I was scared of my childhood house catching on fire because we used a woodstove for heat.I always kept a bag packed so that if it ever did happen id be prepared.
'Phobia' is often defined as 'irrational fear', whereas the true meaning is more like 'involuntary revulsion/repulsion. (But that's just nitpicking on my side.)
I have all of mine too, to various degrees:
- entomophobia (except for wasps, bees and spiders - i'm ok with those)
- fear of heights (improved a lot, due to relentless rock-climbing)
- claustrophobia, in really enclosed / tight spaces
And i still freak out by the sight of surgical tools (needles etc.) approaching skin. (blame it on having a mother in the medical field).
Screw me if i know where all those phobias originate from. I had them all by the time i came to consciousness, as i recall.
Venator of Verum stated: source post
I have always feared the literal 'nothing". Not death by itself, but the lack of anything.
I think the name for that is 'horror vacui'. I get that too, whenever i come to think of it. I try to avoid it like devil the holy water, but inevitably it pops up this way or that.
A more mundane meaning of the horror vacui is when the empty blank white sheet stares back at you, to be filled with lines / colours in order to be sold for xxx bucks to pay the bills. That's where subtle plagiary is your best friend.
Niniela stated: source post
As a child I had this dream in which I saw what happened that day and then everyone talking about me with nurses, making me seem to be mentally ill and everyone but me knowing it. So when my parents talked to my doctor what happened pretty often when I was younger, I wouldnt let them alone fearing that dream could be true. Made no sense at all, but I was maybe six.
What kid at 6 fears "mental illness"? What kid at 6 even understands the concept? I think it was a reflection of some parenting fuck-up. Are your parents or is one of your parents obsessed with mental health?
I had that fear of nothingness as well. I think I still have it. Although, it does make sense. To me it does.
I was a very robust kid that did not fear much although there were things I feared because of misunderstandings. Must have been around 5 when I realized high voltage power lines were deadly. But for some reason I believed they could quite easily fall down on you, it terrified me having to walk under them. Also I had this idea if you called the emergency number by mistake it was so serious you would go to prison. I was told not to throw gum on the sidewalk because a bird would find it and think it was food, try to eat it and have its beak glued shut, then starve to death. In my world it came to mean not that it could happen, but that it did happen, for every gum misplaced. A few years later a friend made me believe for a while the whole Europe had underground nukes that could be set off by USA at anytime, and if you shared the same breathing air as someone with cancer, you would get cancer.
Other fears were house fires (I don't know where I even picked up they existed but it scared me to lose all our stuff) and car crashes (like someone coming from the other direction deciding it was a good idea hitting us). But that stuff could have happened.
Not really. Its just that they always talked to my doctor without me and never told me everything they talked about (what makes sense to me today but didnt back then) and the fact that they had me talk to psychs when I was younger for a lot of tests and shit and wouldnt tell me what they talked about with the psych lady. I know that stuff today but as a child it freaked me out.