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Post by Radiation on Apr 22, 2009 14:51:45 GMT -5
I have a huge fear of balloons. I hate the way they sound and I am always on edge if they are going to pop.
I hate bees and anything in the hymenoptera family.
I am deathly afraid of heights. I am claustrophobic. I also have a weird phobia of those ceiling plant hooks or any hook in general.
Worms freak the hell out of me which is weird because I used to fish when I was younger.
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Post by maanantai on Apr 22, 2009 14:59:53 GMT -5
Yeah, I'm freaked out by moths. I usually end up screaming at the cats about their only "job" in life is to kill insects. Our cats are useless in that. Younger doesn't know yet what to do with them and older one won't bother to do it since he's more after bigger animals. Or was in our old place. (squirrels, magpies, rats and so on) Those damn cats don't help in that either. They just get me more freaked by staring at some spot on wall or suddenly running away or just causing freaky sounds and so on... I can guess how that is! I just react more to the smell and luckily I've noticed so far nothiong that would have similar smell to "those places". No you're not. You're just unique
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Post by Jebediah on Apr 22, 2009 15:05:04 GMT -5
(still it makes me almost faint to go there when the smell of those places comes to my nose and I'm hearing distant sound of a drill...) We have a new copier at work, and I think it smells exactly like the dentist. I find that smell to be utterly disgusting and I refuse to go near it. Lucky for me, we still have our old copier until the end of the month.
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Post by maanantai on Apr 22, 2009 15:08:55 GMT -5
(still it makes me almost faint to go there when the smell of those places comes to my nose and I'm hearing distant sound of a drill...) We have a new copier at work, and I think it smells exactly like the dentist. I find that smell to be utterly disgusting and I refuse to go near it. Lucky for me, we still have our old copier until the end of the month. Oh My Goodness! Hopefully the awful smell goes away before the end of the month! (I know that I'd had difficulties with that too!)
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Post by A. Sapien on Apr 22, 2009 16:56:19 GMT -5
I can't drive behind a car carrier without fighting off the fear that the cars are going to roll off. As a result, I'm very quick to get around them.
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Post by Art Vandelay on Apr 22, 2009 17:26:32 GMT -5
I have a huge fear of balloons. I hate the way they sound and I am always on edge if they are going to pop That's another one of mine. I don't have a problem with balloons themselves but I absolutely can't stand the damn things bursting (burst around 3-5 in my presense and I'll be a nervous wreck for at least 30 minutes). It's rather odd considering other loud noises don't really phase me.
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Post by Yahweh on Apr 22, 2009 17:52:18 GMT -5
For 5 years, I was agoraphobic and would not go outdoors without something covering my head. All the pictures of me between the ages of 14 and 19 show me wearing a hooded sweatshirt -- I wore the hood up 24/7, even during the summertime, even while sleeping.
Through personal effort and gradual exposure, I was able to get over my phobia, now I can show my awesome beauty to the world.
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Post by devilschaplain2 on Apr 23, 2009 22:25:07 GMT -5
I also hate hospitals. Rather being inside them. I don't like germs, and being around large amounts of sick people--especially during flu season--freaks me out. I was in a hospital when I was little, and I was having asthma problems, and I saw this guy in the waiting room clutching a bloody rag to his head *shudders* I wanted to vomit....blood, germs, and just the atmosphere of the place makes me want to pass out.
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Post by antichrist on Apr 23, 2009 23:05:05 GMT -5
Bed bugs.
It may sound weird, but it's because hubby spends so many nights in hotels. I feel like I should spray him and his luggage down with Raid every time he walks through the door.
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Post by Nightboomfer on Apr 24, 2009 0:53:59 GMT -5
I'm afraid of heights. My sister has a full-blown phobia when it comes to heights. I need to hold someone's hand when I go up really high stairs. Oddly enough, I love rollercoasters and theme parks. I always have this fear that I'm being watched from afar by some shady organization or whatever whose sole purpose is to destroy me. I mean, sometimes this can send me into full on meltdown mode. I meanone time my ex had to talk me down that "they" wouldn't get me. I'm also extremely paranoid and I constantly think people are plotting behind my back. I don't really tend to open up to people because of this.
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Post by Yaezakura on Apr 24, 2009 4:45:28 GMT -5
Well,as Distind put it, I'm FSTDT's "Obligatory Camera-Phobic Lesbian".
So, yeah. I have a cripplingly powerful fear of cameras. I'll break down and start crying uncontrollably in a store if I happen to notice a security camera.
It really friggin' sucks.
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Post by Vypernight on Apr 24, 2009 5:48:31 GMT -5
Scorpions. Put an inch-long one in a glass case on the other side of the room, and I'll still frek the #$%@ out! When I lived at home, I saw one on the ceiling, freaked out, accidently grabbed the X-14 instead of bugspray, and ended up bleaching the carpet trying to kill the @%#@$ thing.
I mentioned on the previous board how I had a dream our apartment was infested, and I woke up actually scanning the ceiling, walls, and floors.
I had to stop playing Fallout 3 because of the radscorps. I have NEVER been freaked out by a videogame before, and I feel stupid for wanting to sell back the game because of that.
I think that's weird enough.
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Post by dharmasatya on Apr 24, 2009 14:35:58 GMT -5
The bodily fluids of other people, with the exception of those belonging to my guy. (After 15 years, I had better not be!)
I don't shake hands (sweaty palms), kiss (saliva... ewww!), or share utensils.
It really squicks me out.
I need to go shower now.
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Post by KinkoMachine on Apr 25, 2009 1:12:18 GMT -5
I don't really have any current phobias perse. I can be very paranoid, though. However...
A couple of years ago, after watching an episode of Maury about peeping toms, I was convinced that every mirror in my house that was nailed to a wall was a two-way mirror, and that there were people watching me from the other side. I have two bathrooms in my house. The upstairs one had a medicine cabinet, so the mirror on that one didn't bother me. However, that bathroom had a skylight, so that made me slightly paranoid. But the downstairs one had a flat mirror just nailed to the wall, and I would actually change/unchange in the bath tub with the shower curtain drawn so that people wouldn't be able to see me. I was also convinced that public bathrooms had peep holes in the walls and, after watching an episode of CSI, cameras inside the toilet bowls.
I'm over the 2-way-mirror issues now, but I'm still paranoid about privacy issues in general. I still check behind the shower curtain before using the bathroom to make sure people weren't there, I occasionally check the walls for any holes that people would be spying through (only in public places though), and if I'm in a very paranoid mood, I will still check the toilet bowl every once and a while to make sure there wasn't a camera in there. Pretty sad, I know, but I guess better safe than sorry, right...? ^_^;;
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Post by Angel on Apr 26, 2009 2:39:41 GMT -5
I had a really bad phobia of sudden loud noises. According to my parents, this dates back to when I was two years old and were were sitting on a hill top when suddenly the Red Arrows came over, flying extremely low. Apparently I was so scared I peed all over my dad.
Since then I have hated loud bangs. My parents used to force me to attend firework displays every year until one year I cried so much they had to take me home part way through the display. I then proceeded to cry all the way home in the care and was still crying in the house because I was so scared. They didn't make me go again after that.
Fast forward 5 years and 13-year-old me is making good progress with my phobia. I still hate it if balloons pop near me and am wary of them, but not paralysingly afraid. I decide to attend a firework display with my friends. The display is set inside an old WW2 fort. Fireworks are attached to the side of the fort so they will shoot upwards into the air. Things are going well, I have my fingers in my ears, but I'm not too scared and the fireworks are kind of pretty. I'm having a fairly good time.
Unfortunately, the fireworks are strapped to the INSIDE of the fort. One of the sticks has fallen down, and instead of going upwards, fireworks are now shooting sideways, into the crowd which is inside the fort. Right towards me! Everything seemed to go slow-motion. I legged it so fast out of there like you wouldn't believe, pursued by a roman candle repeatedly exploding, spewing white sparks.
I didn't get burned. The people sitting either side of me both did, although not badly. I ran away faster. Everyone was very lucky that night - the worst injury was a small child who had ran into a table and hit her eye.
I didn't try attending another fireworks display for another 5 years or so.
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