This describes my fear of heights exactly. Another thing that I have become freaked out about as I have gotten older is driving across bridges along interstates and parkways. It still freaks me out crossing the bridge on 64 in Frankfort and the bridge on the BG Parkway near Lawrenceburg.
Weird phobias
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I hate being up close to birds, especially if they accidentally get trapped indoors. There's something about the way they twitch and act agitated that creeps me out.
Other than that, I'm phobia free I think.
Other than that, I'm phobia free I think.
Not a fan of heights, either.. Ski lifts are fine for me in the winter. But freak me out in the summer. I sometimes take 300 ski lifts in a single winter, but I'll go years taking a ski lift in the warm months. Which tells you fears and phobias can, probably, be cured by repetition.
Also, Xanax cures everything..
Also, Xanax cures everything..
I have more recently had certain bridges freak me out as well. Here where I live in SW FL The sky bridge in St Pete is one that always makes me nervous bc of the height and wind. Others don’t really bother me tho it’s kinda random like my other phobias I suppose.
Maybe as a child he nearly died from choking on a bone.
I’m still scared of bees to this day because I got attack by some yellow jackets as a child.
Heights would be the closest thing I have. I once went on a suspension bridge when it was windy and foggy. It was swaying quite a bit and seemed not overly stable and you could not see more than 10 feet below you into what was a several hundred feet drop. And I had to go back across it to leave.
About fifteen years ago I lived in a house that had this big old tree right in the front of the house. Little did I know when I bought the house that it was a favorite for all the neighborhood birds to settle in at nightfall. The next morning, any car left in the driveway was covered in bird crap.
When fall got there I decided I was going to climb up in that tree and put one of those big old fake owls in it. Figured it would at least keep the birds away for a while. I got my 8 foot ladder, which got me to the first branch, then I climbed up into the tree with my owl and placed it where I wanted. I was probably 20 feet in the air, and that is when I realized, for the first time ever, that I had a fear of heights. Or maybe it was a fear of falling out of that tree and breaking my neck.
Nevertheless, I had a pretty good panic attack up in that tree. Was sitting on a branch laughing with my wife, but was terrified to make a move down. Eventually she asked me if I was alright and I had to admit I was not. We actually got to a point where she almost called the fire department. I debated the pros and cons of the fire department showing up to get me out of the tree, and would the embarrassment trump the safety of professionals getting me down. I eventually called myself a pewsie and made the arduous journey down. It was my version of FREE SOLO, but I made it and was relieved that the fire department was not called.
As of today, I am still not sure I have a fear of heights, or if it was just a fear of falling out of that damn tree.
When fall got there I decided I was going to climb up in that tree and put one of those big old fake owls in it. Figured it would at least keep the birds away for a while. I got my 8 foot ladder, which got me to the first branch, then I climbed up into the tree with my owl and placed it where I wanted. I was probably 20 feet in the air, and that is when I realized, for the first time ever, that I had a fear of heights. Or maybe it was a fear of falling out of that tree and breaking my neck.
Nevertheless, I had a pretty good panic attack up in that tree. Was sitting on a branch laughing with my wife, but was terrified to make a move down. Eventually she asked me if I was alright and I had to admit I was not. We actually got to a point where she almost called the fire department. I debated the pros and cons of the fire department showing up to get me out of the tree, and would the embarrassment trump the safety of professionals getting me down. I eventually called myself a pewsie and made the arduous journey down. It was my version of FREE SOLO, but I made it and was relieved that the fire department was not called.
As of today, I am still not sure I have a fear of heights, or if it was just a fear of falling out of that damn tree.
About 6-7 years ago, I had a ladder slide backwards with me and I fell. Bounced my head off the concrete and had to get 9 staples in my head.
I'm not a fan of ladders.