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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Grim one, sorry
I really don't mind the things that give most normal people the willies. I'll rescue my petrified mum from spiders around the house, go up a 50 ft climbing wall and even bite cotton wool without turning a hair. The one thing that is making me clammy just thinking about it is hanging. The very idea of walking into a room to find someone hanged is utterly dreadful for anyone to contemplate, but this extends to irrational fear. I hate going into rooms on my own in strange places for this single reason. Suicide proof university rooms are a haven of tranquility for me as I don't feel the need to peep gingerly around the door before entering. When I heard of Mark Speight's death, my heart went out to the man's family and friends. When I heard what happened, my blood ran cold. I have no idea how this fear came to be so profound, working out what to do about it is even more of a puzzle to me. Sorry for posting about what is probably a touchy subject for a lot of people, but this is the first I've said about this to anyone.
Length? I'm told shoelaces will do.
( , Tue 15 Apr 2008, 0:07, 1 reply)
I really don't mind the things that give most normal people the willies. I'll rescue my petrified mum from spiders around the house, go up a 50 ft climbing wall and even bite cotton wool without turning a hair. The one thing that is making me clammy just thinking about it is hanging. The very idea of walking into a room to find someone hanged is utterly dreadful for anyone to contemplate, but this extends to irrational fear. I hate going into rooms on my own in strange places for this single reason. Suicide proof university rooms are a haven of tranquility for me as I don't feel the need to peep gingerly around the door before entering. When I heard of Mark Speight's death, my heart went out to the man's family and friends. When I heard what happened, my blood ran cold. I have no idea how this fear came to be so profound, working out what to do about it is even more of a puzzle to me. Sorry for posting about what is probably a touchy subject for a lot of people, but this is the first I've said about this to anyone.
Length? I'm told shoelaces will do.
( , Tue 15 Apr 2008, 0:07, 1 reply)
it is
probably one of the worst things you could possibly walk in on, I think about it a lot too, *shudders*
( , Tue 15 Apr 2008, 11:21, closed)
probably one of the worst things you could possibly walk in on, I think about it a lot too, *shudders*
( , Tue 15 Apr 2008, 11:21, closed)
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