30 thoughts on “Name That Phobia: Fear Of Balloons = Globophobia

  • August 5, 2010 at 6:01 pm

    My strangest fear is of worms. Not the icky kind that get inside you, no not those. I am afraid of ordinary earth worms. The kind that are good for gardens.

    This fear began when I was a child and my father took us fishing. He made us bait our own hooks. I became scared of worms during a fishing trip when a worm reacted badly to being stabbed with a hook. Who would have thought that getting stabbed with a hook would be unpleasant for a worm? Just like you had to suck it when it came to your fear, I had to do the same when I had kids. Not because my kids loved worms all that much, but my kids are kind of mean. If they had known about my fear of worms, they would have thrown them on me, or done something else equally mean.

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  • August 5, 2010 at 9:24 pm

    I wish that my biggest fear was of balloons….I’m really terrified of death, and I don’t want to go into it because it gets me thinking of it….and terrorizing me even more…after that comes my fear of ECT (electroSHOCK therapy) to which I still have flashbacks that rekindle the fear too….my most unusual fear is of clowns…I hate ’em…comes from an incident that occurred when I was only six..now I cringe every time I see one. All of us have fears and it’s all we can do to try to live with them without giving them the victory!!

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  • August 5, 2010 at 9:46 pm

    I have an intense fear of being arrested and incarcerated. Since a very young age, I have thought constantly about it, have had countless dreams, and my heart speeds up and I panic when I am around cops. I do not have a criminal record, nor do I engage in any criminal activity, except past underage drinking. For a long time I have tried figuring this fear out. I still am not sure; but I have a couple theories.

    1. When I was four and attending preschool, I used to love these 101 Dalmatian figures, and one day I stuffed a bunch of them in the huge pockets
    of my hoodie. Already an anxious and depressive child, I was in constant panic the entire day. My hands were always in my pockets to keep them from falling out (even though I was asked to take them out, and made sure not to lean in either direction or sit down too much. To this day, I have no idea why I stole those toys. I liked them, yes; but I knew it was wrong. Psychologists might come with different possibilities: in the midst of sexual abuse and a dysfunctional home life, that movie and those cute little toys felt safe and comforting; or maybe something had been taken from me (innocence, peace, etc) and I couldn’t control it, so I took control by taking something back. Both of which makes sense. I will never know; but I do know I have felt terrible about it to this day, especially since it left the class with only one or two dalmatian toys. Maybe I am still waiting to be caught for that, and maybe even I want to be, to be punished for it.

    2.I have always felt like I was inherently bad. Between sexual abuse, dysfunctional parents, bullying, and my babysitter’s daughter harassment, turning everyone against me, and wanting to drown me, it is easier to see. It is impossible that has been ingrained in my mind that I am bad and worthless, and that it is just a matter of time before I get thrown in jail.

    It is most likely both, with excessive watching of crime drama from third grade. Either way, I have never met anyone else with this phobia, and have only read one other story of it on the internet. There must be more of us other; but, indeed, it can be a shameful secret. People jump to conclusions and think we must be criminals, when in reality we are just fairly normal people with a highly unusual phobia.

    Sophie

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  • August 6, 2010 at 8:28 am

    I have a fear of being out in the middle of a lake in a boat. I don’t like not being able to see the bottom. But I force, I mean really force, myself to face my fear – which I don’t disclose to anyone. When I go to my sister-in-law’s cottage and they all want to go out in the boat and dive off the back of it to go swimming in the middle of the lake I go to. And, with much courage I jump in too. I don’t like it, especially if the boat starts to drift too far. But in order to get over my fear I face it. I don’t want it to grow any larger than it is and control what I do in life. I think my fear came from being left out on a floating dock at a cottage when I was about 5. One of my older brothers played a trick on me and left me stranded. I wasn’t too freaked out by it at the time, maybe it was the fact that my other brother and my mother were freaking out from the shore. Maybe they instilled a fear that I hadn’t had – maybe they were freaking out because I couldn’t swim at the time.

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  • August 9, 2010 at 5:27 pm

    Thx for sharing… the good things about our fears is that we can get over them or avoid them as needed… 🙂

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