The Glade 4.0

Phobias, most people have them, an irrational, crippling fear of *something*.

So, what's yours?

Mine?
Mild:
Heights
Stinging insects

Severe:
Dark, enclosed spaces

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Holy shitsnacks!

The irony to your severe phobia... if I turned the kitchen light on, even though your door was closed; it would wake you up and put you in a dark enclosed space...

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Darksiege
Traveller, Calé, Whisperer
Lead me not into temptation; for I know a shortcut

Only when my Ex slept over :p

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Holy shitsnacks!

Too many people in too small a space. A very specialized claustrophobia.

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The U. S. Constitution doesn't guarantee happiness, only the pursuit of it. You have to catch up with it yourself. B. Franklin

"A mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone." -- Tyrion Lannister, A Game of Thrones

I wouldn't say any true phobias, but things that sometimes keep me up at night thinking about are:

Death

Global Thermonuclear War

Ghosts/Demons

Loss of Loved Ones


Closest things to phobias I would say I have would be:

Spiders (evil little things that I learned to despise after growing up in the deep country -- although I oddly find them fascinating)

Loss of Personal Control

Extreme: Heights
I can't stand heights... go through panic attacks when in an extra tall building with glass floors and have fainted once in china due to such an event. Flights with me are fun cause once i get above a certain height (where I can no longer see houses or cars to know I'm up high) I'm okay, but take off and landing has me grabbing onto the chair with my dear life while trying not to scare the person next to me.

Mild: mum
As soon as mum gets slightly ticked, I will do what ever needed to defuse the bomb. I was brain washed and conditioned to do this from a young age... >.<

Fear of heights...which is weird since I love flying and always have a window seat on commercial airlines...even took a helicopter flight over the Grand Canyon a few years ago (first time ever in a helicopter!)!!

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"Said I never had much use for one, never said I didn't know how to use one!"~ Matthew Quigley

"nothing like a little meow in bed at night" ~ Bruskey

"I gotta float my stick same as you" Hondo Lane

"Fill your hand you son of a *****!"

Spiders. H9 them.

Some mild claustrophobia. Only flares up if I'm in a claustrophobic situation and am already stressed. Annoyingly, being in a claustrophobic situation tends to get me stressed, which then causes the claustrophobia to kick in.

Suffocating.

And not really a phobia per se, but it really weirds me out to sleep in a bedroom wherein the closet door is open, or cracked.

The sound of my voice recorded or amplified. I don't mind it being recorded or amplified so long as I don't have to hear it.

I have this problem as well! It stems from a time when I was very young, maybe 4 years old, and I saw people coming out of my closet! Could never sleep with the closet door open ever since!

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"Said I never had much use for one, never said I didn't know how to use one!"~ Matthew Quigley

"nothing like a little meow in bed at night" ~ Bruskey

"I gotta float my stick same as you" Hondo Lane

"Fill your hand you son of a *****!"

It isn't a phobia, but I don't recognize my voice recorded. I don't tend to need my voice amplified, I can fill any room and most fields just fine. I don't do much voice work anymore and when I do it is as an SCA Herald, which rarely if ever tends toward amplification.

This is a good thing, I've blown out PA systems when people have tried to mike me without telling me first. No, not just small ones. It has been awhile though.

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The U. S. Constitution doesn't guarantee happiness, only the pursuit of it. You have to catch up with it yourself. B. Franklin

"A mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone." -- Tyrion Lannister, A Game of Thrones

Big, hairy, jumping on your face spiders..

I am also kinda claustophobic.

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Dream as if you'll live forever...
...Live as if you'll die tomorrow

Vivere Senza Rimpianti

minor.. anything considered a "pet" that is bordering on having opposable thumbs...

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Darksiege
Traveller, Calé, Whisperer
Lead me not into temptation; for I know a shortcut

Snakes. I am terrified of them, way worse than Indiana Jones. I have nightmares at least once a week that they are slithering on my feet and I wake up kicking and screaming.

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Los Angeles Kings 2014 Stanley Cup Champions

"I love this **** team right here."
-Jonathan Quick

But you're around 3 of those almost all the time :p

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Holy shitsnacks!

LOL kids are not pets. They are day labor. I mean **** like prairie dogs and stuff.

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Darksiege
Traveller, Calé, Whisperer
Lead me not into temptation; for I know a shortcut

=)
Had to post it ......

Same. Can't sleep facing an open door of any kind. Only in the last few years have graduated to being able to sleep facing a door that is even slightly cracked (when I was trying to house break my dog).

I used to be terrified of spiders and sharks. I seem to have shed those though and am currently in the market for some new phobias.

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I advocate villainous Victorian velociraptors.

Being buried alive, trapped underground/underwater or crushed under a very large object.

Much as I like the idea of caving and/or cave diving, the thought of getting caught in a cave-in, suffocating in a small enclosed space or drowning just plain unnerves me. Likewise, any set of circumstances that produces a similar sensation will flip me out. For example: sleeping on uneven ground, with my head at a lower elevation than the rest of my body, will trigger a severe panic attack *in my sleep*; and the torture scene from Tank Girl (lowered headfirst into a downward-sloping pipe that's slowly filling up with water) makes me want to curl up into a little ball.

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Go back to zero, take a pill, and get well ~ Lemmy Kilmister

Heights.. although it depends on the circumstances it can range from nonexistant to terrifying.

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"Hysterical children shrieking about right-wing anything need to go sit in the corner and be quiet while the adults are talking."

Throwing up.
Its related to some trauma I experienced as a kid. Its called emitaphobia or something I think.

Some people actually do it for fun...Steve-O seems to enjoy it, and I've actually met some people that drank 2 liters of Faygo until they puked just for the pretty splashes. Weird people.
I'm not really afraid of anything else.

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"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Jesus of Nazareth

Alliteration.

/flees thread screaming

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Ezekiel 23:19-20 

I needed an MRI exam recently and was asked if I had any problem with claustrophobia. I laughed and assured the doctor I would have no trouble at all with undergoing an exam in a long bore MRI scanner.

I was so terribly and horribly wrong.

My shoulders rubbed the sides as the sled moved me into the machine. My nose was inches from the top as I watched the seams and rivets pass by while I was loaded like a round into the breech of some huge gun. The world closed around me and I stopped laughing and joking with the doctor and my wife. She knew immediately that something was wrong... me being silent isn't something that happens that often... ok, so she's NEVER heard me be silent. She told the doctor that something was wrong and when he asked if there was a problem, all I said was "YES".

After they pulled me back out, I spent about 20 minutes pacing back and forth telling them that there was NO WAY I was going to go back into that machine. However, the procedure was necessary to determine if I had pancreatic cancer, and I couldn't ignore the fact that I had to have the scan done. The doctor suggested that massive quantities of drugs could be used, but that the problem with that was, because of where they needed to scan, I had to periodically remain totally still and hold my breath and drugs would only complicate things, with the possibility of needing to retake the test.

"OK, well, how long am I going to have to be in there?"

40 minutes. Oh ****. ****, **** ****.

In the end, when I finally regained control of myself, I told them I would try again. I closed my eyes this time and my wife reached into the machine and stroked my leg for the 40 minutes it took for the test.

No cancer. woo-hoo! It turns out that something called the "sphincter of oddi" is causing the problems and if I have a pancreatic attack again, I'll probably need some minor surgery. I had moments of anxiety for several days afterward, whenever I thought of the experience.

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In time, this too shall pass.