I was talking to her about @Mean_Mr.Mustard 's thread on claustrophobia.
She stated categorically there’s no such thing.
I went on tho remind her that I, her mother suffered from many phobias. Omniphobic, if you will.
She said it’s all in your head.
Well, duh!!
I told her to study up on it and get back to me.
How did I produce such a cold hearted kid.
I still love her.
I was too claustrophobic to read mmm’s thread on claustrophobia!
I’ve had two or three MRIs on my neck. I flat-out refused to have that done unless they’d find me an open MRI.
They did. Even so, I still had a minor case of the willies seeing the inside of the compartment almost touching my nose. The first machine was completely open all along my right side. If I got panicky, I could have just slid to the right to get OUT. The second time, the machine had a strange semi-circular entrance. That design, plus I had a panic button in my hand, enabled me to cooperate.
The older I get, the more situations completely creep me out.
To Li’l Wrekker: of COURSE it’s in my head. Along with my hopes and dreams, and memories! And algebra.
~VOW
Perhaps Li’l Wrekker should look up the word Phobia. She doesn’t have any? Good for her. But that doesn’t give her permission to look down on people with very real phobias. - Sez this person who has a fish phobia.
I’m pretty sure she has phobias.
She often makes these big broad statements about the world.
More often that not I catch her up in it.
Heh! I’ll bide my time.
rubbing my hands together!
What’s this now???
Of course it is happening inside your head, said Dumbledore, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
Abruptly awakened at 5am by horrendous screaming, then 2 Chihuahuas (in my bedroom) started screeching.
Bayliss hit closet.
I swear I saw his paw come out and shut himself in (cartoon style)
I jumped up quickly. Ran into my hallway.
At the very last door I saw a small boy with a red face and tightly shut eyes, screaming at the top of his lungs. His mother looking at him not comprehending what she is seeing.
I knew immediately. He was sleep walking and dreaming at the same time. I do it. The Li’l-wrekker does it.
I hollered at his Mother to get a wet wash cloth. We would wake him slowly.
Ok! Whew. He was awake the noise stopped but everyone was up now.
And standing there dumbstruck.
Mid-daughter looked at me and said: rather accusingly hostile, “Omg! he’s turning into you!!”
The Li’l-wrekker, harumphed and went downstairs.
I hollered down, " you know you’ve done this a number of times!!"
She doesn’t believe me.
Welcome to the insane asylum.
Beck, it sounds like the poor little guy had a sleep terror–much worse than a nightmare. My daughter ran screaming down the hall when she was three. I barely caught her. She’d had a night terror about a tiger eating her. We put her into bed between us. All was calm for a few minutes, when she screamed, “He’s at our feet!” In truth, I don’t think she was ever fully awake. We slept with the light on.
Sleep terrors and sleepwalking occur in the same phase of sleep. I’ve read that kids seldom remember sleep terrors, but our daughter remembered that one and was afraid for years. She also became a sleepwalker for awhile.
I suspect L’il Wrekker is whistling past the graveyard, don’t you? There really is a phobophobia.
Oh. My. God.
I now proclaim to the world (well, to the Dope) I have phobophobia.
I’m gonna tell her, she does too.
Y’all say a little prayer for me.
She’s laughed for 2 days about my Omniphobia.
She said I should call it every-thing-in-the-Universaphobia. That made me afraid of stars and planets.
Oddly.
Yep. You scare me. It’s the tactile feeling and the dead eyes looking at nothing while resting on the dinner plate or floating in the water. Just… (shudder).
Night terrors are horrible. They are often brought on by stress. I used to live in an upper duplex and the little boy below me started having them. Our home had been sold and was about to be torn down for retail space so we were all under pressure to find a place to live.
Per the doctor, said child was picking up on everybody’s vibes. He screamed almost every night for a couple of weeks. His parents (low income) got help finding an affordable place to buy and the screaming stopped.
Becks, are you stressing out your grandkids?
Umm?..yes, I’d say so.
My sleep issues are legendary.
I talked to Mid-daughter about night terrors.
This little boy took longer than any baby I’ve ever seen to sleep thru the night. He was nearly 2.
When he’s asleep now we walk around on tippy toes.
She actually has a sleep medication for him,( I suspect it’s mostly Benadryl) she only uses it when he’s very overtired and just can’t settle.
We’re on alert for further odd behavior.
Fingers crossed that everyone becomes calm and happy so the little one can sleep. Of course, this means Li’l Wrekker will have to be nice and agreeable with you. No arguments. 
My mother often told me of my sleep walking escapades. She said encountering me while I was sleep walking chilled her to the bone: my eyes were open and devoid of any expression.
I also sleep talked. My sister and I had adjacent bedrooms, and we frequently argued together while asleep.
What do dull families talk about?
~VOW
This made me grin.
I have no idea. But, bear in mind that the picture below is currently hanging in my parents’ house:
amateurs. My youngest didn’t start sleeping thru the night until about 15. 
Not an uncommon side effect of being on the autism spectrum. Before working with the sleep clinic, she would wake up wide awake for 2-4 hours 3-5 times per week. It was like having permanent jet lag for her and I.
Beck, get kidlet to the sleep clinic at the nearest Children’s Hospital. We were proscribed the miracle drug clonodine. A really mild high blood pressure med from the 1950’s that worked wonders for us.
I gave up trying to be a normal family. Long ago.