I have a phobia with butterfly spawn, the wiggly kind.
Can't look at it, don't wanna talk about it either cuz then the image pop up in my mind.
Don't mind the adult form or the pupa. Also fine with other larvae since they all mostly look the same.
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I have a phobia with butterfly spawn, the wiggly kind.
Can't look at it, don't wanna talk about it either cuz then the image pop up in my mind.
Don't mind the adult form or the pupa. Also fine with other larvae since they all mostly look the same.
Death by violent means
My biggest fear is that my office chair might break in such a way that the hydraulic piston breaks through the seat and punctures my colon.
Well thanks a lot, that's now my fear too.
You are welcome!
That’s niche.
Dementia
This or some kind of psychosis... Mental health, neurocognitive abnormalities scare the shit out of me. That its very possible it can happen to me.
I once met a guy who was stuck in a drug enduced psychosis when I was 12 or something. It shook me pretty badly. I'm not opposed to drugs at all, but I've always had an irrational fear of halucigenic drugs since.
Alzheimer/Dementia is one of those few situations where I really can't blame someone for going out on their own terms. The idea of being trapped inside your own effectively disintegrating mind is terrifying.
This for me. Would love a peaceful death with next to know one ever knowing who I was but with me completely knowing who I was until the last moment (well ideally in sleep so that last part is a little malleable)
I'm afraid I'll live my whole life in fear like I'm doing now, that I'll never experience love, that one day I'll wake up old and alone, in misery and just waiting to die but too afraid end it.
That last part I get. I want to face death calmly and rationale and if living is painful or such would like the accessibility and option and will to take a painless option.
Your fear of disappearing resonates the worst for me in regards to my daughter (4) doing so. It makes me want to vomit to think of her just gone, at the mercy of someone or something else, with no way to know where she is or how to save her. It rips my heart in half that so many parents throughout time have lived this exact nightmare and never received answers. I find some relief that I live in a very safe part of the world where child abductions rarely (if ever) happen, but there are a number of other ways your little girl can just vanish.
I wouldn't say this perpetually weighs on my conscience, but every time I remember it can happen, it really fucks with my head.
That's just parenting, mate. It makes you worry about all the details you never worried about before and it makes your hair turn grey and gives you sleepless nights. But all in all it's all worth it somehow.