As you may have guessed from another thread, I am terrified of moths.
I know some are beautiful and no-one has ever been savaged by one but they reduce me to a trembling wreck. It also extends to really huge butterflies although I have only ever encountered one of those.
It's a great pity the right of free speech isn't based on the obligation to say something sensible.
The only thing that I don’t like is heights when there’s nothing to hold onto (e.g. a ladder) but, as I avoid them, I cope fine. 😉
I’m not a fan of large house 🕷 but I don’t rush out of the house screaming. I just deal with them (I’ll leave it to your imagination how I do that.) 🥴
You all know what I am scared of and most of the time I am not in contact with them. That's unless that mean Nellie puts photos of them on here....which she does sometimes
It stems from when I was around 2 years old and in bed with a night light on. A moth had got into the room and as it fluttered past the nightlight, a massive shadow of it was projected onto the wall. I became hysterical. My mother downstairs kept yelling at me to shut up. I was scared of her, but even more scared of the moth and she eventually ran up to 'sort me out'. "It's only a moth" she said, and caught it in a chiffon scarf and tipped it out of the window, warning me to stop being silly.
70+ years ago and I still shudder and remember it as if it was only a few months back. I try to rationalise the fear, whenever I see one, but I cannot stay in the room with one. I'm o,k, with the teeny tiny little grey ones that flutter in the grass.
It's a great pity the right of free speech isn't based on the obligation to say something sensible.
I don't like heights at all so don't do big dippers, ferris wheels or roller coasters and I wouldn't be able to stand anywhere near one of those glass floors or windows with low ledges in tall buildings! The thought of abseiling, going up in a helicopter or hot air balloon fills me with dread but I'm OK looking out of a plane window! I can cope up a ladder as long as I'm facing a wall and have something to hold onto, glass scenic lifts can be a problem too but I can deal with it as long as I can face a solid door!
Not keen on mice either it's the speed they move at but as Saffy is/was a proliferent hunter I've had to get used to dealing with them but I'd much rather not touch them
People who are wrong are just as sure they're right as people who are right, the only difference is they're wrong
There are things I don't like very much, but I have only been actually terrified of spiders. Forcing myself to overcome the fear took a long time but the pure relief was worth it. I still don't like them, but I can now deal with any and get them out of the house without becoming a gibbering wreck.
I don't think there's anything I'm terrified of. My older sister (11 years older) had spider hysteria & trained me to kill them. There was no messing about with her, it HAD to die! This fear was passed on to my younger sister (5 years younger), so spider patrol went on for a long time in our house. My mother hated anything "with small bones." She flatly refused to have anything to do with our pet rabbits and when pet birds were let out of the cage for a fly by my mother was forewarned and left the room. A rat seen in the garden sent her into a spin and she held us hostage behind locked doors because it's a well known fact rats can open doors. I almost had a slap for bringing a friend's pet mouse in the house asking if we could have it as it needed a new home, cage included! Bargain. My mother dived behind the sofa because it's a well known fact that mice are afraid of sofas. Himself doesn't like heights and once when we were detoured (French farmers had blocked the roads) we found ourselves driving along a very narrow French mountain pass road. We had to change seats so I could drive as the drop was on the driver's side. Another time we took a lift up a Spanish mountain. We were expecting a modern effort box thingy to transport us up, but it was wooden & you could see the drop below through the gaps in the floorboards. Jones pressed himself against the side & shut his eyes. I suggested he looked at the crucifix hanging from a nail and thought about his life, but he ignored me.
We've twice stayed at a villa up a mountain in the arse end of nowhere in the Eastern Algarve that belongs to friends of ours. It takes a good 15 minutes on a single, twisty, vertiginous dirt track to reach what might be considered a road and, although we never met anything coming the other way, I was always petrified we would.
Since living here, I’m not as bad as I used to be, otherwise we would never go anywhere but I still feel shaky on twisty narrow mountain roads and hate to be parked anywhere near a drop which is unavoidable sometimes.
It's a great pity the right of free speech isn't based on the obligation to say something sensible.
I don't like heights at all so don't do big dippers, ferris wheels or roller coasters and I wouldn't be able to stand anywhere near one of those glass floors or windows with low ledges in tall buildings! The thought of abseiling, going up in a helicopter or hot air balloon fills me with dread but I'm OK looking out of a plane window!
Very similar to me, DD. I can do glass floors / windows up tall buildings, and planes, but the the rest no thanks.
I once tried to go down steps on a sheer cliff face in Cadgewith, Cornwall. It had a pathetically useless rope instead of a hand rail. The waves were crashing fiercely below, and half way down I froze - couldn't move up or down for about 20 minutes. No one else was about apart from the then Miss M who was terrified for me, but eventually I managed to turn around facing the cliff and inch my way back up. Never again.