Just just become scared of everything the older you get, don’t you.
Don’t know if this is becoming a phobia or is just a really strong dislike but I can’t really walk down a street with someone close behind me matching pace and talking loudly (or having clicks heels etc). Have to step aside and let them pass.
Explains the Brexit voting patterns
yeah this makes me feel uncomfortable too
My number one coping mechanism for dealing with everything in life that I don’t want to be doing (i.e. everything in life) is to remind myself that if I really have to, I can just leave if I want.
NOT ON A PLANE THOUGH CAN YOU
I think having kids makes a difference. I found that my fears were different; things that used to scare me didn’t so much, but were replaced by new ones that related to my son
Absolutely this, I seriously love marine life and scuba diving is my very favourite thing to do but it terrifies me
Man, I was so on edge/hiding being upset for a lot of that relationship now I think about it.
welcome to Scout’s retrospective couples therapy, all sessions are billed weekly
Speaking on the phone, taking calls on my phone, listening to messages on my phone.
That’s horrible. I’m sorry.
I think my only true phobia is being trapped inside something and unable to escape. Bear with me though, I don’t think it’s claustrophobia. I’m taking about maybe under a duvet. Or the two recent(ish) instances that I recall where I was a. unable to remove a wetsuit I was wearing and developed quite a panic until someone helped me, and b. when I stupidly wore wellies for gardening without any socks and no matter what I tried afterwards I couldn’t get them off my feet. Makes my heart race just thinking about it
Missed this - that’s really grim. Sorry x
Is there a phobia/condition that relates to being terrified of your own deteriorating mental health/losing the plot? Cos massively that if so
Heights. I remember proverbially crapping myself on a school trip to the Big Buddha in Hong Kong because everyone was looking over the sides and I had to stay as close to the Enlightened One as I could
Yeah I have that. Sleeping bags when you realise how restricted you are. The idea of a weighted blanket hurts me.
Fuck off spiders. You have too many legs, too many eyes and you move really fucking weirdly.
Still balloons, still not booked the hypnotherapy or whatever therapy it was I was going to do. I’m about to go to a balloon shop to pick up my son’s (foil) birthday balloons (I’m ok with the foil ones but I still need to go to the shop of latex hell).
Interestingly, at a party last month where there were more balloons than I’ve ever seen in my life, I was standing in amongst a whole bunch that burst and I must have got covered in the powder and I came out in hives and couldn’t breathe, so it seems that I also have an allergy to the powder in them. That might explain the breathless thing I used to get as a child which I always put down to panic from the phobia- but in fact I think it was mild anaphylaxis and I’m actually allergic and this in turn has fed the phobia. Not sure wtf we do about the situation now. I always thought they’d kill me one day (in the past I nearly got hit by a bus in Manchester running away from a balloon. They will get me one way or the other).
I can’t stand looking at sharp things.
Also heights. Fucking hate heights.
Eisoptrophobia - me too. TV complains of not having a proper size mirror anywhere in the house in which to get ready, but absolutely fuck that…
Fun fact - I was best man at a wedding a couple of years back, and on arriving at the venue it turned out the reception was being held in a room called ‘The Mirrored Ballroom’. Great day