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This got me thinking. There are so many different types of fear. What I felt when Lilith was in utero and tested positive (false postive, thank the heavens) for a very serious genetic condition... what I felt when Ted was hospitalized with chest pains... what I felt when I was covered in chum in shark-infested waters with only one flipper... all very different terrors.

What scares you?


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Mar. 11th, 2012 12:58 am (UTC)
My (almost) irrational fear: being buried alive. I managed to find a book when I was maybe eleven about funeral practices in the Victorian era, and the "dead ringers"... still terrified of it to this day.

As for tangible fear: ANYTHING happening to my child. You don;t know real and irrational fear until you are responsible for your child's life. I remember waking up every half an hour or so when he was a newborn, just to make sure he was still breathing. And when he was three, and we went to Crystal Cave, I had this horrible image of him getting away from me, slipping down a crevice and we'd never find him...

Give me the zombie apocalypse any day. That has nothing on watching him get on a school bus every day.
Mar. 11th, 2012 05:45 am (UTC)
In terms of longstanding phobias - fire, enclosed spaces and bees. Also, hospitals and other similar institutions to an extent (mental hospitals especially, probably because I have always secretly suspected that if the powers that be could see all the weird stuff that goes on inside my brain, I'd be in one).

But most of those I've developed some ability to cope with over the years. The one thing that really terrifies me now is the same one both you and the other commenter mentioned: the idea of anything bad happening to my child. Or of me not being allowed to see him again (this seemed like a horrifyingly realistic possibility at one point when my ex (his biological mother) and I were on bad terms - that's the scary thing about being the "other mother" in a two-mom family - but thankfully we worked through things and are pretty amicable co-parents now).
Mar. 11th, 2012 07:08 am (UTC)
Real world issues scare me more than imaginary frights.

Being two paychecks away from being homeless.
Having to surrender a pet to the pound.
Having no one to pour your heart out to and making it seem for 5 minutes that the world will not come crashing in.
The flight reflex that kicks in and tells me to run and not look back when anxiety gets to be too much.
Losing another parent.

On the lighter side....running out of Snowblind!
Mar. 11th, 2012 03:34 pm (UTC)
Rodents. I know it's irrational, but, they freak me out. Also sharks. Were you intentionally covered in chum with one flipper in shark infested waters, or was that not planned? Because if that was intentional, you have balls of fucking titanium.
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