By specific, I mean not general fears like fear of heights or spiders.
The MAGAstapo breaks down my door at 2 AM
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Well all they would have to do is have a green card and have been involved in the “wrong kind” of protest apparently.
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OP: “my fear is the government disappearing me in the night”
You: “pff that doesn’t happen, you’re overreacting”
Me: “it does happen to x people”
You: “oh well don’t be one of those people”Brilliant. Yes, OP is the problem, not that the government is kidnapping people when they show political dissent.
Ffs.
I’m terrified that I smell bad and nobody is telling me.
I had this one friend who smelled like piss one day and everybody I knew was afraid to say something. I sometimes think about that situation and if it was the right thing to brush it off and not tell him or to tell the guy.
I dont want to hold babies. I have a fear that I will drop it and I am not sure what I would say to the parents. Im not sure what is going to happen when I have kids
Im not sure what is going to happen when I have kids
For me, it went like this:
- I’m afraid I’ll drop or hurt this tiny helpless child.
- But this tiny helpless child can’t even go drink milk by itself.
- I guess I can only make things better helping it get milk. I’ll just be really careful.
- That wasn’t so bad. I guess I can do this.
Then repeat in stages every 15 minutes or so as it needs diapers, or cuddles to warm up, or cleaned, or milk again, or diapers again.
Until eventually I’m confidently picking it up in a moment of complete terror so that it won’t run out into traffic.
This does make me feel better. My wife keeps saying I need to hold babies to get over it (I suppose similar to your experience, hold it and realize it ain’t that bad). We’ll see how it goes. I don’t plan on having kids until I finish grad school though so I do have some time to prepare myself to face my fear: baby droppin. Thank you kind stranger for the words of wisdom
LOL, I got over that early. Dropped a cousin on her baby head as a child.
Did she die?
Waking up to find my partner dead. I used to leave for work while she was still deeply asleep so every morning before I kissed her goodbye I would have that moment of terror that when my lips touch her she would be cold.
Thalassophobia, aka fear of deep water. No problem being in a boat, but swimming in it is a no-go. I can swim in swimming pools, but the larger the body of water (ponds, lakes, ocean, etc) the larger the fear. I think it has something to do with not being able to see through the depth of the water? Strangely enough, the idea of being in space doesn’t bother me at all.
I also tried Subnautica (based on recommendations) like a dumbass, played it for 20 minutes and had a panic attack. Uninstalled!
I’d like to try you out on the swamp down the street. You can see the bottom almost everywhere, it’s that clear. But there’s at least one gator in it and certainly cotton mouths along the shoreline.
(Given their typical territory, probably only 1, maybe 2, gators. They’re shy as hell in any case, have barely glimpsed it.)
I’m gonna nope out of that, dawg.
I can’t look at super close up pictures of insects, like where you can see all the little hairs and shit. Sends shivers down my spine. The worst part is I had to dissect a giant grasshopper in high school anatomy. God I still remember having to rip its mandibles out of its face. Gahh shiver The cat was much more manageable later on in the year lol
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Is it really you?
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Haha agreed. Although I still have yet to get the DM.
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That I’ll die before my kids are adults and I won’t be there to prepare them for the world.
I’ve tried to live a good life, and tried to be a good influence around me. My secret fear is suddenly dying in public, and farting like some corpses.
I want to be remembered as a good coworker or friend, etc., not as the guy who farted loudly after dying.
Losing all of my memories, and therefore proof that I’ve lived, to hereditary dementia.
Not much at this point. After having open heart surgery and having my heart stop a couple of times, I’m not really scared of much.
I hear ya. Being told I was going to die within a couple years and getting my brain drilled through my skull, the normal petty fears melt away. Totally over the fear of needles now. You and are in the “I should be dead, IDGAF” club now 🤝
A year ago January I woke up in the hospital and a nurse comes in.
“Were you asleep about an hour ago?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Your heart stopped for eight seconds.”
“Um… ‘thank you’? I don’t know the correct response to that…”
If it’s okay, would you explain why? Did you make your preparations in case of death, or are like “give your best shot, life”?
Really, the only thing I was scared of was needles. Well, I’ve been poked and stabbed more times since 2018 than I can count. Another blood draw and IV last Thursday in fact.
Your perspective on fear and pain changes once you’ve been cracked open like a lobster and laced back up with metal like a ballet slipper.
Being helpless in a situation I had already thought about but never had the opportunity to prepare for.
Getting a catheter with a broken femur was that situation for me. Scared of that since I saw my poodle with one as a child.
That while I’m driving I’ll have to sneeze while driving across a bridge and during that split second while my eyes are closed and I’m distracted by the sneeze I’m going to drive off the edge.
My family finding out about my fictional crushes, showing that I’ve got a superbly weird taste in fictional men.
Turn that into your armour. I threaten my friends and family with my search history so they’ll never be tempted to snoop.
Whenever I have to go into the city (I live in a small town) I have to take a short ferry to get there. Whenever it lists like 4-6 degrees, it scares me so bad.
Very specific weird fear:
One time, when I was a kid, I was on a road trip and we stopped at a McDonalds for some food and to use the bathroom. I went into the bathroom and the floor, walls and ceiling all had the same tile covering them. I don’t know why, but when the door closed, I was so fucking terrified I made it halfway to the toilet and then turned around and ran out. It was such a strange experience and I have no idea why it got to me that bad.
