I proclaim to have a few phobias. The big three; wind, heights and small places. I’m also afraid of mice, but we’ll talk about that another time. For now, let’s just tackle the big three.
Today I began wondering if they were really phobias or justified fears? Technically, a phobia is an irrational fear of something. My fears with those three things aren’t exactly irrational.
I was about five when my uncle took myself and a cousin to a large cave south of town. I don’t remember what he did, but it scared the shit out of me. I ran out of the cave; crying and freaking out. Shortly thereafter, I found I wasn’t real fond of tight spaces… particularly caves.
A few years later, during one of the few adventurous moments in my life, I jumped off the side of a slide with the goal of landing in a swimming pool. I missed the pool, but managed to dislocate my knee. After that, I developed a fear of heights.
Then, ten or eleven years ago, we had a microburst. The thing damaged houses, trees, cars… I was on the highway when it happened and nearly lost control of the SUV I was driving. I felt it actually tilt up at one point. I’ve been afraid of wind since.
So, phobias or justified fears? I don’t know.