Spiders and claustrophobia, not overly keen on clowns either..
Lol. Spiders but roaches too.
My story is when I was a pilot for the US Army flying a gun ship. I was in an undisclosed area where there was much jungle. The bugs were enormous. One morning I was relieved of my duty as officer of the day and returned to my hooch located just above the orderly room. Got into my bunk quietly. Trying not to disturbed the others at 4am. I tucked in the mosquito net carefully and layed back. Right in front of my face was this six inch flying roach. I reflexed upward but I was trapped in the net and knocked over my steel wall locker. The huge boom the wall locker made as it crashed to the floor made the officer that relieved me think we were being shelled. He pushed the ASAP button that sounded the alarm and had all the crews running out to their helicopters. From that time on everyone referred to me as Lt. Roach.
I don't know if this counts a phobia, but due to the nature of my job, about once or twice a month I have to wear tie to work. However, almost when I start to tie the, there is mild panic that I will forget how. I haven't forgotten yet, but when I do. . . I guess the Alzheimer's support group.
I'm too afraid to answer this post.
I have a significant phobia of looking stupid. Which makes me a pretty boring person because there a lot of ways to look stupid. Also am a little afraid of the dark.
Wet grass, I will go to great lengths to avoid it.
I hate elevators. I will always take the stairs.
I panic when I am in them.
I hate when people ring my doorbell. I hate solicitors. I find them very annoying and not necessary. In today's world most are con artists and are looking to rob you. One talks to you at the front while the other is robbing your house...
I get very nervous when vans park next to my car. My father always told me never to park next to one ever.
Not keen on heights and hate wasps. But my biggest problem is Cenosillicaphobia.
“When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.”
I have a big fear of heights so much so I won't take two steps on a step ladder
I don't know if it's an actual phobia, but if I can't breath or think I'm not going to be able to breath, I freak out. I'm not claustrophobic, but went camping one summer in the awful heat of early August. Even at night, it was still over 90 and there was no wind blowing at all. When i got in the tent, I paniced. Had to sleep in a lounger that night.
fucking snakes,all of the slithering little fucks
Seeing children running near edges (like on cliff tops without fences or barriers). Get shivers down my spine that something dreadful will happen.
hmmmm, i suppose all of mine can be really seen as the phobia of the unknown..
i am still fearful of the dark, the ocean and what lives in it, show rides i think i am going to fall out of them, circus (especially if there is lions) and most of all i am like a mother bear with my daughters, i fear so much of the chance of anyone taking or hurting them, of course we all do, but this governs so much of my life
heights
somewhat claustrophobic
Caligynephobia - The fear of beautiful women. They are even scarier when they are smart. You know whom I am referring to.
I am scared of death.
I don't like the idea of forever ceasing.
Arachnophobia for me.....
I am currently trying to confront my phobia of German Sausages........ I fear the Wurst.
“When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.”
Simply put, the dark. I can handle my room being dark, I can handle being in a dark movie theater, I can even handle being outside in the dark with friends, but the second I'm by myself, in pitch blackness, with nobody around me, I'm absolutely terrified, and frozen.
Just back from seeing my Doctor after suddenly finding that I am scared of Santa. He told me that I was suffering from Claus-trophobia.
“When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.”