When I was a kid, my Dad and I did a lot of ocean kayak fishing. Was out one day and I hooked a Bonito, which fight really hard for their size. I remember getting a decent look at the fish as it got nearer to the surface, pretty soon after it was just a few feet down below me. All of a sudden this big ass shape came in like a bat out of hell, grabbed the Bonito, and disappeared with it down into the murkiness. When it grabbed the Bonito my rod and reel got ripped out of my hands, that also disappeared into the deep with the fish. I almost fell out of my kayak too. It turned out to be a sea lion that poached my catch, but for some reason the whole experience has left me with a certain dread when I look down into the water when I'm on the open ocean. There's so much crazy shit down there that you can't see. I always think I'm gonna see a great white coming at me out of the murkiness.
I was in chest high muddy water with a group of people off the Georgia coast when I was in college. We turned and were heading back in when something hit me in the leg so hard it spun me around and almost knocked me down. I don’t think I’ve waded out into unclear water past my knees since
It was an option. Gas was $30 going under was like $1500. My teeth were not impacted. Between the Valium, gas and local anesthetic I was high as a kite jamming out to Sturgill in the chair.
Yeah that's the problem. For IV sedation it was like $1800. I couldn't justify that just for being a pussy. So I used one of my stimmys and said whatever, free money.
Hey guys it's me bumping this thread again I'll be dying in a plane crash this Thursday, next Wednesday, or the 28th. Nice knowing ya
On the bright side, dying in a plane crash is probably quick. I know you've been told this, but millions of people fly daily and are fine. And if the documentary Flight is any indication, some of those pilots are drunk as a skunk and they still end up ok. Hell I've jumped out of a perfectly good plane and ended up OK so I'm sure if you stay inside, you'll be fine. That said, I've gone sky diving, ridden over 100 roller coasters, skiied 60+ MPH.... And I fucking hate, hate, hate getting on a ladder. I get 3 steps from the top and turn into a baby.
I know how dumb of a fear it is, and I was doing pretty good this time, but as it gets closer I'm regressing for sure.
Yes I'm flying alone so I'll get hammered. My first flight is Virgin too so they have unlimited drinks. Miami to London - virgin London to Dublin - ryan Dublin to Orlando - aer lingus
Oh doc also gave me some hydroxyzine, it's like benadryl on steroids, with the idea being I can mix it with a few beverages and hopefully just pass out for 8 hours.
I have slight social anxiety. Unless it’s one of my close friends, going to a party stresses me the fuck out. Claustrophobia. Went on a tour of a US submarine as a kid and felt myself getting freaked out. Not scared of any animal with one exception. Spiders, snakes, bugs, wild animals…no problem. But, if you show me a mouse or a rat, and I’m running.
It's so bizzare what bothers us. I'd rather be thrown into the Pacific right above the Marianas trench or in a school of sharks than climb on a 12'+ ladder.
I’m the same. Hate them. And even though I’ve never seen one, I’m terrified of rats. There was an episode of Highway to Heaven (old), where a baby was bitten by a bunch of rats. I’ve been terrified ever since.
Couldn't find the sweaty palms thread, but this one got me. +14 internet points if you full screen it.
I was prescribed this last round after running out of Lorazepam. Prior to Lorazepam, I was a heavy drinking only flyer, but people kept getting annoyed with how slammed I was when I got to my destination. I've got a few stories from those days. Missed flights, pants shitting, etc. The Lorazepam was decent but still not the same. I went through all of the typical stuff you've described on my latest trip: impending sense of doom, freaking out on the way to the airport swearing I wasn't getting on the plane, and that my wife would be taking our son to Hawaii on her own. The hydroxyzine helped enough to get me on the flight, but man, that was a rough one. My wife suggested I get hammered for the way home, and it was a world of difference. I go from imagining every odd sensation, bump, noise, or smell is a marker of the plane going down to having fun. On that flight, I binged the first season of Fresh Prince. Laughed out loud, cried out loud, passed out. Anyway, I'm 100% back on the drunk train in spite of the occasional negative consequences, because it's the only thing that really works for me.
Sorry guys. I know how irrational it is, but it's very real to me. I had a full on panic attack this morning after sending the kids off to school and that was that. Defeated, embarrassed, ashamed, etc... you name it I feel it right now.
Really sucks man. Know exactly what you’re going through. Mine materialized later in life out of nowhere, mostly. I guess I could kinda point to 9/11 and seeing Oceanic flight 815 breaking in half 1000 times on Lost if I had to. I feel extra silly, because I spent years working in a fighter squadron watching flights go out and return safely every single day. When the anxiety attacks happen, there is almost no stopping them, and you either have to suffer through it or cancel. But nothing sucks more than a multi-hour one in the air that doesn’t stop until wheels down. Feel like they’ve cut years off my life. Hate how much it impacts my family’s lifestyle. Real shit draw as far as phobias and reactions go
We sound the same. I love aviation, I love to watch planes, plane videos, play flight simulators, etc. I really think it's a control thing. I know if I was sitting up in the cockpit not only would I be able to fly but I would love it. I already made some calls to some professionals today, I need to get this one fixed.
I do ok on domestic flights. I can survive 4-5 hours. I don’t know if I’ll ever leave the country because I’m terrified of being stuck on a plane for like 10 hours though. It’s 100% a control/anxiety issue with me.
Yup same. I worked with a therapist early this year after a particularly rough one. It definitely helped, but I could use more too. I was about to start attempting exposure therapy with frequent short hops, but prices skyrocketed, so I backed off temporarily. Lots of road trips planned for the immediate future lol. Fuck me
I about lost it on a flight from Paris to Atlanta just because you’re going against the jet stream so it’s slower. The last hour I just kept getting up to go to the bathroom because I couldn’t keep sitting there.