Phobias - Page 2

The Little Bopper · April 11th, 2009, 11:02 PM

I used to be seriously phobic about spiders--I mean peel-me-off-the-ceiling-if-I-see-one phobic--and finally decided that it was ridiculous. So when the Field Museum of Natural History here in Chicago had a big exhibit about spiders about 15 years ago I figured I could cure myself by going to it and forcing myself to look at everything. It actually worked, to the point that when a barn spider (like Charlotte in Charlotte's Web) spun a huge web in my kitchen a few years ago, I left it alone until she'd decided she'd had enough, packed up, and went away after a couple of weeks. (I named her Mylene, because, just like Mylene Farmer, she couldn't sing.)

sy534534 · April 11th, 2009, 11:13 PM

Ok i might be the only one with this phobia but i CANNOT lay in bed in any other position than flat on my back. Stems from a childhood incident when i was three or four and asleep in bed, my dad thought it would be hilarious to burst into my room in his army cammo gear and scare me to death!! I now HAVE to have my bed facing the doorway with my pillow propped up slightly and lay on my back to get to sleep. As you can imagine this has not gone down well with girlfriends who want to cuddle as they drop off to sleep, just can't do it

Thanks Dad, 30 years later and i'm still getting back ache every night!!

**brianwp** · April 14th, 2009, 09:26 AM

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Originally Posted by GreenSkull

Some great ones been mentioned so far , although not so great for the sufferers of course. Plus can`t believe i forgot about clowns as those guys give most people over seven years old the creeps .Who knows maybe it`s the painted smiling face masking the true emotions underneath that effects us most, or the fact they just aren`t funny what with their main act being overlarge shoes an all.

Now my true phobia is ghosts , as in i get spooked out by the thought of spooks. But then i blame (Hey it`s always good to have a cause, and you know Jesus said that so it must be right ) my much older sister for freaking me out when growing up by constantly having visions of them . Mind you this is also the woman who swore she once saw a fish in a tank with a human face , me i`d have said it was her reflection from the glass, only she`s quite crazy so i find it best to humour her (Preferably while some distance away) .

Ghosts

Well apart from her the BBC is also to blame for doing that program Ghostwatch in 92 . I only started watching it quarter of the way through and being young and impreso imppressi impreesionab , ok stupid , i mistakenly half believed the badly acted mess of a program was true. Then again these things effect and stay with you even if you don`t want them to , not that i let it effect me too much as i still put myself in spooky situations. Also i sleep with the light off which is really very brave , especially when i know for a fact that all those ghosts hate and want to kill me !

GreenSkull! Tell me it ain't true! Ghosts? Oh no, no, no. That's not the Green Machine that I know! Ain't no such thing as ghosts, you ninny! Get a grip, there! Oh, and quick...look behind you! Ha ha.

MaxJoker · April 14th, 2009, 09:52 AM

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Originally Posted by brianwp

GreenSkull! Tell me it ain't true! Ghosts? Oh no, no, no. That's not the Green Machine that I know! Ain't no such thing as ghosts, you ninny! Get a grip, there! Oh, and quick...look behind you! Ha ha.

Also have a phobia of over quotes , so you`re scaring me twice with this one

Estreeter · April 14th, 2009, 09:58 AM

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Originally Posted by GreenSkull

Also have a phobia of over quotes , so you`re scaring me twice with this one

So I'll keep this short, I have a phobia of your avatar GreenSkull

MaxJoker · April 17th, 2009, 11:18 AM

Just thought does one against getting married count ?.

Because the very idea of having to go through all that stuff like the proposal and buying a ring , then the actual big day arriving and i`m meant to swear in a church or what not about commitment while my family (Christ alive) look on ???.

Then i go on holiday , alongside the woman i`m supposed to spend the rest of my life with ?.

Are there any men out there who`ve experienced that holiday ?, if so what was it like and were her discussion ideas as terrifying as i imagine ?.

Were they about the future and children`s names , school choices and retirement plans ?.

Man i feel ill , somebody tell me i`m wrong and that married life only leads to wanton sex and full glasses

**scoundrel** · April 17th, 2009, 08:00 PM

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Originally Posted by brianwp

Yeah, I know it's improbable these days..but that would truly be horrible. Buried alive. Can't move, coffin too tight. Trying to claw your way through a metal casket. Bad scene. I used to work in a pharmacy, and the local mortician would tell me how he stuck a big spike into the sternum of a customer, and say.."well, if he wasn't dead...he is now".

One of my fears as well.

The thought of being converted into ashes while my central nervous system is still up and running isn't a barrel of laughs either. My sister is a journalist and one of her first assignments in 1982 was to interview a bloke retiring from our local crematorium who had worked there since 1929, when he was 13years old. He explained that he always drove a large pin into the dear departed, just in case they hadn't actually gone anywhere. Back in his younger days he expected a hit rate of two or three a year, but hadn't had any revenants for at least ten years when he retired. However, to this day, they use the pin at the crematorium: better safe than sorry.

I didn't enjoy that scene in Diamonds Are Forever at all.

**brianwp** · April 18th, 2009, 08:38 AM

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Originally Posted by GreenSkull

Just thought does one against getting married count ?.

Because the very idea of having to go through all that stuff like the proposal and buying a ring , then the actual big day arriving and i`m meant to swear in a church or what not about commitment while my family (Christ alive) look on ???.

Then i go on holiday , alongside the woman i`m supposed to spend the rest of my life with ?.

Are there any men out there who`ve experienced that holiday ?, if so what was it like and were her discussion ideas as terrifying as i imagine ?.

Were they about the future and children`s names , school choices and retirement plans ?.

Man i feel ill , somebody tell me i`m wrong and that married life only leads to wanton sex and full glasses

Well, Green One, it isn't all that bad, y'know? The day I got married was the most exciting day of my life, as a matter of fact. We went to a hunting preserve for our honeymoon, (I really should have thought that one out a little better), but my wedding gift to her was a 20 gauge double barrel, and hers to me was a S+W Model 19 357 magnum. I can't speak for anyone else, but for me, our sex life has been really, really good throughout most of our marriage, actually better later on, once we got to know each others turn-ons, and all. True, the fucking kids drive you nuts, but it's nice to know there'll be someone there who cares when you take your last breath.

**scoundrel** · June 7th, 2009, 06:57 PM

I am fed up to the back teeth of being told that air is the safest way to travel: whatever the statistics say the evidence of my own eyes is that being lord knows how many thousand feet up in the air just isn't all that safe. QED.

The air experience also tunes right in to my fear of confined spaces. Here is a brief summary of my first flight, when I discovered that I am afraid of flying.

The flight was a Brittania Airways Boeing 737-200 going from London Gatwick to Geneva. It started with a bit of light relief when, in a voice so posh it could have been a Monty Python parody, the Captain addressed us:

''Ladies and gentlemen, I apologise on behalf of Britannia Airways for the thirty minute delay in the departure of this flight to Geneva, which has arisen because your Captain forget to set his alarm clock this morning...''

But things got serious once the cabin crew clamped the door shut. It was bourne in upon me that anything which happened to the aircraft from this moment was happening to scoundrel as well. I clearly hadn't thought carefully enough about what I was letting myself in for.

I had been allocated a window seat so I got a full view of the airport rushing past at some unfeasible speed while the aeroplane was still solidly earthbound. I had an opportunity to absorb the fact that a moment is reached before takeoff when the aeroplane must either fly or crash: there is no third option. Then the earth receded so quickly, but I could identify my own car in one of the many airport car parks a long way down...

For just over an hour the flight went well. I even had a decent, if somewhat scaled down meal. Airline food isn't as bad as people say.

As we approached the Alps and started to descend, I discovered the joys of turbulence

The sensation of falling down a liftshaft over and over again is less than reassuring.

As you enter the Geneva Airport landing path, the plane goes through mountain passes so you get a view of solid rock uncomfortably close to the wings. Hmm.

But when we were clearly not far from terra firma, and the city itself was visable, the engines suddenly screamed blue murder, the whole plane tilted rather a lot and actually shook. The cabin crew tried hard to show no alarm in front of us but couldn't conceal that they hadn't expected it and didn't like it at all. In my window I saw a mountainside getting closer and closer. Hmm.

Then the view was of blue sky again and the aeroplane was level and flying normally. The Captain's voice came on the blower, sounding like Alvar Liddell reading the BBC News in 1940.

''Ladies and gentlemen, I apologise for that entirely unscheduled manoevre, which arose because Geneva Airport ordered me to abort my landing at the very last possible second.''

Pause.

''I am about to speak to Geneva Airport,'' (slight pause) ''and tell them exactly what is on my mind.''...

The actual landing what an anti-climax after that. We didn't even bounce. But it was too late: my views on air travel had already set in stone.

ssuganda · June 7th, 2009, 09:16 PM

About 15 years ago I suffered from a social phobia which had a dramatic effect on my life.
To cut a very long story short I have completely recovered and since then have joined Triumph Over Phobia, a self help group whose methods really work.
If anybody wishes to contact me for help of any kind,feel free to do so.

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April 17th, 2009, 11:18 AM	#16
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June 7th, 2009, 06:57 PM	#19
scoundrel Super Moderator Join Date: Jan 2009 Location: England Posts: 26,239 Thanks: 162,401 Thanked 278,548 Times in 26,184 Posts	Air Travel I am fed up to the back teeth of being told that air is the safest way to travel: whatever the statistics say the evidence of my own eyes is that being lord knows how many thousand feet up in the air just isn't all that safe. QED. The air experience also tunes right in to my fear of confined spaces. Here is a brief summary of my first flight, when I discovered that I am afraid of flying. The flight was a Brittania Airways Boeing 737-200 going from London Gatwick to Geneva. It started with a bit of light relief when, in a voice so posh it could have been a Monty Python parody, the Captain addressed us: ''Ladies and gentlemen, I apologise on behalf of Britannia Airways for the thirty minute delay in the departure of this flight to Geneva, which has arisen because your Captain forget to set his alarm clock this morning...'' But things got serious once the cabin crew clamped the door shut. It was bourne in upon me that anything which happened to the aircraft from this moment was happening to scoundrel as well. I clearly hadn't thought carefully enough about what I was letting myself in for. I had been allocated a window seat so I got a full view of the airport rushing past at some unfeasible speed while the aeroplane was still solidly earthbound. I had an opportunity to absorb the fact that a moment is reached before takeoff when the aeroplane must either fly or crash: there is no third option. Then the earth receded so quickly, but I could identify my own car in one of the many airport car parks a long way down... For just over an hour the flight went well. I even had a decent, if somewhat scaled down meal. Airline food isn't as bad as people say. As we approached the Alps and started to descend, I discovered the joys of turbulence The sensation of falling down a liftshaft over and over again is less than reassuring. As you enter the Geneva Airport landing path, the plane goes through mountain passes so you get a view of solid rock uncomfortably close to the wings. Hmm. But when we were clearly not far from terra firma, and the city itself was visable, the engines suddenly screamed blue murder, the whole plane tilted rather a lot and actually shook. The cabin crew tried hard to show no alarm in front of us but couldn't conceal that they hadn't expected it and didn't like it at all. In my window I saw a mountainside getting closer and closer. Hmm. Then the view was of blue sky again and the aeroplane was level and flying normally. The Captain's voice came on the blower, sounding like Alvar Liddell reading the BBC News in 1940. ''Ladies and gentlemen, I apologise for that entirely unscheduled manoevre, which arose because Geneva Airport ordered me to abort my landing at the very last possible second.'' Pause. ''I am about to speak to Geneva Airport,'' (slight pause) ''and tell them exactly what is on my mind.''... The actual landing what an anti-climax after that. We didn't even bounce. But it was too late: my views on air travel had already set in stone. __________________ To view links or images in signatures your post count must be 0 or greater. You currently have 0 posts.

April 11th, 2009, 11:02 PM	#11
The Little Bopper Member Join Date: Feb 2009 Location: Chicago Posts: 29 Thanks: 16,427 Thanked 350 Times in 28 Posts	I used to be seriously phobic about spiders--I mean peel-me-off-the-ceiling-if-I-see-one phobic--and finally decided that it was ridiculous. So when the Field Museum of Natural History here in Chicago had a big exhibit about spiders about 15 years ago I figured I could cure myself by going to it and forcing myself to look at everything. It actually worked, to the point that when a barn spider (like Charlotte in Charlotte's Web) spun a huge web in my kitchen a few years ago, I left it alone until she'd decided she'd had enough, packed up, and went away after a couple of weeks. (I named her Mylene, because, just like Mylene Farmer, she couldn't sing.)

April 11th, 2009, 11:13 PM	#12
sy534534 Junior Member Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Devon UK Posts: 4 Thanks: 56 Thanked 30 Times in 4 Posts	Ok i might be the only one with this phobia but i CANNOT lay in bed in any other position than flat on my back. Stems from a childhood incident when i was three or four and asleep in bed, my dad thought it would be hilarious to burst into my room in his army cammo gear and scare me to death!! I now HAVE to have my bed facing the doorway with my pillow propped up slightly and lay on my back to get to sleep. As you can imagine this has not gone down well with girlfriends who want to cuddle as they drop off to sleep, just can't do it Thanks Dad, 30 years later and i'm still getting back ache every night!!

June 7th, 2009, 09:16 PM	#20
ssuganda Member Join Date: Nov 2008 Posts: 18 Thanks: 47 Thanked 406 Times in 16 Posts	About 15 years ago I suffered from a social phobia which had a dramatic effect on my life. To cut a very long story short I have completely recovered and since then have joined Triumph Over Phobia, a self help group whose methods really work. If anybody wishes to contact me for help of any kind,feel free to do so.