Eta: I don't like flying or spiders or snakes, etc, but I don't literally "fear" them like I do the swings.
Like normal playground swings, or the huge swings at amusement parks? Because if it is the latter, I completely agree. I will ride the biggest roller coaster but I cannot do the swings without panic.
Driving across long bridges. I don't think H really believed me until we went to Florida last year. I was driving toward the end of the trip and my face got all flush when we had to drive across the bridge to get into town.
Along with the bridges, I hate being in a car next to water. It absolutely terrifies me that we'll wreck and I'll end up trapped in the car in the water.
Eta: I don't like flying or spiders or snakes, etc, but I don't literally "fear" them like I do the swings.
Like normal playground swings, or the huge swings at amusement parks? Because if it is the latter, I completely agree. I will ride the biggest roller coaster but I cannot do the swings without panic.
Normal playground swings.
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Like how kids go high on them and are usually not in sync and so there are kids in all different heights at once and omg the swings could tangle and all the kids fall and land on the ground it would be so awful
I cannot cannot be around swings. I actively seek out playgrounds without swings, if we are at a park with swings (ugh), I will move heaven and earth to get my kids interested in something else. I stop at nothing to avoid the swings. I'm sweating right now, for real, typing this out because I'm picturing it and it's so scary to me
Post by laceylaplante on Jul 29, 2014 8:34:02 GMT -5
War on American soil A bomb attack from terrorists like a 9/11 type incident. Any time I am at a big function, I worry that there will be a shooter to the point that I do an exit check and have darting eyes the whole time. When I am a passenger in a car or when someonone other than myself is driving my kids around.
Driving across long bridges. I don't think H really believed me until we went to Florida last year. I was driving toward the end of the trip and my face got all flush when we had to drive across the bridge to get into town.
Along with the bridges, I hate being in a car next to water. It absolutely terrifies me that we'll wreck and I'll end up trapped in the car in the water.
Exactly this. I fear being submerged in my car and unable to get out.
Post by schitzengiggles on Jul 29, 2014 8:44:27 GMT -5
It was established in the OP that we are talking about fears OTHER than the normal ones of DH dying and kids dying in general(because DUH, what woman/mom isn't terrified at the thought).
So other than that, I don't really have any notable ones. Sure, there are things and situations that freak me out, but nothing extreme.
My mom is terrified of spiders. She can't even glance at one on TV without her heart rate going through the roof.
Post by peachdragon on Jul 29, 2014 8:54:37 GMT -5
I don't really have any fears that I dwell on. I mean, I'm afraid of bears when we're camping. And I'm "afraid" of ants (more like repulsed). But I'm thankful that I don't have real, anxiety-inducing fears.
Post by walterismydog on Jul 29, 2014 8:54:46 GMT -5
Being chased, because I'm a really slow runner and I know I would be caught. Falling down a cliff. One time on a hike on a very poorly marked trail, I ended up perched on a ledge of a sheer drop down into a river. I was fucking terrified. I started crying, it was just me and Walter dog, and he looked scared too. After a few minutes of evaluating life and death and everything in between, I crabwalked back up this insanely steep ledge and back on to the trail. I've done that trail a thousand times. I have no idea how I ended up on that ledge. That also kind of freaks me out, because I'm usually very careful and observant on hikes.
Cave crickets. I can't. I just can't. One jumped down my sweatshirt as a teenager and I'm legit TERRIFIED of them. We would get them in our basement so I did my laundry at a laundry mat for years until I moved out.
I'm not so much afraid of the world going to shit but the part after the world goes to shit and all the people turn shitty and it's every man for himself. And yeah I just hope I die within the first wave because I'm not cut out to live like that.
Both instantly make me panicky. We just took the kids to an amusement park last week and B wanted me to ride one of those rides that carries you on a cable (in a seat) over a portion of the park. I did it, but I swear I had a death grip on the bar the whole time. I was sweating by the time we got off.
My dad rubbed off on me. I think over the course of a year, we'd be ushered to the basement due to wind at least 20 times.
He will call me know as an adult to tell me if a storm or wind is coming my way. I've lived in my house for 4 years now and have yet to chill in the basement. Yet I still get panicky and keep myself awake every time there is strong wind. Baby steps!