|
Post by antichrist on Apr 26, 2009 15:57:35 GMT -5
|
|
|
Post by Art Vandelay on Apr 28, 2009 20:23:06 GMT -5
Oh I just remembered another one, it's not so much a full-on phobia but rather an intense dislike. I friggen hate chalk. The texture, the sound it makes when writing with it, I hate it so much. The classrooms in the maths building at uni all have blackboards and thanks to that I end up spending majority of my math tutorials with huge goosebumps.
|
|
13rats
Junior Member
Posts: 91
|
Post by 13rats on May 4, 2009 0:08:30 GMT -5
My two greatest fears are of demons and things in deep water. I have no idea where the deep water thing came from, I've just had it ever since I remember. Whenever I'm in a video game in a lake or an ocean I get freaked out and for the most part can't keep playing, and I prefer not to swim in the deeper part of the lake at my friend's lake house, whenever I visit it.
As for the demons, they're far worse. When I was little, I went to see a play in a theater with my friend and his mom and sister. I was maybe five years old. There was a demon (a small person dressed in some black costume and a mask) and a ghoul (a guy dressed in red, also with a mask, who had sticks a couple feet long as stilts, attached to his hands rather than legs so he could walk on all fours). I remember something to do with them casting a spell that involved the ghoul eating a corpse, or something like that, and I was completely freaked out. Ever since then, although it's nowhere near as bad now, ten years later, I've been afraid of things I identify as demons, as long as they're real, meaning not in books but actually able to harm me, according to my mind. It's not even that I think they exist; I know they don't and I haven't ever since I got over the worst of my fear. In fact, I'm not sure I ever really believed they existed, and it's more a fear of the concept of demons. I can easily deal with the pictures of demons in Warhammer books, for instance, but for a year or two after that I had to have somebody with me when I entered a dark room; only until the lights were on could I be alone, and at night I was wary even in a lit room. My habit of sleeping with the lights on stemmed from that, and the only way it was solved (the fear of dark, not my habit) was by sleeping over at friends' homes, where they didn't have any idea and I preferred not to tell them, so I just dealt with the dark. My mom told me that at one point she tried pretending she was sending the demons away, but that completely traumatized me. I can't remember it, which probably says something about what toll it took on my sanity at the time. More recently, though, I can sleep with the lights off (my lamp broke, so I better be able to), and I can enter dark rooms although I usually turn the lights on quickly if I'm alone. My mom's a teacher, and she got tickets to the New York Ballet from a student's parent, and the last one they did was Firebird. In case anybody doesn't know, it's about a prince from Russia, I think, who sees a red bird and captures her. She lets him go, but gives him a feather so he can call for her when he needs her most, and skipping a whole ton, he gets attacked by a bunch of forest creatures in the night. When I saw that, the first thing that I thought was something like "Shit, not again" and I closed my eyes and covered my ears. I opened my eyes and watched most of it, and it was really scary. A couple of short things without faces attacked him, followed by a slough of creatures that had various traits that qualified them as demons in my mind. The worst thing was the atmosphere and music: the lights were dim, since it was nighttime in a forest, and when the things jumped on him there was a spike of music. Then he grabbed their legs and they stayed on top of him, swinging their arms as if hitting him. It was terrifying at first, but I eventually was able to just watch comfortably and at the end I was only shaken.
My last odd fear is the sound of toilets flushing, or at least mine. My toilet makes a loud sound so whenever I flush it I cover my ears so I can't hear it, and whenever my mom flushes it I get an impulse to move away, often hiding behind my bed or hers. Sometimes I just jump and that's it, it's really weird and it's hard to explain the feeling, which I don't think is really fear, but it creates an impulse in me and it's very strange, so it qualifies for this thread.
|
|
|
Post by antichrist on May 4, 2009 0:26:31 GMT -5
I saw the movie "Killdozer" when I was 7 or 8, it took me about 10 years to get over a fear of heavy machinery. To this day, I'm still a little weary about them.
|
|
|
Post by Art Vandelay on May 4, 2009 2:30:04 GMT -5
My last odd fear is the sound of toilets flushing, or at least mine. My toilet makes a loud sound so whenever I flush it I cover my ears so I can't hear it, and whenever my mom flushes it I get an impulse to move away, often hiding behind my bed or hers. Sometimes I just jump and that's it, it's really weird and it's hard to explain the feeling, which I don't think is really fear, but it creates an impulse in me and it's very strange, so it qualifies for this thread. I used to be terrified of airplane and train toilet flushes. I think it's because as a small child I used one and the sound was far louder than I expected it to be and subsequently scared 5 shades of shit out of me. For several years after whenever I was using one of those toilets I had to flush it by standing outside, reaching in, pulling the lever and slamming the door shut as quickly as I could. I've never had a problem with regular shitters though.
|
|
Dio Fa
New Member
Forgive me Lord for I got caught
Posts: 43
|
Post by Dio Fa on May 5, 2009 1:07:50 GMT -5
I have developed a fear of driving since being involved in a high-speed car accident last June. (other guy's fault...it was a split second from becoming a head-on collision at over 80 km/h (50+ mph)) I can't drive a major highway anymore, can barely tolerate city driving, and am getting used to driving secondary highways. It sucks because I used to love driving.
|
|
|
Post by Sandafluffoid on May 5, 2009 1:28:07 GMT -5
I have a weird phobia of holes. But it is totally irregular. It started a few years back when I dreamt that to cure my psoriasis (A.K.A the sexy skin disease) I had the affected sections of my leg removed. So there were literally huge oblong holes in my legs that you could see through. To this day, being able to see through things will sometimes provoke inexplicable fear in me. But as I say it is mostly random, on one occasion, a picture of an eroded metal car chassis sent me into a screaming fit, whereas sometimes I can deal with gruesome, wounds that go right through someone.
|
|
|
Post by Dr. Waldorf X on May 5, 2009 18:54:10 GMT -5
I saw the movie "Killdozer" when I was 7 or 8, it took me about 10 years to get over a fear of heavy machinery. To this day, I'm still a little weary about them. Did you say Killdozer?
|
|
|
Post by mistermuncher on May 5, 2009 19:04:36 GMT -5
Mrs. Muncher fears sponges, with a dread and hatred I can't even imagine relating to. Even the words "sponge cake" are almost verboten round these parts.
I loathe, despise and detest all things sticky, tacky or otherwise partly adhesive. The thought, in particular, of one of them fluff/lint roller jobbies starts the bile rising. Post-it notes are a particular bane of my existence. It leads to strong reluctance to visit a dentist or doctor, too, for there'll almost definitely be some fucking kid getting a bastard sticker to put on right in my eyeline. And as for those bastard companies that put stickers in cereal packets as gifts? Fuck you. Fuck you to heck.
|
|
|
Post by malendras on May 5, 2009 22:12:21 GMT -5
I used to have (and still have to a small degree) a paralyzing fear of The Elephant Man. I saw an ad for a TV special on him a few days before Halloween, didn't bother me. I saw it a second time, and it terrified me. I think I was crying, kinda hard to remember. I was about 10 years old, and for 7 years the very thought of his face absolutely terrified me. When I was 17 I managed to face my fear and look him up on wikipedia. That got rid of most of it, although I still get a panic attack if I unexpectedly see a picture of him.
|
|
|
Post by GodIsRealUnlessDeclaredInteger on May 11, 2009 11:47:53 GMT -5
Okay, this is a weird one: static on TV and the radio. Even not properly selected or too far away radio stations cause goosebumps but white noise?! I cannot deal with that.
|
|
|
Post by wmdkitty on May 17, 2009 3:22:02 GMT -5
Okay, this is a weird one: static on TV and the radio. Even not properly selected or too far away radio stations cause goosebumps but white noise?! I cannot deal with that. I don't know what it is, but white noise is certainly creepy. Ledges and falling. I can't even be tilted back in my chair without warning without freaking out. I think it has something to do with the fact that my balance is really fucked up, and falling *hurts*. Water -- like rivers, lakes, anything deeper than a few inches. I *DON'T* swim.
|
|
|
Post by HarleyThomas1002 on May 17, 2009 3:25:11 GMT -5
I was afraid of going on farriswheels after I saw Catwoman in theaters. It's been like 4 years and I still haven't gone on one.
|
|
|
Post by Little One-Eyed Wench on May 17, 2009 12:16:12 GMT -5
My weird phobia is corduroy. Ever since I was little I have hated the way it feels. Gives me the creeps to touch it.
My mom told me that when I was little she tried to force me to wear it, but I would hide the clothes in the basement. By the time she found them they wouldn't fit me anymore. My son has never owned anything corduroy.
I hate it when one of my patient's is wearing corduroy pants (since I do mammograms shirts aren't really an issue ;D). I have to be especially careful when positioning so I don't accidentally touch it.
My inlaws gave my husband a corduroy shirt for xmas one year. I keep telling him something is going to happen to that shirt - I can't hug or kiss him when he's wearing it - but he's not worried because I would have to touch it to do something to it.
Maybe a sturdy pair of tongs...
|
|
|
Post by Deimos on May 19, 2009 19:04:17 GMT -5
My phobias are flying insects. On the ground they are fine. But once in the air I fucking hate them. When I hear the distinctive sound of a mosquito in my room I just get the hell out of there, probably some crazy fear of malaria or something. I also hate heights. Even in games I hate them
|
|