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ikarl said:
Mortuusequusphobia
Fear of tomato ketchup.
I have no fear of blood (unless it's pouring out of me by the bucketload ) and I love tomatoes etc.. so not related to anything else
I have this, absolutely hate it, cant sit next to someone eating with it and cant concentrate on my own food if someone is eating with it nearby. Fear of tomato ketchup.
I have no fear of blood (unless it's pouring out of me by the bucketload ) and I love tomatoes etc.. so not related to anything else
I think it stems from being little, I have always really hated it but my brother used to chase me around the house with Ketchup, so im always wary of it being around now
geeks said:
Wife has a phobia of Beads
Mine is cotton wool!
I remember a kid with a fear of cotton wool. His mum used to keep him in check with a bag of it. How we laughed!Mine is cotton wool!
Mine is also swimming in deep water when I can't see the bottom or know what might be down there. I'm 47, a strong swimmer but hyperventilate in that situation.
In Tenerife last month we hired a yacht. Everyone leaped off when he anchored the boat but I stopped on board, blaming the cold Atlantic (which is partly true, I leaped off in Zante last year, much warmer!).
RumbleOfThunder said:
The deep water one is quiet common I think, also the fear of not knowing what's under your feet. I don't think I would call it a phobia but the thought of swimming in a canal or in something industrial makes me feel very uneasy and it's hard to explain why...
Thinking more about this. Another would be swimming around the back of a large boat around the propellers, even if knew they wouldn't turn on. Something weird and primal in the back of my head seems to know that it's a dangerous situation and makes me st myself in that scenario. Triumph Man said:
I have a phobia, and I hope I don't offend anyone, of Artificial limbs. Especially arms. Legs I'm a bit better now. If I see someone missing and arm, I'm fine. If they've got a prosthetic, I freak out and have to walk away.
Similarly, I cannot bear to be in the same room as someone who is cross-eyed; it makes me feel physically sickDuncB7 said:
Sesquipedalophobia - Fear of long words.
Ironic.
Not as ironic as aibohphobia.....a fear of palindromes.Ironic.
I may have made this one up
I doubt there's a word for mine, a fear of bees, but only in my dreams. When I'm awake, bees don't bother me at all, but if I dream about bees, I wake up terrified and screaming.
Edited by TwigtheWonderkid on Thursday 7th September 15:45
Triumph Man said:
I have a phobia, and I hope I don't offend anyone, of Artificial limbs. Especially arms. Legs I'm a bit better now. If I see someone missing and arm, I'm fine. If they've got a prosthetic, I freak out and have to walk away.
I'm not keen on the old beige ones but the modern carbon fibre and alloy ones look pretty cool IMO.I have Agoraphobia. I am able to control it a bit better now, but for a while it completely controlled my life. I didn't leave the house for 6 months, I just couldn't. Its really hard to explain.
The only way I can think of putting it is - Imagine knowing that there is a full grown grizzly bear the other side of your front door waiting for you to open it, 24 hours a day. The world outside that door was hostile, dangerous and just not worth the risk. My chest would tighten up, arms and legs become numb, breathing becomes impossible, need to use the loo desperately, need to be sick. Every time it happened, I was 100% sure I was having a heart attack.
All of that, just from thinking about going out, nevermind actually going out. By the time you add in the embarrassment of people seeing you like that, the risk of being caught short and above all, knowing that every step you took was a step further to run when (not if) you had a huge panic attack, it becomes an impossible task to leave. Like I say, I can go out a bit now, but its the scariest thing I have ever experienced.
The only way I can think of putting it is - Imagine knowing that there is a full grown grizzly bear the other side of your front door waiting for you to open it, 24 hours a day. The world outside that door was hostile, dangerous and just not worth the risk. My chest would tighten up, arms and legs become numb, breathing becomes impossible, need to use the loo desperately, need to be sick. Every time it happened, I was 100% sure I was having a heart attack.
All of that, just from thinking about going out, nevermind actually going out. By the time you add in the embarrassment of people seeing you like that, the risk of being caught short and above all, knowing that every step you took was a step further to run when (not if) you had a huge panic attack, it becomes an impossible task to leave. Like I say, I can go out a bit now, but its the scariest thing I have ever experienced.
Claustrophobia.
Triggered in part by PH
I am not a person who has phobias, but on a previous phobias thread I mentioned that I had had an experience that gave me the heebeejeebies. I had forgotten it for years, but writing about it here brought it back and it took months for it to subside again.
The experience - I was in the army doing doing TA para training. We were being shown some defence works that the Engineers had built. One of these was a deep bomb shelter thing. Right, everybody in, said the corporal. Being young and keen I was first in. Big mistake. It was a narrow dark tunnel sloping downwards, shoulders touching the sides. After maybe ten meters it opened into a wide dark space. I bumped into the end (no torch or anything) and stopped. About thirty recruits piled in behind me, completely filling, and overfilling, the space. It was hard to breathe and I was being squashed into the wall. Out of nowhere an overwhelming sense of panic rose inside me. I knew that if I gave in to the panic I would lose it. There was no way out. I felt myself suffocating and I knew that the dumb fk of a corporal had no idea how much space there was down below. After what seemed like forever people started being pulled out and it was over.
Forgot about it and never had an incident, until I recalled it for a PH post. Then suddenly I was having semi panic attacks all the time, in planes, in hotels, in traffic jams, anywhere confined. Worst was on a flight, being stuck in the window seat and fearing I could not get out. It was horrible because my job meant doing a lot of flying. It was weird because no matter how large the space around me, I feared being trapped in it. Even to the extent of feeling slightly panicked about being stuck on planet Earth! WTF is that all about? Then it went away again. I even deliberately sought out confined spaces to prove to myself that it had gone, and it has. I put it down to a temporary chemical imbalance in the brain. Still won't catch me potholing though LOL.
Triggered in part by PH
I am not a person who has phobias, but on a previous phobias thread I mentioned that I had had an experience that gave me the heebeejeebies. I had forgotten it for years, but writing about it here brought it back and it took months for it to subside again.
The experience - I was in the army doing doing TA para training. We were being shown some defence works that the Engineers had built. One of these was a deep bomb shelter thing. Right, everybody in, said the corporal. Being young and keen I was first in. Big mistake. It was a narrow dark tunnel sloping downwards, shoulders touching the sides. After maybe ten meters it opened into a wide dark space. I bumped into the end (no torch or anything) and stopped. About thirty recruits piled in behind me, completely filling, and overfilling, the space. It was hard to breathe and I was being squashed into the wall. Out of nowhere an overwhelming sense of panic rose inside me. I knew that if I gave in to the panic I would lose it. There was no way out. I felt myself suffocating and I knew that the dumb fk of a corporal had no idea how much space there was down below. After what seemed like forever people started being pulled out and it was over.
Forgot about it and never had an incident, until I recalled it for a PH post. Then suddenly I was having semi panic attacks all the time, in planes, in hotels, in traffic jams, anywhere confined. Worst was on a flight, being stuck in the window seat and fearing I could not get out. It was horrible because my job meant doing a lot of flying. It was weird because no matter how large the space around me, I feared being trapped in it. Even to the extent of feeling slightly panicked about being stuck on planet Earth! WTF is that all about? Then it went away again. I even deliberately sought out confined spaces to prove to myself that it had gone, and it has. I put it down to a temporary chemical imbalance in the brain. Still won't catch me potholing though LOL.
Not sure if it could be classed as a phobia but dust is the one that most rings true for me, I can't tolerate heing in any kind of dusty environment, although that's largely due to suffering with asthma and skin allergies so does have a basis of rationality... although just seeing someone blow dust off an old book on tele does make me cringe, so I suppose that's not very rational!
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