Agoraphobia - Fear of open spaces or of being in crowded, public places or leaving a safe place.
I’ve had this one for a while. The most difficult thing is finding a way to do christmas shopping. I start to have a panic attack when there is too many people in one place. Have you tried going to a mall in downtown toronto in december? Forget about it, you can barely move. It isn’t so bad that I’m afraid to leave my appartment but I don’t wander around outside for any length of time…I pretty much do what I have to do and then come home.
The benefits are (I guess) that when I do have a family, I’ll be able to spend lots and lots of time with them at home.
I’m afraid of snakes, like Mooch. When I was younger, I couldn’t even look at pictures of them (not photographs, pictures!) Now I can, just about… but when in India a few months ago, I saw a snake charmer and his “pets” on the street, and had a panic attack right there.
And it would be okay if it stopped there… but I’m also afraid of lifts - elevators. Not as bad as the snakes, as I can ride in them if I really have to, but I’ll avoid it at all costs for fear of another panic attack.
And oh, yes - I’m a little afraid of physical contact. I can’t stand for people to touch me or hug me…
Oh, dear hyne… reading this, I never realised before how screwed up I seem to be…
Deathly afraid of them. They are the embodiment of pure evil.
But I guess it ties in with my other phobia. I hate those guys that dress up as charactes. Like Mickey Mouse, and Fred Flintstone. I have to work up a nerve to go near them. I guess I don’t trust anything or anyone when I can’t see their real face.
Most bugs/spiders scare me (sans ladybugs and box elder bugs). Snakes and lizards are cool. Clowns scare the bejeezus outta me (and I used to BE one!). Mines scare me, too. I’m not much for heights in my old age, either. Oh, dear…I’m turning into an old crazy lady.
Me too! Actually, my irrational fear has reached out to embrace anything that buzzes. Almost had a heart attack one day when my neighbor on the other side of the fence started up his week wacker!
::shiver:: I can’t even stand to write out buzzes. Gives me the creeps.
I just know that one day I’ll end up with my car wrapped around a tree when one of the little bastards succeeds in making a home in my car. Oh yes, they are taunting me. I had one follow me down the road about 3 inches from my cracked-open window. I had to roll the window shut really quickly. Damn bugger followed me for about a mile. Not a lot of fun with no air conditioning in the Florida summer.