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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Not so much deep water...
but any kind of dark hole inside a body of water, especially the kind found in swimming pools (even those with a grating over). They are pools of black oblivion to me.
For some reason I'm terrified of getting my foot stuck in one of these - and thus either drowning in the deep end of a horrible, urine-tainted, chlorinated pool. Or bizarrely being sucked down into it, and presumably drowning (or being mashed up in the pool's water-pumping machinery / being dragged into hell / appearing in another dimension / etc.) Whenever I notice my feet (or any other part of my body) getting near one of these, I flail about pathetically like a drowning puppy in a desperate attempt to distance myself from the said watery black maw of doom.
And don't get me started about those big wave-machine gratings. I ain't going near those. No feckin' way.
I reckon I should blame all this on watching "The Blob" (the more gruesome remake) on TV when I was a little'un. Think of the bit where that bloke in the kitchen gets completely sucked into the plug-hole of a sink and pureed somehow.
Ah, childhood fears... I'd like to say they don't torment me to this day, but they do. I haven't been near a swimming pool in ages.
( , Wed 16 Apr 2008, 10:48, 6 replies)
but any kind of dark hole inside a body of water, especially the kind found in swimming pools (even those with a grating over). They are pools of black oblivion to me.
For some reason I'm terrified of getting my foot stuck in one of these - and thus either drowning in the deep end of a horrible, urine-tainted, chlorinated pool. Or bizarrely being sucked down into it, and presumably drowning (or being mashed up in the pool's water-pumping machinery / being dragged into hell / appearing in another dimension / etc.) Whenever I notice my feet (or any other part of my body) getting near one of these, I flail about pathetically like a drowning puppy in a desperate attempt to distance myself from the said watery black maw of doom.
And don't get me started about those big wave-machine gratings. I ain't going near those. No feckin' way.
I reckon I should blame all this on watching "The Blob" (the more gruesome remake) on TV when I was a little'un. Think of the bit where that bloke in the kitchen gets completely sucked into the plug-hole of a sink and pureed somehow.
Ah, childhood fears... I'd like to say they don't torment me to this day, but they do. I haven't been near a swimming pool in ages.
( , Wed 16 Apr 2008, 10:48, 6 replies)
I have the same thing..
Only less bad. I will try to avoid the holes in swimming pools or swim faster over them, but it doesn't make me avoid swimming :D I am actually more terrified that a shark is going to explode out of the hole and eat me..
( , Wed 16 Apr 2008, 10:49, closed)
Only less bad. I will try to avoid the holes in swimming pools or swim faster over them, but it doesn't make me avoid swimming :D I am actually more terrified that a shark is going to explode out of the hole and eat me..
( , Wed 16 Apr 2008, 10:49, closed)
Jaws
The dark legacy of this classic film has touched another innocent soul...
-CHOMP-
( , Wed 16 Apr 2008, 10:55, closed)
The dark legacy of this classic film has touched another innocent soul...
-CHOMP-
( , Wed 16 Apr 2008, 10:55, closed)
But,
Don't I wish it was only my username.
Someone I know called Michael Hunt has a phobia of abbreviating his first name.
...:3
( , Wed 16 Apr 2008, 11:09, closed)
Don't I wish it was only my username.
Someone I know called Michael Hunt has a phobia of abbreviating his first name.
...:3
( , Wed 16 Apr 2008, 11:09, closed)
I was worried
about them for a while after I saw a story on TV.
It was about a kid who used to pleasure himself by sitting on the water inlet at the bottom of the pool. One day, when engaged in said activity, he stood up to find that something had reached up from the inlet and grabbed him by the rectum ... or so it appeared. In his panic and using his remaining breath - he bent down and chewed through the limb that was threatening to doom this young man. With great effort, he made his way through, floated to the surface, and spluttering like a morris minor filled with unleaded, hauled himself onto the side of the pool.
Once out, he could see the pool was full of what looked like blood. His cries had been heard by a member of his family and he was rushed to hospital.
After emergency surgery, and still a bit groggy, he came round to be given the explanation for his ordeal.
What had attached him to the bottom of the pool was his rectum. He had chewed through his own 4 foot long prolapse to avoid a rather nasty watery grave and the doctors had cleaned up the lacerations and sewn what was left of his lower intesting into place.
I swim now, but it was a good few years before I'd go anywhere near the bottom of the pool.
( , Wed 16 Apr 2008, 11:30, closed)
about them for a while after I saw a story on TV.
It was about a kid who used to pleasure himself by sitting on the water inlet at the bottom of the pool. One day, when engaged in said activity, he stood up to find that something had reached up from the inlet and grabbed him by the rectum ... or so it appeared. In his panic and using his remaining breath - he bent down and chewed through the limb that was threatening to doom this young man. With great effort, he made his way through, floated to the surface, and spluttering like a morris minor filled with unleaded, hauled himself onto the side of the pool.
Once out, he could see the pool was full of what looked like blood. His cries had been heard by a member of his family and he was rushed to hospital.
After emergency surgery, and still a bit groggy, he came round to be given the explanation for his ordeal.
What had attached him to the bottom of the pool was his rectum. He had chewed through his own 4 foot long prolapse to avoid a rather nasty watery grave and the doctors had cleaned up the lacerations and sewn what was left of his lower intesting into place.
I swim now, but it was a good few years before I'd go anywhere near the bottom of the pool.
( , Wed 16 Apr 2008, 11:30, closed)
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