I’m not afraid of spiders, but I can see how people might find them disconcerting (although people going hysterical (i.e. my 6’4" brother-in-law) I do find a bit strange).
I’m thinking of examples like a woman I once knew who was petrified of electricity pylons. She used to plan her routes with detailed maps so that she didn’t ever have to drive near one or go under the wires. How she coped I’ll never know. Someone else I know will not use motorwat slip roads. She’d rather go miles out of her way than have to use a slip-road.
I knew someone who’s wife was afraid of making left turns while driving. She would drive miles out of her way to ensure that only right turns were made. Must have been hell.
Every calendar year has at least one Friday the 13th, and can have as many as three.
I don’t remember where I read that, I think it was one of Isaac Asimov’s Black Widower stories.
This is kind of my point. These are all very well in theory, but does anyone actually suffer from them? I could sit here and think up a name for a fear of anything, parsed URLs, but it wouldn’t mean anyone had them.
In fact, that might be more interesting, can anyone think of any names for phobias that haven’t been (officially) recognised yet?
Whilst employeed as a travel agent for a large midwestern hospital, I learned that one of the DOCTORS there had a fear of the number 13.
During a business trip to London, he learned that his business-class seat was in row #13, the last seat available. We assured his that there was another Doctor from our hospital already booked on that flight, seat assigned in a non-13 row, with whom we’d spoken, and would gladly switch seats with him upon check-in for that leg of the trip.
The non-13 row doc didn’t show for his flight. The fearful doc was TERRIFIED that he’d have to sit in row 13. He called our office to say that it was a few minutes before departure, the other doc hadn’t showed up yet and <get this!> HE WAS FORCED TO BUY A SEAT IN FIRST CLASS.
Forced?
Well, “forced” in that he couldn’t think clearly enough to have the gate-agent change his seat-assignment to the seat that no-show doc was holding.
Well, I don’t know how easily verifiable this is, but on the site where I pinched the phobias I posted:
So presumably someone at some time must have suffered from them. And although I don’t suffer from it all the time, I can assure you that I definitely have bouts of Pentheraphobia. I can’t be the only one.
What the hell is with the people who are afraid of clowns? They are just people wearing costumes, fer crimminy sakes! I don’t get it.
I have a fear of being involved in a head-on collision with a white Volvo big-rig, pulling a motor yacht while riding my motorcycle. Anybody know the name for that?
My pet suffers from dyslexia and a Christ complex.