear in the first place?
And, while I don’t want to get too far off topic here, if you’ve had a different type of phobia that you’ve been able to overcome, I’d love it if you’d share that as well.