I’ve got a bad fear of heights. When I’m high up, I just shut down. My legs become unsteady, I start sweating, and I just can’t move. Watching scenes on tv doesn’t bother me, but actually being in these situations is awful. I can’t climb more than 3 rungs up a ladder, I can’t go up or down escalators, I have a near panic attack when I have to go to the mall, I can’t handle small balconies, etc. I don’t mind my own deck, oddly enough, even though it’s very high up.
I was also stung by a huge amount of wasps when I was very young. My entire leg went down the nest hole, and I couldn’t get it out for a solid minute. Not nearly as traumatic as the story
Catappa told, but I would still never wish that many stings on anyone. I have an unusually high tolerance to bee and wasp venom; it shows very little effect compared to other people. It doesn’t much affect pain, though. So basically, I was barely swollen at all, but still in intense pain, so my mom didn’t know how many stings I actually had. It sucked.
Instead of causing a lifelong fear of vespids and similar insects, it had almost the opposite effect. For years afterward, I was still utterly terrified at the sight of even just a honeybee. I ended up researching wasps, hornets, and bees in order to figure out how to avoid attacks. This research caused me to become fascinated by them. I now keep different types of bees, wasps, and ants as pets, and they’re wonderful.
It was extremely hard to overcome that fear, but I’m so glad I was able to. I’ve now held wasps with my bare hands almost daily for 3 summers, and haven’t had a single sting in that time. I’m just glad that incident when I was young never developed into an actual phobia.
Anyway, this isn’t technically a phobia, but I’m a pretty bad hypochondriac. Everything remotely out of the ordinary seems like a deadly
disease. Slight abdominal pain? Kidney failure, pancreatic cancer, or appendicitis. A sore muscle? tetanus or some type of blood cancer. Headache? Brain tumor, aneurysm, or stroke. I’ve had multiple panic attacks over a sore leg. I know it’s irrational, but even when I know these things are extremely unlikely for a healthy person of my age, I still know that even when something is rare, it isn’t impossible, and that fuels my fear. I usually calm down pretty quickly, but it’s just horrible.