"irrational" fears

I am pretty much afraid of everything! When I was a little girl I wouldn't do anything such as slide down a tall slide, monkey bars, or this round thing that we would spin and then jump on. I was also very scared of getting in trouble at school and being sent to the office.

Now I am afraid of driving on the freeway. I really can't do it while being safe. I get scared and can't think very well. I got in a wreck on the freeway, but could drive ok for a while afterwards. Then one day I just couldn't drive at all anymore without freaking out. Weird I know. Now I can drive, but not on the freeway. I am even afraid of four wheelers and motorcycles which my hubby loves. I used to ride on my hubby's motorcycle with him, but once a friend and his wife died on one and left their two kids who were the same ages as our kids I just couldn't do it anymore.

I am also scared of someone breaking in in the middle of the night. We are not in the best neighborhood so there is a reason I am afraid of this.

I am happy to say, though that I got over my fear of needles after having two children with no pain medication. The combo of the terrible pain from childbirth, and being stuck over and over again while pregnant makes it to where it really doesn't bother me anymore.

My kids do scare me though. First, before they met me they hurt me something terrible. Then they get sick and freak me out! On Monday when we woke up my daughter's lips were very swollen. I took her to the doctor and found out it was an allergic reaction to something. Now I am worried about what she eats. And when they get high fevers it is terrible.

I have a fear of flying in commercial airplanes. One flight was so bad that at the 30 minute layover, I had decided to calmly ask the flight attendant if I could somhow get cash for the remaining value of my ticket so I could take the bus the remainder of the way. Of course I broke down in front of her, and she called all the other flight attendants and the pilot over with an "We've got an uptight traveller here" and they all surrounded me trying to make me feel better and talk about how turbulence is normal and it totally embarrassed andmortified me. I ended up calling my sister who hs the same fear and she was able to talk me into staying on the plane.

A few years back, I took stock of my various fears and decided I would try to overcome them by facing them head on. I overcame my fear of needles by donating blood every time the bloodmobile came to our work. To overcome my fear of flying, I went paragliding, and volunteered with the wildlife researchers where I worked, and went on numerous animal tracking flights in teeny tiny low flying circling airplanes with windows open, and helicopters with windows open. I went flying with a friend who was a pilot and who let me take the controls and fly the plane. Interestingly, none of those other flying situations scared me at all the way getting on a commercal flight does. I found them all really fun and did really well. And all of that exposure and fun didn't help me at all with my phobia of commercial aircraft. I was still just as scared. The level of fear waxes and wanes over the years, usually waning if I am forced to take lots of flights, but never completely goes away. I drink a lot of alcohol before and during the flight if I can. I keep meaning to ask my doctor if she'll prescribe me a few tranquilizers to have on hand for flights.

i have a really irrational fear of other people's feet.... god i hate them. expeically my partners, sinky big old crusty feet. nothing makes me cringe more!

but yeah, i don't like to live in fear, so i try and over come my issues rather than avoiding them. sometimes it's just a matter of saying "I refuse to be ruled by that" and then it's gone.

or saying "i could be dead tomorrow, so who cares about all the little things that could kill me today".

Sharp knifes, I will use them, if it's on a cutting board, but will never hold something in my hand and slice/cut it. Now the story behind the fear. I was 6, I asked my mom to cut me a apple to snack on, she said she was busy, so I got a knife from the kitchen and an apple, and while holding the the apple in my hand I stabbed the apple with the knife, it went straight though and into my palm, it left a nasty gash, blood everywhere, just horrible.

Walking behind traffic (like when its stopped at lights). Years and years ago I was walking behind a car which was stopped at a set of lights - but as they went to take off, they rolled backwards with the gentle slope of the land (idiots that cant do a hill start)... Anyway - the car knocked me to my feet and popped my knee out of its socket and I swear I thought I was going under that car. Now - unless its absolutely flat - I cant step behind a car on a slope - often I break out into a mild sweat if I think I might give it a go.

I have a major fear that can not be cured. Gone to many clinics to get rid of it. Nothing worked. Yes, I've done hypnotism as well as other methods. I can't mention it here or anywhere for that matter in case someone tries to use it against me. So only a few people know of my fear. To put it precisely, I will stand in front of a fast moving truck coming toward me and probably die in the process before I want to encounter this fear. I love spiders. I'm not scared of them. I will hold a deadly one before I face my fear. To someone else, this fear is completely harmless. It sucks for me though!!!

Beetles.

The large brownish black ones that fly (Palo Verde Borer Grub Beetle?). They come out at night and make thumps/clicks on your walls as they fly into things. Completely terrifying.

Cockroaches. . .nasty with those little feelers. Not to mention they survive nuclear explosions. . . .so wrong.

I hear ya. I'm not the kind of girl who shows skin in public. But I have stripped my shirt off in public because there was a spider on me. They all must die. lol

Snakes. Granted they're creepy and scary but most people can at least function around snakes. I can't even go into a reptile display at a zoo or museum. One time I went on a week long trip away from home and when I came back my parents told me there was a snake in my room. It was a joke, and I knew it was a joke, but I still couldn't be or sleep in my room for a week due to the nightmares and panic attacks. I was 19 at the time...so yeah.