Phobias
What gives you the heebie-jeebies?
It's a bit strong to call this a phobia, but for me it's the thought of biting into a dry flannel. I've no idea why I'd ever want to or even get the opportunity to do so, seeing as I don't own one, but it makes my teeth hurt to think about it. *ewww*
Tell us what innocent things make you go pale, wobbly and send shivers down your spine.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 13:34)
What gives you the heebie-jeebies?
It's a bit strong to call this a phobia, but for me it's the thought of biting into a dry flannel. I've no idea why I'd ever want to or even get the opportunity to do so, seeing as I don't own one, but it makes my teeth hurt to think about it. *ewww*
Tell us what innocent things make you go pale, wobbly and send shivers down your spine.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 13:34)
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Defo Clowns - No 2 ways...
When I was 3 years old my mother took me to the circus and within 5 seconds of us being sat in the front row with all the 'highly amusing' (evil) clowns passing us by I threw up all over myself and her with fear.... Many years later she thought it would be amusing to leave clown ornaments round the house for me to find - like at eye level in the airing cupboard... Needless to say this did nothing to get me over the phobia but did get my mother's ornaments thrown out of the window to their evil smashing death on the patio.
Even the thought of being within a couple of miles of a clown brings me out in a cold sweat and makes me feel ill - if I ever had the extraordinary misfortune to bump into one I would probably go psycho killer on it's sorry ass.
As for all this tosh about getting over your phobias with Paul McKenna, etc... as my phobia doesn't rule my life I would rather live with it and not have to be hypnotised whilst some (no doubt sexual deviant) clown undresses me whilst I am out of it ta very much...
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 15:29, Reply)
When I was 3 years old my mother took me to the circus and within 5 seconds of us being sat in the front row with all the 'highly amusing' (evil) clowns passing us by I threw up all over myself and her with fear.... Many years later she thought it would be amusing to leave clown ornaments round the house for me to find - like at eye level in the airing cupboard... Needless to say this did nothing to get me over the phobia but did get my mother's ornaments thrown out of the window to their evil smashing death on the patio.
Even the thought of being within a couple of miles of a clown brings me out in a cold sweat and makes me feel ill - if I ever had the extraordinary misfortune to bump into one I would probably go psycho killer on it's sorry ass.
As for all this tosh about getting over your phobias with Paul McKenna, etc... as my phobia doesn't rule my life I would rather live with it and not have to be hypnotised whilst some (no doubt sexual deviant) clown undresses me whilst I am out of it ta very much...
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 15:29, Reply)
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