LOL I was also scared of the pillsbury cans popping open. I've just recently gotten over that one. Hubby commented that he was proud of me for opening them myself now.
On the same note, I hate popping balloons. They scare the shiz out of me.
My biggest fear though is spiders. I can't even watch them on TV or see them in a picture. I get instant goose bumps.
On the same note, I hate popping balloons. They scare the shiz out of me.
In a class last semester, the professor made a student get up in front of the class and blow up a balloon till it exploded. It was quite possibly the WORST thing that has ever happened. I felt so bad for him afterwards but was too busy freaking out to really care about him in the moment.
Post by abitofashout on Jan 2, 2013 16:03:20 GMT -5
Masks. But even weirder, those inflatable demon wind-sock things you see in front of stores, the ones that bend and flop around in the wind. UGH. I don't know the proper term for them, but surely you know what I mean. Basically, I just hate floppy things in general.
Masks. But even weirder, those inflatable demon wind-sock things you see in front of stores, the ones that bend and flop around in the wind. UGH. I don't know the proper term for them, but surely you know what I mean. Basically, I just hate floppy things in general.
Biscuit cans give me a little thrill, though.
You mean... wacky wavy inflatable arm-flailing tube men?... I hate floppy things too, but I think we're speaking of different things all together ;D
I know no one LIKES barf. But I flip out. I hyperventilate and try to flee the area. The I have to sit with my head between my knees and try not to pass out.
Do you know how many movies have barf in them?! Lots.
I know someone that has this. She went through exposure therapy to help. I'm guessing you don't want the details on this!
I hate urine with a passion. Baby pee, my dog's pee, mine and my husbands pee doesn't bother me, but anyone else's give me shivers. The toilet seat always has to be shut before I flush and I hold my breath in public restrooms. If there is pee on a toilet seat, I have to leave. It absolutely kills me if guys pee outside somewhere that there is a possibility of walking.
Also, I am afraid of my husband or my dog dying without me. I don't fear death for myself, but I fear being left alone. Whenever there are tornado warnings and stuff I panic if DH is at work because I am scared for him to be swept away without me. I am okay once we are all together. This was REALLY intense right after Avery died, to the point that I literally had to have him by my side 24/7. I'm a little more relaxed now.
You wanted irrational fears? I have intense fears of wind chimes, flag poles, musical toys that don't have an off switch and hanging lights above tables. Basically anything I cannot stop or control. I was put on all sorts of anti- anxiety/ antidepressants to help, did exposure therapy and even tried hypnosis because it is THAT bad. I've just learned to deal with it by breathing deeply and removing myself from them ASAP but I still get panic attacks over them sometimes.
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Post by lauranicole91 on Jan 2, 2013 20:36:58 GMT -5
I am afraid of old wrinkly people. My heart races and I hold me breath. I once was shaking and sweating out of fear at my DHs grandparents' nursing home a few years ago.
Also I am afraid of hoarding tendencies. So much so that seeing my Christmas cards on display for the season makes me want to scream and throw them all out. I go through my house constantly hoping to fill a box of stuff to donate/sell/throw out. I get a high from that kinda thing.
I am TERRIFIED of those Pillsbury cans that pop open when you pull the wrapper off. I have panic attacks when I pull the paper off and they still don't pop open. I hyperventilate and usually have to get somebody else to open it for me.
Masks. But even weirder, those inflatable demon wind-sock things you see in front of stores, the ones that bend and flop around in the wind. UGH. I don't know the proper term for them, but surely you know what I mean. Basically, I just hate floppy things in general.
Biscuit cans give me a little thrill, though.
You mean... wacky wavy inflatable arm-flailing tube men?... I hate floppy things too, but I think we're speaking of different things all together ;D
Get out of my head!
Beth, I also have an issue with down escalators.
If I go outside at night by myself, I get this instant panic where I have to run back inside. I wouldn't say it's a fear of the dark as much as a fear of being out in the open in the dark.