Irrational? Probably. Paranoid? Definitely! Delusional? Sometimes I scare myself!
1. Spiders. Right at the top of the list. Growing up in a lake-side village exposed me to nightmare experiences of all kinds. I have seen them ALL, and I DO NOT KNOW how those great big one-inchers get inside your house….! I did not develop a full-blown phobia, however, until after the age of 16, after I acquired my driver’s license and started driving myself around in my mother’s candy-apple red Mustang. She had a bad habit of leaving this vehicle parked beneath the trees in the yard with the windows rolled down, all night long! One afternoon I was rounding the bend on Highway 59 on my way back to Port Rowan, when just as the sun set and dusk descended, so did the spiders! ALL OVER ME: in my hair, down the back of my neck, the front of my shirt, crawling up my sleeves and pant legs. I yanked the car over on to the shoulder of the road, screaming, and bailed out in lightning speed, ripping my clothes off. Just as an OPP cruiser pulled up in the gravel shoulder behind me, the Mustang gently rolled into the ditch and came to rest at the edge of a pepper field (it was a standard and I forgot to secure the breaks). And I’m dancing in the road, in my bra and underwear, circa 17 years old. That was probably the best day of that cop’s life, doncha think?
2. Old Graveyards. The old ones with the cement headstones, angels, sculptures, with discolouration and mold and vines growing on them, sinking in to the ground, or weather-worn chunks broken off and laying about in the yard, overgrown weeds and broken tree branches, old and forgotton. Super creepy, gives me goose-bumps and makes me just feel cold!!! When I watched the scene in the movie Double Jeopardy where Ashley Judd’s character wakes up to discover that she has been trapped in a coffin with a dead body, I threw up.
3. Being Put in a Nursing Home. I don’t fear old age at all, it’s what’s going to happen to me once I have to give up the independence of living in my home. I break into a cold sweat thinking about what the PSWs and Nurses are going to do to me, sometimes on a daily basis, because they have a right to do it and not with my permission. I believe that I will be giving up my right to make decisions regarding my physical care and I also am very fearful of what the state of my body will become since I suffer from eczema and allergies. It’s a constant battle for me to keep my skin in a passable condition. I can NOT use any kind of soap that has the words “anti-bacterial” on it. It has to be “moisturized” or “contains aloe and lanolin”, etc. I also am pretty heavily dependent on prescript skin creams, and slather myself liberally to control outbreaks. I even had a water-softener installed in my house and I only take a shower after I know the water has cycled through it, so the ionization is fresh! That is the best feeling in the world!
4. My Child Being Snatched. When Tory Stafford went missing in April of 2009, it scared me to my core. It affected me in a very personal way. I realized from newscasts that she would have turned 9 in July, and my youngest daughter, also a little blonde 8 year-old, would also be turning 9 end of June. Once I made that distinction, I could not shake my fear. During the early days of her disappearance I believed her abduction was random, and that meant no one’s child was safe. It could happen to any of us! Of course it turned out that her assailants lived on the same street and knew her and her mother. But for two entire years I have gone to great lengths to make sure that both my daughters are escorted and never alone, ever, even staying home from work if I have to, and I trust no one with their lives. (Paranoid much?) When will this fear subside? When they turn 16? 18? 21? ….45? Does a mother ever stop worrying about her babies no matter where they are in the world? Probably not.
5. Trapped in Car Submerged in Water. I actually “day-mare” about this. I try to ease the fright I give myself, by working out a survival strategy. Every time I get into a pool I test myself to see how long I can hold my breath under water. I hope I don’t ever need to use this skill!
6. Breaking a Bone. Okay, I confess: I have never broken a major bone – I don’t think baby toes count, at least not on me. I once saw the aftermath when a student broke their arm on the monkey bars: they threw up and then started screaming and shaking uncontrollably. I think they ended up in shock but at any rate the injury was serious enough that the ambulance was employed. So I take calcium pills and make sure my dairy intake is up.
7. Knocking a Tooth Out. Remember when Tyson bit off part of Holyfield’s earlobe and spit it into the crowd and some random spectator caught it? Wasn’t that gross? Ever notice how the majority of NHL hockey players are missing their front teeth? Well, if it hurts bad enough having a cavity filled with freezing being used, then just imagine how badly it hurts having your tooth knocked out without the freezing!!
8. Imprisonment. Not a life lesson I want to experience. Fear of being jailed keeps me more of an upright citizen than my personal morals and values do, LOL! And why does America have such a fascination with life in prison? “Women Behind Bars”, “Lockdown”, “Scared Straight”, etc. are just a few. The reality documentaries bother me WAY more than the made-for-TV’s do. I can only watch 2 minutes before I start imagining myself there, just like Ashley Judd’s character in Double Jeopardy, because she was innocent! Egads, that could happen to anybody couldn’t it?!
9. Centi-Wigs! This is centipede crossed with an earwig, and these frickin mutants scare the bejeezus out of me in the basement. Thus far, I have been unsuccessful in getting a clear camera shot of one, because they are BEJAYZUZ FAST, whoosh, gone! I have described them to my neighbours in several instances, and my closest neighbour says, yeah, he’s got ‘em too. He says (further terrifying me!) that they climb up from the drain in the laundry room basement floor, and then spread out to your bathroom and laundry tub, etc. I have sprayed that puppy so many times with various products including Earwig Ban, Spider Ban, Anti-Creepy Crawlers (the one that supposedly affects a huge range of bugs) and RAID!!! But they still mysteriously appear inside things in laundry room, laundry tub, bathroom floor, tub and sink. They aren’t like cockroaches: they don’t scatter. No, they challenge you. They rear up the front half of their centipede body, running on 20 legs while waving about 6 more pincers and their bug teeth pincers right at you! I have seen them ranging from 1 inch to 2 and a half, and the ones in my basement are light brown or opake beige. Anyone know what the H these things are??? And more importantly, how to permanently get rid of them???
10. Becoming Sick/Injured in Another Country. I would die. And then I WOULD SUE THEIR ASSES!!!