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I don't mind people with phobias. People who don't know the difference between a phobia and a pet peeve though...
A phobia is a deep, irrational fear of ANYTHING. Spiders, snakes and heights are the most common, along with claustrophobia (fear of enclosed spaces).
Back in my Clinical Psychology classes, I read a case study of a woman with a rodent phobia with psychotic manifestations - she hallucinated about rats and mice. She was in a session with a new therapist, who had a pet hamster that he carried around in a jacket pocket, and amidst her emotionally describing her horror of rodents, the hamster (which he had forgot about)crawled out of his pocket. According to the case study, the woman suffered "an immediate and very violent psychotic episode" and had to be physically restrained - strait jacketed, padded cell - and sedated for the next several months; or as our professor described it, "it blew all her circuits".
Personally, I don't like ladders. I can use them, but not too high. The idea of working off swing staging on a high wall makes me bug - but on the other hand, I don't mind heights if they're solid. When I visited the Grand Canyon my girlfriend freaked because I'd go past the railings to sit on a cliff edge and hang my feet over a thousand-foot drop.
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My pet peeve..bordering on a phobia...are incompetent people who know that they are incompetent...AND DON'T CARE!!!! ( For example Civil Servants)
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Phobia -- Shopping in a mall during Christmas time. I almost go into a panic attack when I'm around that many people, all in the same christmas mind set.
Pet Peave -- Standing next to someone who, as they talk to you, proceed to scratch their crotch and shift themselves around. I don't need to see that.
That's about it, Steve
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Most of us work a lot with our hands, and if you8 are like me, this time of year makes 'em dry. I was trying on Jackets at christmas with my wife, and i found one I liked...till I put my hands in the pockets. They were lined with some VERRRY snaggy fabric. I can't STAND that, and the same thing goes for my feet with nylon sheets! The really odd thing is it makes me feel as if I am suffocating.
Melissa, my wife, goes NUTS when she hears, or even THINKS about silverware scraping together or on a plate, or worse yet, bumping into someones teeth. (which is an interesting way of getting even over dinner after a fight... )
I also get "panicky" in crowds, but I have no problem speaking publicly. Weird huh?
Barry
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O.K., Adrienne - warmed over eggs AND GRITS!!
ha ha ya missed me! Not a phobia, I can't stand the stuff.
Airplanes. I don't know about it being a phobia, I flew during the Navy, and hated it, but I did it. I won't get on an airplane now, though. I wouldn't paint a sign on one unless I had the ignition key in my pocket.
The story of the hamster brings up a bad memory; spiders are my big fear and I was over at a buddy's house when I was about 10. He had the things all over his yard big time and played with them. I wouldn't let him know about my phobia though. There was a giant black spider in a web one time and he reached out and picked it up and had it in his hand for a while and I was going nuts! He offered to let me hold it. I declined. Finally he put it back and we resumed whatever safe play we were doing before, like blowing up things, or jumping off the roof. A couple days later we were playing some thing at his house and I saw those long black legs come crawling out of his shirt pocket and I hit the street running so hard I couldn't get on my bike. I was pushing it as fast as I could run for about 2 blocks before I gained the presence of mind to jump on. I never went to Donny's house again. That was 1955. It can be another 45 years 'til I see him and his bugs.
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Last year I visit a friend in Louisiana that I've known a long time. She has 8 kids, her husband is out of the country often and they asked me to come visit and drive her to do errands and help with the kids (she doesn't drive) Her house is this wierd two story mobile home in very bad disrepair....It was even worse than the last time I visited 4 yrs prior. The back bedroom floor is packed with old clothes and junk so you can't walk around the bed to get in it, you have to crawl over it to get to the other side where the closet is.
The walls have Rube Goldberg shelving with odds and ends covered with a good layer of dust. When I went to clear a small area off an old dresser in the 'closet' (no doors on the closet) to put my suitcaes on I carefully (so's not to raise any dust). brushed the 1/2 inch layer of mouse droppings onto the floor.. As there is no screens on the front door, the mosquitoes would come in by the hundreds every night and gradually make their way to the back bedroom... I am terribly allergic to their bites and stayed up most nights till 3 am swatting at them till I killed every one,
Most nights I lay there wide awake listening to the rustling of 'something' in all that crap on the floor at the foot of the bed....I must have turned on the light (a metal work light clamped onto a chunk of wood nailed crudely to the wall) a dozen times trying to see what it was....then I see it, something about the size of a mouse crawling along the top of the curtains over one of the broken windows in the room......but it wasn't no mouse! It dropped with an audible 'plop'! and dissapeared into the clutter at the end of the bed! I later learned it was what folks in the south call a 'Waterbug'!! That's a COCKROACH! I shuddered to think where it might have gone, and wondered if they crawl acrossed you in bed....I woke up every morning exhasted and covered in bites. If I know there might be a single mosquito in the room I can't sleep until I've seen it's dead body! Adrienne ={
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Snakes, sharks, deep water and fear of drowning, so what do I do? Took up scuba diving, reguarly dive in locations known for Great Whites and got my self bitten by Australia's most poisonous snake last year (I lived)! Guess it's called facing your fears (or being stupid)
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Gee Gray!! Was it a brown? That's too scary....I guess I have a phobia of snakes, but it only seems to happen in my dreams. I've had several snakes as pets over the years, I don't have a fear of them normaly, the non-poisonous ones, but I have reacurring dreams of being terrified of them and being biten and pursued by them when I own one. Soon as I get rid of it the dreams end.. Bet there are some sort of psycological thing there huh? Glad you lived to tell us about it Gray! A
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