Snails. Fucking disgusting. Fish are veeeery edgy too, always found them completely weird to look at.
But fish are also often dead when you see them, so maybe in general dead animals with their eyes and all.
Also blood, not the liquid, but having something in your veins, in the most intimate part of your body. I often nearly collabse, it gets better with every time, for example the second covid suringe was way better, still traumatic.
No clue if there’s a name for it, but I recoil in disgust from long loose strands of hair. Absolutely hate it when I accidentally get some on me from my sister or mom and feel it wrap around my fingers or something.
Stairs and inclines, like steep hills and tiered seating. We can’t sit in the cheap seats at sporting events because I constantly feel like I’m going to fall and I get anxiety attacks. Stairs and escalators are bad too, but I’ve gotten much better with those over the years (can’t exactly avoid them in most cases).
I have a 2 story house with a basement, and even going downstairs in my own home can sometimes be hard.
I can’t handle weirs or locks or bridges. I know rationally that it’s just sand and water and some structure, but I can’t stand being near them. Even just thinking about it makes me anxious.
Apparently I have the phobia of not creating a better/optimal world for my son.
Like… I’m seeing a psychologist right now, and I’m on antidepressants, because I dangerously flirted with a burnout. Not a burnout related to working too hard or too much, but being obsessed with having a positive social impact with my work.
And since I don’t have much impact, I was putting an enormous pressure on myself to find a way to have a greater social impact, for the sole purpose of making sure my son would have more options than I did.
Almost everything I enjoy requires vision. I think I would be very depressed without it. Take my voice, my hearing, my leg or arm, but dont take my sight. So I am very careful with my vision too.
So got me very worried a year ago when I noticed my eyesight had started to deteriorate. I cant see clearly in half-dark environments anymore. Watching meeting car lights and I cant measure their distance. Digital speed signs are hard to read at night. Watching the moon and it is blurry and has a squished halo. I’m only 38! I was planning to live until I was hundred. What if its gone long before?
Hope I didnt give you another fear. 😟 Anyway, if anyone is a djinni or devil or any other kind of wish-fullfiller for a terrible price and reading this, I’m up for negotiating for a perfect vision for the next 60 years.
I’m 36, my vision never has been perfect. About a diopter and a half of both myopia and astigmatism in each eye, plus my eyes are blue so my irises aren’t as opaque as I’d like. I have struggled with bright lights since I was a kid. I cherish my prescription sunglasses.
My car is currently parked on the street instead of in my driveway because it’s officially “spiders fall on your car with the leaves” season up here in New England. So yeah, arachnophobia.
I’ve done a lot of self-directed deconditioning work over the years though, and it’s much better now than when I was a kid. I don’t jump and run away anymore. Still don’t want them in spaces I occupy though lol
I have a really bad phobia of zombies. Like, I cried uncontrollably when I tried to watch Zombieland. Other forms of undead, like vampires and mummies, and liches are totally fine though and don’t scare me. It’s just zombies.
I can function at height if I’m on my own but im all thumbs and feel like I weigh 250lbs more. Add any people to the mix and my body starts squatting and the running joke is i look like I’m laying an l egg. I’ll end up walking in an odd half crouch crab like way. Common example is being on a raised walkway, by a pier, canals, climbing stairs of attractions like a fire tower or an old building, ramparts of castles etc.
I did a bungee jump once and the worst part was crab crouching across the gangway that was suspended beneathe the bridge,. Once I was in the basket awaiting my jump, i was fine as i could sit down and I was all strapped in, the jump was easy!
I hate when you near the edge of a parking structure, even if you’re only three levels up and are protected from the edge by a massive concrete wall, and you can feel your body turning into slow, electrified Jell-O simply because that edge is even there. I swear I can tell how high I am inside tall buildings just by how the floor feels.
Funny thing is, I’m a pilot. I’ve flown airplanes with the doors removed and nothing between me and the dirt below but half a mile of thin air. Didn’t bother me a bit, just another day at the office. But when I was roofing my shed, putting the drip edge on standing on an 8 foot tall ladder…shivers down my spine just thinking about it. Again just being on the roof wasn’t a problem, putting the shingles on in the middle of the roof I’m fine, but being right up on the edge of the roof is really nope inducing.
What ! That is so weird. I have no problem getting up on a roof, but when travelling by plane I have to summon my entire self control or I’ll have a panic attack
I remember some news segment from my adolescence, where a journalist is conversing with an autistic person who is terrified to hold scissors or other sharp objects, as he “might drop them and accidentally cut off his reproductive organs”. He reiterates this several times during the conversation. I think about it often, and wish I could find it.
I don’t know if it even has a name, bit if I’m driving and traffic stops with me under a bridge, I’m always afraid it is going to collapse on me. Especially if big trucks are going over the top.
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