It is time for another Hot topic Thursday and this week I thought I would share with you all my biggest fear. You know that one that you would rather not have nor share but what the heck. I’m just gonna let it all hang here and yes I realize how bad that sounded.
I have a fear of cemeteries. I know that sounds a little crazy but when I was little and we drove past one in town I would start screaming about not wanting to go back there. For whatever reason I couldn’t stand to go past it. To the point that parents began driving out of the way just to avoid the cemetery. As I got older it got to the point where I could drive past them.
Typically my fear is only for those ones that look and feel old. You all know what I am talking about. The ones where you look out and know that people have been there for hundreds of years. We have one in town and while I can mange to drive past it I can’t get stopped at the red light that happens to right in front of it. If I get stopped there I will have a full blown, pull out the paper bag, panic attack.
Anytime I have ever had to go to a funeral I have had to take an anxiety medication before I went. I know that sounds like I am a crazy person. I assure you I am the normal sort of crazy and not the serial killer, stalker sort of crazy. It is just one of those things that people get for whatever unexplained reasons.
I live in a small Georgia town that you most likely have never heard of and I LOVE it! My house is more than full as I am a single mother of four & caregiver to my aging mother and uncle. Lover of all things Outlander. Goes to the beat of her own drum woman.
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Ugh that one is difficult, because they are all around. My daughter when she was little she was terrified of cats and kittens, she can deal with seeing them now but still won’t touch or pet one. My is snakes , I used to have anxiety attacks when I had to drive.
Some fears are just unexplained. Like I said there is no reason for my fear but it is there. I don’t like snakes either or rats. those things freak me out!
Oh, poor Rita! At least it sounds like you’ve found ways to cope with your biggest anxiety trigger. I love cemeteries, which I know will make you think I’m a big nut. But I love the quiet, the birds, the bugs, the wildlife, the plants growing around the edges, the lives of the people who have gone before me.
I don’t think you are a nut. Ma loves them as well. I can see the beauty in some of them but for me there is a real fear. One that I can’t explain.
we have one behind our backyard lol. its not a really old one though. we visited a really neat one while at the beach each year. the graves there go back hundreds of years. its super creepy at night but during the day I find the history really interesting
I so couldn’t have one in the backyard and visiting one would send me into a PTSD attack just about. My panic attacks over this is beyond horrible.
I have an irrational fear of swimming in a pool and someone putting on the pool cover on while I’m in it. I was very young and caught a glimpse of my aunt watching a movie where that happened. I remember I was getting up to ask for some water, but when I saw that I just froze. I don’t think she ever realized I saw it. It still gives me chills to think about it.
We all have something that we really fear.
I can see where that would freak you out. I had surgery once and for some reason the night before we watched one of those shows where weird stuff would happen. The guy woke up during surgery and could feel everything but couldn’t tell anyone. I was so scared and when I came to after surgery the doctor was hovering over my leg (where I had surgery) and the first thing out of my mouth was ” Is it over?”
You’re right that we all have things and regardless of whether they are reasonable or not to others they are to us.
I’m not particularly fond of cemeteries either, but what freaks me out is skeletons. I hated science class because they had one of those wired plastic skeletons hanging by the door. I attribute this to my Grandmother watching Alfred Hitchcock shows on TV when I was little. There must have been a particularly gruesome one on although I don’t remember it.