So we were chatting about some of our fears on
Gateworld yesterday—fears of heights, of falling, of landing, etc, and my
pre-teen also came home spouting off about how zombies were real and he and a
friend were going to prepare for the coming zombie apocalypse. He was serious. So I thought
that I would do today’s Five for Friday on fears.
Five of my top fears, in no particular order, are:
1. Heights—hate them, hate them, hate them. Oddly,
while I cannot climb ladders, nor peek out the windows of high hotel rooms, I
have no problem with rock climbing or flying in planes. Now, jumping out of
said plane would not happen, not even onto the slide thingy if we had a water
landing; someone would have to push me. The vertigo I get from even getting near the edge of an overhang is nauseating. Oddly, I used to hike mountains at every possible chance. Our local one was called Sleeping Giant because it looked like, well, a sleeping giant from a distance. At the top is a two story rock "castle", with open views and stairways. I can and have always been able to climb those steps and lean over or sit on the walls at the top to enjoy the views.
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| My boy at the castle, trying to freak me out. |
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| View from the castle on Sleeping Giant. East(?) Rock and the city of New Haven in the distance. |
2. Bugs—I know it’s not technically right, but I lump
spiders in with bugs. They’re all just gross and disgusting and have all those
feelers and all those extra legs and…**shudder** They’re just gross. Remember
the cockroach? Click the link if you're new to my blog or need a reminder. And I once killed a spider and all these baby spiders came
spilling out of the torso. It was like some horror movie. Ewww…
3. Bodily injury—any and all. Now, oddly, when I had
to have a cyst removed from my arm, I had no problem watching the whole
procedure. But the idea of losing a digit or an appendage or an eye or anything…
YUCK! That was my main fear after Jaws came out—that one day I’d be swimming in
Long Island Sound and a shark would attack and tear off my leg. And the idea of
becoming something’s dinner in the process of that bodily injury is another
squick for me. I have NO desire to become part of the circle of life.
The last two are a lot more personal and serious
and very likely should be the top two.
4. Major injury or death of one of my children. All
their talk of joining the military scares the Hell out of me, I admit it. But at
the same time, I’m so very proud of them. That does not take away the fear of
one day having the men in their dress uniforms show up on my door. I remember
one time, when I was working at a restaurant, we heard a horrible crash. We
rushed out to find that an SUV had gone through a couple of concrete signposts.
Inside the SUV was a child about my oldest boy’s age, wearing a Little League
uniform. My oldest also played Little League. This boy had a compound fracture
and I was, I admit it, more than a bit shaken. To have this child so horribly
injured that he might lose his leg or even his life, and to have him be so “familiar”
was terrifying. I never did find out what happened to the boy and can only hope
that the quick reactions of my fellow workers and I (I was freaking, not
immobile) helped in some small way.
5. Alzheimer’s. Mom has it. She is worse every
time we talk. She freaks out over nothing one minute and can’t remember her
reaction the next. She is making my father’s life a living Hell and doesn't even know it. I am terrified of
getting it myself one day. Her father had it and now she does; however, her
other siblings show no signs, and the two boys are older than she is. To be
fair, the oldest may be having issues, but I have not been a very good niece,
and have let life get in the way of keeping in touch with long-distance loved
ones. At any rate, I have already told my boys that if I become like my mother,
I am to be brought to a home or quietly dispatched so I do not ruin others’
lives. I feel so horrible for my mom, because she is no longer Mary, and she
would be appalled if she knew this was how she was behaving. I also live in
fear that she will hurt my father one night and never even realize it, or that
he will need medical help and she will not remember that he needs the help or
how to dial the phone for 9-1-1. I have many people reassure me that I am
utterly different from my mother--I get out and socialize, as well as working,
chatting on the internet and being generally busy with activities between my
local RWA and my boys. I play online games from Lumosity, but I sometimes
wonder if I'm fooling myself with them, as my mother does with her crossword
puzzle books ("That's how I'm fighting this thing. Keeping my brain
active."); she's losing the battle in a bad way and it's terrifying.
