I’m always afraid that a drunkard will vomit on me someday.
I have a 5+ phobia of going to the doctor. In fact, I usually require valium for routine visits.
In a bizarre twist of fate, I don’t mind the dentist at all. I even look forward to having my teeth cleaned. I like how squeaky they feel afterwards.
I have a similar fear about being pissed on. I work nights, so walk through a town off piss-heads. Often they are pissing in not-very inconspicuous places. I have this fear that someone will suddenyl decide to run up to me and wee.
Lightning. I would rate it a 2 or a 3. Pictures and videos don’t bother me, in fact it can be quite striking. Between my assigned parking space in the lot and my front door is a very tall cottonwood tree. I have been known to sit in my car and wait out a storm, or to stay in the house (even to the point of being late to work) until the lightning goes away. And I nearly paced a rut into the rug earlier this evening because there was an approaching dangerous storm and my son was still out fishing on the lake.
Oh, wait, no pun intended there!
Sharp objects, particularly needles and stinging insects. Injection needles I’ll rate a 5, considering I will not go to a doctor or visit a hospital unless I’m pretty close to dead already. Sewing needles aren’t much better, and it’s worse now, after my daughter had to have one removed from her thigh bone a few years ago. Stinging insects won’t keep me inside the house all summer, but I do get hysterical if one’s in the house.
Now for my completely ridiculous and embarrassing phobia. Low flying planes. (I’d rate it a 5+) And this really sucks considering I live in a city with Fedex planes overhead all day long. If they seem to be flying too low, I will flush and panic immediately. One week we had a job directly across from the airport, and I had to call in sick for three days. It’s affecting my life in many areas, and I have NO clue how to make it go away. It started with recurring nightmares that got worse every night culminating with a dream where I drove my car directly into the crash and felt my skin melting…I can’t say anymore.
SumLurker: you’re not that weird. (Well maybe you are, but you’re not alone in your weirdness 
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I’m mildly phobic about a LOT of things. Getting a body part slammed in a door or accidentally trodden upon or bent in the wrong direction ranks pretty high (probably a 3.5) and this results in a lot of jerking motions other people don’t necessarily understand. It’s embarrassing to explain it, so I just say, “Uh. Bit my tongue.”
I’m afraid of driving across bridges. I guess I’d rank that a 2. I can do it, but I say prayers all the way across… the fact that I’m agnostic notwithstanding, there’s simply no good reason to take chances. I’m marginally phobic about electricity (1), choking hazards (3), drowning (3.5) heights (4) and death-by-fire (4).
I am HIGHLY arachnaphobic - probably a 4.8. I CAN look at pictures, but I always regret it when I have, because it takes forever to get the idea out of my head, and I spend the next three or so hours attacking my hair, for having the audacity to brush against my skin wrong.
Ocean 3.5 or should I say what I think is in the ocean. I can stand on the beach and look at the ocean, but I won’t so much as evenlet my big toe get wet by it. Ehhh…cold chills thinking about it.
Scorpions 3.5 DEAR GOD WHAT THE HELL IS THE POINT OF THESE THINGS OTHER THAN TO SCARE THE BEEJEZUS OUT OF PEOPLE? They’re like clawed, stingy tailed demon spider thingies. Yeach. Make that a 4 at least.
China Dolls 2.5 I’m ok with them as long as I don’t have to sleep in the same house as them. If I do, I just don’t sleep that much, because I’m pretty sure they’re outside of my door, just waiting for me to drift off.
Slugs and snails. Eechh, almost a 5.
Heights, kind of unnerving if there isn’t a safety barrier in the way.
Damn…Hella people hate spiders. 
My fear? Heights. I live in a two story house. My bedroom is on the second story. Sometimes just looking out my window freaks me out. Climbing a fence? TOOOO HIGH!!! I usually freak out a great deal when dealing with heights.
My other fear? Drowning/Suffocating. I feel squeamish and claustraphobic when I think about it. I feel like a plastic bag is being pulled over my head. Gives me the willies just thinking about it right now.
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Heights. If I’m too high up (twenty feet or so) I can’t go within half a dozen yards of the edge. Even standing ten feet away, I’m afraid I’ll fall off the edge somehow.
Honeycombs. You heard me… honeycombs. Anything shaped like a honeycomb’ll have me shivering and nauseous. Wasps nests, honeycombs themselves, even a bunch of straws pressed together. Gah… I’m squirming right now even thinking of it. 
Heights - I’d say about a 3. I freeze up even up on a ladder and am afraid to climb back down.
Bees - I’d say a 2-3. I’m gatting better about them.
Mine would be needles, probably about a 2.
I also have a completely irrational fear that someone is going to slice open the back of my ankle (this is my sister’s fault for forcing me to watch Pet Semetary), but I don’t know how to number it…
Spiders :eek: Easily 4.5
Most bugs including such as crickets, bees, wasps (etc), anything really that’s creepy crawly (though I don’t mind worms and some beetles)… 4 on the scale
Heights do bother me some. Tried tackling this fear by doing mild rock climbing. Worked, but still not keen or confident. So about a 2
I know this is all pretty serious to the peope suffering them (hell I got so many phobia things going, I should be certified)… but when you read them all together in a bunch like that, its pretty damn funny
I have a lot of ‘panics’ (fire, driving, epecially over bridges or through tunnels, etc., ) but these are not things that impede my functioning—I still drive, etc.
However, cockroaches are a major phobia. 5+++++. I cannot even look at a picture of one without getting all itchy and the “something’s crawling on me!!” feeling. A few years ago, Orkin had an ad on TV where it looked like a cockroach was crawling on the OUTSIDE of the screen and, even though I knew the reality of it, I was so hysterical after seeing it that I had to call a friend and go to her house.
Ironically enough, she saw a cockroach in her bathroom the next week. Never stayed there again.
I’m phobic about sharp pointy things. Not afraid of injections or similar… just pointy things that happen to be pointing at my eyes.
If I’m at a meeting and someone is waving a pen around to make their point, then I have to get up and leave!
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Snakes rate about a 4.5 with me. If I see a picture of one in a magazine or book I can’t touch any part of the page covered by the photo, although I don’t go quite as far as to hurl the offending material across the room. Mind you, I grew up in a part of northern Australia where some of the most venemous snakes on Earth live. We had the house screened when I was 5 because I would wake almost every night screaming that there was a snake in my room.
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Bridges collapsing when I drive over them. More of an irrational fear than a phobia, so it rates about 2. Especially frightening if the bridge is wooden and crosses a river with a reasonable drop underneath it. Another leftover from my childhood.
Demophobia - fear of crowds.
I can just about cope with crowds for short periods of time - say long enough to walk down a busy high street, but I get extremely uncomfortable, I don’t panic or have an anxiety attack, but I feel right on the verge of it. Any longer than a couple of minutes and I start feeling violent - self-protection “fight or flight” response I suppose.
Piccys of crowds don’t bother me, unless someone expects me to go join in… So I guess about a 3.
Tir Tinuviel’s post could almost have been written by me.
Sometimes the violent, “Will you get the f**k out of my way”, impulses are very strong.
I reckon about a 2. Just bad enough to make sure that if I have to go to town, I’m gone first thing in the morning and back home well before it gets busy. It’s also one of the reasons why I avoid going to large cities.
I’m scared of the dark. I have to really steel myself to go in the basement at night for the laundry. My breath speeds up when I go upstairs.
And I’m almost 35.