I don’t even have to think about this one – I have two: heights and needles. Thankfully, I have never been on so high a precipice as to be classified as acrophobic, so I don’t really know how afraid of heights I am … I just know I don’t want to be looking down when I’m crossing a bridge. And needles? Just, eew.
Let’s take a closer look at these phobias, shall we? Acrophobia is an extreme or even irrational fear of heights. Like, the hyperventilating kind. Even the frozen in terror kind. I’ve never experienced that sort of fear, so I guess I’d be classified as mildly afraid of heights. They make me more nervous than anything, and a bit queasy, to be honest. I avoid really tall amusement park rides, like that tower thing at Australia’s Wonderland (R.I.P.) that used to pull you up and drop you back down super fast … See? I don’t even know what it’s called. When we go to awesome places, like The Three Sisters (at the Blue Mountains, in New South Wales), I grasp the railings on the walkways so tightly that my knuckles start to go white. But it’s worth the anxiety for the spectacular view.
Needles, on the other hand, they just freak me out. I can’t even imagine getting an injection without getting the chills. I can’t look at a needle without it pricking my skin. (I have a similar aversion to knives, but not quite as bad. I blame the hockey-skate-in-the-face scene from Halloween H2O for that last one. But I digress. Needles. They sharp, they pointy, me no like.) I can’t even watch when they vaccinate my poor little man – I hold him down and look away! When I watch crime shows, I am perfectly fine eating my lunch while they yank metres of intestines from a cadaver, but I can’t watch when they cut the (dead!) skin with a scalpel. I hate needles so much that I preferred to endure induced labour pain than get an epidural (a secondary concern to potential impacts on the baby, of course, but still …) – I couldn’t even look at the HIDEOUSLY THICK epidural needle they passed around during antenatal classes. Do I have trypanophobia? Do you even have to ask?!
So, there you go. My phobias. I’m grateful that I’ve never been in a situation so extreme for either of these, that I had a meltdown or a panic attack or something. I look forward to never experiencing that!
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Mini Mummi Blogger is a first time mummy to a beautiful baby boy. Currently on maternity leave, she is looking to put her writing/publishing experience to good use through her blog, helping other mummies navigate through the wealth of often conflicting (and, sometimes, even discouraging) information out there about pregnancy and motherhood. She believes that every mummy knows what’s best for her own baby – even first time mums!
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