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Started by FeudalClink on Oct 15, 2020 9:25:45 AM
What are you TRULY afraid of?

Always been heights for me but increasingly enclosed spaces too, to the point where I don't even like a heavy duvet on top of me at night. Rats, spiders, poo etc - fine with all of those and all the other usual ones.

Any from you?

dreams99 - 15 Oct 2020 12:11:54 (#20 of 117)

What they are afraid of is falling.

No they're not. They're afraid of landing.

Macpaddy - 15 Oct 2020 12:23:40 (#21 of 117)

"Landing" is one way of putting it.

Another thing, what is the minimum height that affects them, and does the surface material below play a part? 10 feet on to concrete is no joke, whereas 10ft in to a deep enough pool of water should just be fun.

CloakAndDagger - 15 Oct 2020 12:26:32 (#22 of 117)

Heights.

Octopuses.

moto748 - 15 Oct 2020 12:28:04 (#23 of 117)

Octopuses.

Fucking hell, yes!

Macpaddy - 15 Oct 2020 12:29:24 (#24 of 117)

Octopus...yummy.

fogger - 15 Oct 2020 12:29:33 (#25 of 117)

Heights can make people feel ill. So it's not just a mental phobia, but a physical thing. Innit.

Macpaddy - 15 Oct 2020 12:30:04 (#26 of 117)

No. It's all in the mind, ot to be more accurate, the imagination.

surferboogiewhatever - 15 Oct 2020 12:30:35 (#27 of 117)

Why do people say" I'm afraid of heights"? Surely, they aren't. What they are afraid of is falling.

I think if someone is afraid when they're high up and can see that they're high up, but there's a substantial parapet and zero chance of actually falling, they could reasonably said to be afraid of heights themselves.

I'm scared of things like fairground rides where you swoop downwards at high speeds and you're not in control of the speed. Loud noises just come out of me without any conscious effort on my part. I could ride down an equally steep curve on my bike because I can brake if I want to.

I'm also scared of driving and administrative things. I get around driving by hardly ever doing it (my lifestyle doesn't require me to), but if I absolutely have to tackle a daunting administrative thing, that's just about the only thing that can make me completely lose my appetite.

Macpaddy - 15 Oct 2020 12:33:21 (#28 of 117)

To answer the first part of your post, boogie. It's all in your imagination. The parapet is no barrier to your imagination and fear.

wickeltisch - 15 Oct 2020 12:35:57 (#29 of 117)

That my cancer returns.

Not really afraid but feeling very uneasy: tunnels. I only went through the Channel tunnel once and decided ferries are much better. The Sankt Gotthard tunnel in Switzerland is another one that makes me feel utterly uneasy.

Shadrack22 - 15 Oct 2020 12:41:22 (#30 of 117)

Death

surferboogiewhatever - 15 Oct 2020 12:41:25 (#31 of 117)

The parapet is no barrier to your imagination and fear.

Not my imagination and fear. I'm OK with the parapet, just don't ask me to come down from that roof on a giant slide. (I'll abseil it if you like.) My mum, on the other hand, could have been looking through a peephole in a 2 metre high parapet and she'd still have freaked out.

HouseOfLametta - 15 Oct 2020 12:45:33 (#32 of 117)

Marzipan.

wickeltisch - 15 Oct 2020 12:53:24 (#33 of 117)

#30 Death or the act of dying (dieing?)

cozzer - 15 Oct 2020 12:53:41 (#34 of 117)

Fear itself.

kvelertak - 15 Oct 2020 12:57:16 (#35 of 117)

Brexit. Redundancy. Failure.

CloakAndDagger - 15 Oct 2020 12:57:58 (#36 of 117)

That's the most accurate three word slogan I've seen so far. Have you told Boris?

kvelertak - 15 Oct 2020 13:00:29 (#37 of 117)

The choice words I am reserving for Boris would earn me the ban-hammer on here.

wickeltisch - 15 Oct 2020 13:00:47 (#38 of 117)

Failure? Everyone fails from time to time, it's normal.

Macpaddy - 15 Oct 2020 13:03:43 (#39 of 117)

Wickel.

The first part of your post is totally understandable and I am sure we all wish you well with that bloody thing.



We used to go potholing ( caving, spelunking) when we were young. One late Summer holiday break eight of us went to a narrow entrance that led to a warren of potholes. My friend led the way with me behind him and the rest all on their stomach wriggling away behind me. We had gone a fair distance in ( over half a mile) when my friend in the lead got a little caught, he struggled very hard and to our horror the roof above him dropped a few inches completely trapping him. I tried to move the stone but the majority of it was out of my reach. There was no room beside me for anyone to help. His sister was with us and started to get close to hysterical. Her trapped brother calmed her down. My friend and I discussed his predicament and I got everyone to back out to a space every we could move passed each other and I told them the 'plans. We knew where the caves exited and I was going there to get to the front of him. Two of us went. My heart was in my mouth in case there had been a bigger roof collapse than the thought. We eventually got to him and to our great relief it was only about five foot of roof that had come down. We carefully removed each stone until we exposed the big one trapping him. Lots of small stones had filled up all the gaps around the stone locking it in. They were easily removed and two of us managed to lift the stone enough for him to inch forward almost acting as a sledge. We cleared everything up and went home. After the initial excitement of freeing him the group went a bit silent, until my formerly trapped friend shouted "Race you." and ran toward the bridge and the gate stile.

The experience never stopped anyone from doing more potholing.

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