Have you never had dry heaves? When your body still tries to vomit even though there's nothing left? If not, you're lucky!
Phobias...(pain in the ass)
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Nope, never had that. Sometimes I will dry heave a couple times before the vomit actually comes out, but I've never continued to heave after the fact. I also only really vomit as a result of drinking too much, and even then it hasn't happened in over a year. I haven't vomited from illness in over 5 years (I honestly can't remember the last time).
When I get nauseous, it usually means something wants to come out the other end.
When I get nauseous, it usually means something wants to come out the other end.
I have a fear of being vomited on. Is there a word for that?
I suppose it all depends on the size of the balloon.
Nuns, I have always been scared to death of nuns. I see one and the hair raises on my arms. They creep me.
I would consider that a phobia unless you went to Catholic school as a child. In that case, your fear would be perfectly reasonable.
Unusually large spiders, fuzzy spiders, daddy-long-legs, centipedes. Ordinary little spiders are okay.
Exposed heights. In other words, inside a tall building is okay, but on the balcony isn't.
Knives. Anything sharper than a dinner knife terrifies me. Not all the time, but usually. Given that I was on the wrong end of one not that long ago, it's a rational fear. I won't be concerned unless I'm still this scared in, say, another six months.
Guns, sort of. I used to be scared even of obviously-toy guns. After working in corrections for a long time, I'm at least comfortable around armed correctional officers and police now.
Exposed heights. In other words, inside a tall building is okay, but on the balcony isn't.
Knives. Anything sharper than a dinner knife terrifies me. Not all the time, but usually. Given that I was on the wrong end of one not that long ago, it's a rational fear. I won't be concerned unless I'm still this scared in, say, another six months.
Guns, sort of. I used to be scared even of obviously-toy guns. After working in corrections for a long time, I'm at least comfortable around armed correctional officers and police now.
Ahh, I share this one. Planes are fine, high floors are fine, but exposed heights are awful. The reason is the urge to jump. It's not even really a suicidal urge, it's just this incredibly strong urge whenever I get near the edge to leap.
Seriously? That's something I never heard of.
^I can't be the only one. I recall Neil Gaiman referencing the same thing in one of his books.
Oh, yeah. A good friend of mine was afraid he might jump. I'm afraid of all the possibilities: jumping, falling, being pushed or blown off...
I had a lot of issues. Falling, being pushed or blown off, and even subtle silliness like the fear that the glasses might slip off the nose when I looked down the abyss or that stuff would fall out of my pockets. But never a urge or a fear of jumping.
You're not. I've felt that as well, both in suicidal and non-suicidal ways.
I have a fear of flying insects... ones that crawl on the ground don't really bother me, just the flying ones like gnats, bees, and flies. When I lived in the motor home and gnats somehow started a nest below the largely ineffectual toilet (plastic tends to absorb the smell of things- blugh 
) I was in a very awkward position.
) I was in a very awkward position.
Falling from heights I hate getting near the edge of a roof, and you'd never get me to go up to the observation deck of the Stratosphere in Vegas, but I have no problem with flying and sitting by the window.
so I'm not sure what phobia that is.
so I'm not sure what phobia that is.
I don't think I have any true phobias... sure, heights bother me a little (especially if I'm not restrained) and I don't much care for spiders or other traditional fears. But it doesn't affect me to the degree that it becomes crippling or I actively avoid situations that could potentially cause the fear.
Maybe the closest would be a fear or rejection. I never liked being told no, by anyone or for any reason (not just relationships). For example, I worry if I'm asking for time off work (even if my boss has never denied anyone). Or I can't/won't make a decision about where to eat for fear my eating partners will reject it.
Maybe the closest would be a fear or rejection. I never liked being told no, by anyone or for any reason (not just relationships). For example, I worry if I'm asking for time off work (even if my boss has never denied anyone). Or I can't/won't make a decision about where to eat for fear my eating partners will reject it.
It's called "being me". My then-bf and one of my roommates both vomited on me within 12 hours of each other, back when we were in university. The annoying thing is that I'd washed my clothes immediately after the first incident (of course) and was wearing the exact same outfit the next day.
I have these two as well, though the "ordinary little spiders" that I'm okay with have to be pretty much microscopic. I remember being on my way to work a few years ago when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked around and there was a crane fly crawling across the inside of the window behind me - and those things are huge. (I thought it was a male mosquito, but according to my research, male mosquitoes are actually smaller than the female.)
As for heights, anything that's potentially unstable (for example, a ladder) or that's exposed triggers my phobia. I can look down from a height if I'm indoors (I've laid down on the glass floor of the CN Tower's observation deck, 1122 feet above the ground), and strangely I don't have too much trouble flying (I'm nervous on takeoff and landing, but in the air I'm okay), but if I have to go outside onto a balcony, I get queasy. The annual Outworlders parties at Dragon*Con are nerve-wracking because I end up spending most of the evening out on the balcony. I have to tell my friends to stand between me and the edge, and I stand as close to the door as possible.
The closest thing to a phobia that I have is fear of spiders. I have always been inclined to fear them. I used to always kill them whenever I saw them, but at some point I became aware of the fact that my fear was irrational, and so I stopped doing that.
Hitler was afraid of Jews and so he killed them. I was afraid of spiders so I killed them. I concluded that the root psychological malfunction which caused me to kill spiders was the same root psychological motivator that made Hitler kill Jews, and so for that reason I resolved never again to allow myself to wilfully kill or harm a spider.
I learned to fear spiders because my mother always screamed, threw things, and climbed up on the furniture if she saw one. Since I saw that kind of behavior throughout my childhood, I naturally inherited some of that fear and later had to unlearn it. Spiders don't really bother me anymore, though I still prefer not to touch them.
Fear of vomiting is kind of a different kind of thing though. Unlike a fear of house spiders of something else that is completely harmless, vomiting clearly has an unpleasant side effect. Nobody likes vomiting.
I can relate to the fear of glasses slipping off of the nose.
Hitler was afraid of Jews and so he killed them. I was afraid of spiders so I killed them. I concluded that the root psychological malfunction which caused me to kill spiders was the same root psychological motivator that made Hitler kill Jews, and so for that reason I resolved never again to allow myself to wilfully kill or harm a spider.
I learned to fear spiders because my mother always screamed, threw things, and climbed up on the furniture if she saw one. Since I saw that kind of behavior throughout my childhood, I naturally inherited some of that fear and later had to unlearn it. Spiders don't really bother me anymore, though I still prefer not to touch them.
Fear of vomiting is kind of a different kind of thing though. Unlike a fear of house spiders of something else that is completely harmless, vomiting clearly has an unpleasant side effect. Nobody likes vomiting.
I can relate to the fear of glasses slipping off of the nose.
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