Ph-Ph-Phobias…

 

 

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Let me start by saying that somehow I had gotten it into my head that this month’s Writer Wednesdays blog topic was “vacation pics.”  Needless to say I was caught off guard when I recently learned that we were supposed to share a blog on phobias.

 

Vacation pictures… phobias… they’re kinda close. Not! 😀

 

So, I had to shift gears rather quickly (as in, just last night) and see what my thoughts might be on phobias—or at least the thoughts worth sharing anyway.

 

Phobia (according to the Merriam-Webster website) is an extremely strong dislike or fear of someone or something

 

Yes, there are things I dislike or fear, and there are some people I don’t necessarily care for so I avoid them—thought other than Freddie Krueger, I’m not sure I “fear” someone.

But a phobia? Hmmm, yes, I must admit I have them.

 

Two to be exact:  fear of falling and fear of tightly enclosed spaces (mostly if I’m afraid I could get stuck inside them).

 

Let’s start with my fear of falling. I don’t mean, just slipping on a banana peel falling.  But rather, falling out of or off of something and plummeting to my death (or a LOT of pain).

 

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Or say a roller coaster. Hence the reason why I only ride the ones that have those shoulder bars locking me in place. That way I feel secure in my seat and can just enjoy the thrill of the twists and turns and going upside down. Confident I won’t FALL OUT.

 

Or, I once got stuck at the top of a ladder while painting our cathedral-ceiling-height walls in our foyer. I was doing well, almost done, then I made the mistake of looking down when one of my daughters called me. Whether it actually did or not, I had the sensation that the ladder pulled away from the wall, followed quickly by the vision of me teetering backwards to free fall down until I hit the tile floor with a splat!

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My panic attack was more like an insane-like giggle attack paired with a flood of tears streaming down my face, while my fingers death gripped the ladder and my entire body froze. Picture a family member having to climb up the ladder to help me slowly, step-by-step manage to climb down, my daughters looking up at me wondering what the heck was wrong with me.

 

Not one of my finer moments.

 

Now, my fear of being stuck in a small space manifested itself in the middle of an MRI a doc once ordered when I was experiencing back pain. As a mom with three young daughters all under the age of 6, I actually looked forward to the test thinking: Cool, I’ll get a 45-minute nap and get out of here feeling refreshed and energized.

 

Cue my request for classical music when the technician asked what I’d like them to play on the machine’s inner speakers. Nice calming music to put me to sleep. But with my imagination, it soon morphed into more like funeral music.

 

Five minutes into the test, I opened my eyes and was shocked at how close to my face the machine’s inner wall looked and felt. My first thought: OH MY GOSH, it’s like I’m lying in a casket.

 

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Cue my nervousness. Followed a few minutes later by the technician’s voice echoing through the machine’s speakers saying: Ma’am, are doing okay? Your heart rate has really picked up.

 

My response: Uh, could you put on a country music or Top 40 Hits station, please?

 

Flash forward a few years later and I’m chaperoning an elementary school field trip to a science museum that features underground tunnels guests can run through with exits a various places throughout the building. A little mole rat sounding, but still kinda cool, right?

 

Uh, not so much.

 

Especially when you climb down the aging cement steps with a child who’s asked you to walk  through them with her. Only, you get to the bottom and all you see are small, dark tunnels going off in various directions with no end in sight, while childish screeches of delight (or fear) bounce off the cement walls that are BOUND to close in on you at ANY MOMENT!!!

 

Cue this reaction from me:    504160924_cramped_in_a_box_answer_3_xlarge

 

This panic attack was more of a hyperventilation, a racing heart, instantly clammy palms… and a chaperone who excuses herself for a trip to the ladie’s room, promising to be waiting for the child at one of the exits.

 

So what does all this mean for me?

 

Well, it means you won’t catch me doing this

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OR THIS pne-playland-wooden-roller-coast-1024x576

 

Unless I was coerced and then that smile you see on her face would be more like ABJECT fear on mine.

 

But I’m a romance writer who likes to have happy endings. So before we go on to sharing your phobias—because I hope you will, or any tips for overcoming phobias if you have any good ones—I’ll share two positive thoughts for you.

 

  1.  Here’s the type of falling I’m all about:

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and

  1. My fellow Firebird sister has an AMAZING book out this month about a hero and heroine who can’t help but FALL IN LOVE with each other.

Check out Tamra Baumann’s It Had to Be Love available online now!! 

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Tara Carter isn’t looking for romance. She’s content seeing patients at her new practice by day, then going home and cuddling with her puppy at night. Her new life in the tiny town of Anderson Butte, Colorado—known by celebrities as the place to lie low—is the perfect respite for a woman with a whopper of a secret. There’s just one problem: the town’s sexy sheriff knows she’s hiding something.

Sheriff Ryan Anderson, weary of small-town drama, has sworn off dating locals and thinks a fresh start in a bigger city is in order. However, the more he gets to know Tara, the more his heart tells him that she could be the woman of his dreams. But he wants to get to the bottom of whatever she’s trying so hard to keep under wraps. Can he uncover her secret before it drives them apart forever?

 

 

 

And after you commented here, hop on over to the other Firebirds who are sharing their phobias this month.

Carol Post, Tamra Baumann, Wendy LaCapra, and Kay Hudson

 

Hope to see you here next month for another Writer Wednesdays group blog. We’ll be chatting about our favorite character name on October 14th!

 

PS I’ve been having a ton of spam lately so I had to switch to moderated comments only. I’ll be checking regularly so you’re post will be approved fairly quickly. My apologies for the change. :-(

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    Tammy Baumann

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    Pris,
    An active imagination is a good thing for a writer, but it can be such a bad thing when we have too much time to think about everyday life things. I’m with you on the tight spaces, I hate them too. And at the movies, I always like to sit at the end of a long row, just so I don’t feel trapped. My family all shake their heads at me. LOL

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      Priscilla Kissinger

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      Hey, those long rows make me a little jittery, too. Unless it’s the front row and then I’ve been known to hop over the railing to get out. :-)

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    Wendy LaCapra

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    Ah, the blessings and curses of a vivid imagination! Tight spaces have always made me feel safe and cocooned, but I am with you on the heights. My grandparents’ farm had a copula and I never did manage to climb the beams to get there. I’d get half way and then the imagination would kick in… :) These posts are making me want to give hugs!

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      Priscilla Kissinger

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      :-) on the hugs, Wendy! You know, I’d be okay climbing up, and probably down as well, as long as I didn’t look down, especially if I was free-climbing.

      Strange, but I think it’s the lack of control that gets me. The lace of security. Who knows.

      But it’s why I’ve always said I have no desire to bungee jump or parachute. ~~~~gives me the willies~~~

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    Kay Hudson

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    Pris, I don’t remember ever being trapped in a small space, but maybe I was, because I have dreams about that occasionally. No fear of elevators or closets, though, so I guess it’s not a phobia. And I love glass elevators, the higher the better.

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      Priscilla Kissinger

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      Funny, Kay, I’m not afraid in elevators, even the ones that are glass so you can see out into the lobby. Now, an elevator with the floor that’s glass, outside… that might worry me. :-)

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    Arlene McFarlane

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    Cute post, Priscilla. I think there’s something to be said about how your mind and body changes after you have children. I used to be the first one in line for a roller coaster ride, the wilder, the better. And daredevil? Anything remotely dangerous appealed to me. Now? I can literally feel my uterus drop when I look at a roller coaster. Ditto places like at the top of the CN tower, standing on the glass-bottom floor. Maybe I’m crazy, but I really think kids change you. :)

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      Priscilla Kissinger

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      I totally agree, Arlene! After having my girls, my body changed physically and mentally. Mostly in good ways, but definitely ins one interesting ones. :-)

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      Tracy Brody

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      Exactly, Arlene. Only it’s not the roller coasters but anything that goes round in circles that affects me – makes me nauseous to even watch the merry-go-round now. As for phobia’s, hmm, the usual snakes and driving next to concrete dividers both make my heart race and muscles tense. Guess since I’m not scared of dying, it’s the idea of being in pain that scares me, so I’ll do a zip line and want to skydive.

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        Priscilla Kissinger

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        It’s funny, before kids I could totally rock the tea cups at Disney. Post kids, get me to a trashcan as fast as possible if I ride the tea cups.

        Zip line– maybe over the Amazon or some cool place. I’ll be attached to something that I think will hold me. Skydive? Hmm, at this point I have to say, no thanks. :-)

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    Kimberly MacCarron

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    Pris,
    I have a major fear of heights and water. So cliff diving would be my worst nightmare. ;-). One of my most embarrassing and scariest moments was when I climbed to the top of Chichen Itza. It was awful! I seriously thought somebody would have to land a helicopter up there to get me down.
    Tight spaces don’t bother me much, but then again I wouldn’t want to be stuck in one for long.
    My favorite show years ago was Fear Factor. I liked to watch people do things I wouldn’t be able to do for any amount of money.
    Fun post, Pris! Miss you!

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      Priscilla Kissinger

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      Hey Kim, thanks for stopping by!

      Cliff diving– uh yeah, not gonna happen. Unless someone pushes me off. :-)

      Funny you should mention your fear of water. While chatting with my mom about our blog, she mentioned that she has a fear of the ocean– specifically sharks. We talked about what you’d do if you were being attacked by a shark and my mom says: I’d kick him in the privates!

      Picture: pregnant pause as I ponder, hmmm where are a shark’s privates? :-)

      Obviously mom was thinking the same because we looked at each other for a few seconds, then burst into laughter. 😀

      Fear Factor, too many gross things having to be eaten. And watching someone crawl into a glass box full of roaches or bugs…. OH EM GEE… no thanks! Gave me the heebie jeebies!

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    Seana Kelly

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    First, Pris, let me say again that I love your website! It’s gorgeous!!
    On to all things phobic, I share your fear of enclosed spaces so tight you can’t move. I’ve had nightmares about that all my life. I’m also afraid of heights and stairs. I pictures myself falling down the stairs every single time I have to use them.

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      Priscilla Kissinger

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      Seana, it’s funny how our mind fixates on a few things that really just freak us out! I haven’t had an issue with stairs, but falling off of a high place really gets me.

      Once I was at the top of a ladder and my youngest was on the roof putting up Christmas lights. She was fine. Absolutely fine, but she scooted across the roof and it made a funny sound that totally made me think she was starting to fall– sliding off. I freaked out!

      Got all weepy and shaky, telling her to stay still, grabbing on to the roof ledge with both hands and ducking my head because I was certain she was gonna fall on me and I wouldn’t be able to help her. The little bugger (high school age, but still little) was laughing the whole time!

      Sigh, doubt I’ll ever live that experience down. :-/

      As for my website… it’s part my vision and a huge part my web designer, Nate. He is fantastic! And available if anyone is looking to get their own site up and running!

      Thanks for stopping by! Hugs

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    Carol Post

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    Great post, Priscilla. I can relate to your fear of falling. My husband and I used to do construction together, and usually it didn’t bother me working off ladders, climbing on to roofs, etc. But I remember one job we did siding a house that was two stories with a raised basement. When we were about 20 feet up, the wind picked up and the scaffold started swaying, and I was petrified. He had me climb through an upstairs window and he finished the upper part alone.

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      Priscilla Kissinger

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      Oh my gosh, Carol, how scary! I woulda been inside that window in a flash! :-)

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    Tosha (TL) Sumner

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    Awesome post, Pris. I can totally relate to the MRI thing. I have never been afraid of tight spaces and was looking forward to laying there, listening to chill out music. But then…I got into that claustrophobic inducing tube of metal. Gah!

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      Priscilla Kissinger

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      Yikes, Tosha/TL, my experience exactly! I hadn’t realized my concern with tight places until that test.

      That tech’s voice coming through the speakers was like a disembodied voice from the heavens. :-)

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    Mia Sosa

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    Pris, until I read your post, I didn’t even know I had a fear of falling or being enclosed in tight spaces. Your descriptions were so vivid my heart started to race – a sign of a good writer (you) and a person with an overactive imagination (me). I have a fear of getting trapped in a space where water rushes in — it’s very specific and related to a sci-fi movie I saw years ago. So glad you took those phobias and reminded us that there’s a good type of falling too!

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