By specific, I mean not general fears like fear of heights or spiders.
Saws. The sound they’re making shakes me to my core and having to help someone who almost amputated their finger enforced that fear further
All saws, or just power saws? Do you have a similar reaction to all kinds of saws, or just specific ones? Table saws, band saws… How about chainsaws?
Pretty much any variation of power saw. The closer your hands are to the moving saw, the worse. Hand saws are cool tho. Love my Ryoba
The MAGAstapo breaks down my door at 2 AM
… seriously? I mean, that sucks, and I’m sorry.
This is seriously a fear of yours? Do you think many others having such fears? What exactly is the magastapo?
It’s the intense feelings, the “us vs them” mentality in politics that hate to the core.
Well all they would have to do is have a green card and have been involved in the “wrong kind” of protest apparently.
Nobody with a green card should be protesting anything about our government. If they want to change something, they should go home and change it.
OP: “my fear is the government disappearing me in the night”
You: “pff that doesn’t happen, you’re overreacting”
Me: “it does happen to x people”
You: “oh well don’t be one of those people”Brilliant. Yes, OP is the problem, not that the government is kidnapping people when they show political dissent.
Ffs.
Finding one of my children dead, it has happened once already.
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At least your parents like metric! That’s gotta count!
But seriously, no license is needed to become a parent, one of the greatest responsibilities IMO. Maybe they don’t actually hate you, and just don’t know to parent good. If they hated your guts, why would they (badly?) raise you instead of giving you in adoption the moment you were born?
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(sorry for the rant, feeling very suicidal rn)
Please find someone with whom you can talk.
I’m so sorry! It happened to two friends of mine and they were absolutely destroyed, stay strong!
It was 11 1/2 years ago, he would be 29 years this year.
Thanks for sharing this. Losing a child is so devastating people become pariah, but you’re showing people it happens and people get through it. I’m sorry your child passed, they should still be here today
Work was very supportive of me during that time, excluding my direct supervisor, who nearly ended up being fired over it. I had support from friends that helped as well.
But it being a suicide added so much more taboo to it. His birth giving parent (is a trans man) was raised very religious and had a hard time telling people it was a suicide, so I kept it quiet. Eventually they announced the suicide and me being able to talk about it in that sense really helped me a lot.
I’m glad that you got the support you needed and deserved. I’ve got a lot of respect for your boss fighting so hard for you.
Suicide is really hard, it brings up additional terrible and profound emotions. Having to keep it secret is additional stress, and isn’t a nice secret to keep. Well done for getting through it ❤️
That I have pee pee dribbles on my pants, after walking out of a work or public restroom. It’s not even that I’m afraid I actually have pee pee dribbles, but that when I washed my hands, water drops got on or around my crotchal region, and people will believe it’s pee pee.
Whenever I have to go into the city (I live in a small town) I have to take a short ferry to get there. Whenever it lists like 4-6 degrees, it scares me so bad.
My family finding out about my fictional crushes, showing that I’ve got a superbly weird taste in fictional men.
Turn that into your armour. I threaten my friends and family with my search history so they’ll never be tempted to snoop.
I dont want to hold babies. I have a fear that I will drop it and I am not sure what I would say to the parents. Im not sure what is going to happen when I have kids
Im not sure what is going to happen when I have kids
For me, it went like this:
- I’m afraid I’ll drop or hurt this tiny helpless child.
- But this tiny helpless child can’t even go drink milk by itself.
- I guess I can only make things better helping it get milk. I’ll just be really careful.
- That wasn’t so bad. I guess I can do this.
Then repeat in stages every 15 minutes or so as it needs diapers, or cuddles to warm up, or cleaned, or milk again, or diapers again.
Until eventually I’m confidently picking it up in a moment of complete terror so that it won’t run out into traffic.
This does make me feel better. My wife keeps saying I need to hold babies to get over it (I suppose similar to your experience, hold it and realize it ain’t that bad). We’ll see how it goes. I don’t plan on having kids until I finish grad school though so I do have some time to prepare myself to face my fear: baby droppin. Thank you kind stranger for the words of wisdom
LOL, I got over that early. Dropped a cousin on her baby head as a child.
Waking up to find my partner dead. I used to leave for work while she was still deeply asleep so every morning before I kissed her goodbye I would have that moment of terror that when my lips touch her she would be cold.
Thalassophobia, aka fear of deep water. No problem being in a boat, but swimming in it is a no-go. I can swim in swimming pools, but the larger the body of water (ponds, lakes, ocean, etc) the larger the fear. I think it has something to do with not being able to see through the depth of the water? Strangely enough, the idea of being in space doesn’t bother me at all.
I also tried Subnautica (based on recommendations) like a dumbass, played it for 20 minutes and had a panic attack. Uninstalled!
I’d like to try you out on the swamp down the street. You can see the bottom almost everywhere, it’s that clear. But there’s at least one gator in it and certainly cotton mouths along the shoreline.
(Given their typical territory, probably only 1, maybe 2, gators. They’re shy as hell in any case, have barely glimpsed it.)
I’m gonna nope out of that, dawg.
Being helpless in a situation I had already thought about but never had the opportunity to prepare for.
Not much at this point. After having open heart surgery and having my heart stop a couple of times, I’m not really scared of much.
If it’s okay, would you explain why? Did you make your preparations in case of death, or are like “give your best shot, life”?
Really, the only thing I was scared of was needles. Well, I’ve been poked and stabbed more times since 2018 than I can count. Another blood draw and IV last Thursday in fact.
Your perspective on fear and pain changes once you’ve been cracked open like a lobster and laced back up with metal like a ballet slipper.
My coworker once had a paramedic push adenosine when he started having heart arrhythmia. The main side effect for adenosine is an overwhelming feeling of impending doom. Apparently it’s to help hit the reset button on your heart… But it also just happens to make you think you’re 100% going to die in the next two seconds. Apparently it was a full blown transformative experience for him.
I hear ya. Being told I was going to die within a couple years and getting my brain drilled through my skull, the normal petty fears melt away. Totally over the fear of needles now. You and are in the “I should be dead, IDGAF” club now 🤝
A year ago January I woke up in the hospital and a nurse comes in.
“Were you asleep about an hour ago?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Your heart stopped for eight seconds.”
“Um… ‘thank you’? I don’t know the correct response to that…”
I fear that, one day, the wrong people are going to find out I cheated on my finals in order to graduate, which does have consequences.
Hah!
I chose a BA in computer science because it indicated that I’d satisfied the requirements for both - it was literally my choice; I’d done all of the stuff for a BS plus a enough for a minor in a BA. Stupid me thought people would understand that a BA in CS meant you went beyond.
No. No, hiring managers think a BA in CIS is some weaker, non-technical, non-STEM kind of computer thing, like a degree in computer art or something.
So I’ve been lying my whole life; when asked, I say I have a BS in CIS. I wouldn’t say I’m ever exactly worried about being caught out, because it’s easily explainable, but it has crossed my mind occasionally, when filling out applications.
I’ve tried to live a good life, and tried to be a good influence around me. My secret fear is suddenly dying in public, and farting like some corpses.
I want to be remembered as a good coworker or friend, etc., not as the guy who farted loudly after dying.
Speak for yourself; If I could be remembered by a fart that rattled the souls of everyone nearby, I’d die happy.
That while I’m driving I’ll have to sneeze while driving across a bridge and during that split second while my eyes are closed and I’m distracted by the sneeze I’m going to drive off the edge.
That is wonderfully specific!
Never being able to get out from my family’s thumb. Dying misirable, bitter, and angry at the world because my whole life was squandered. Realizing my one chance to have avoided all this passed thirty years ago and even then it was at best a half-chance.
