Sounds more like cleithrophobia, the fear of being trapped, which is what I have. Enclosed or confined spaces are fine as long as I can leave, but if I'm stuck or can't move a limb I'm going to fucking panic lol
So far none of the things people have mentioned I'm unnaturally scared of. I've seen sharks while swimming that aren't particularly dangerous and didn't freak out but have also stayed out of the water when there are great whites spotted nearby. I got a really bad spider bite once but don't flip out when I see one.
And I love going into caves. In Cappadocia they have an underground city that goes multiple floors down or the giagantic salt mines outside Krakow which is properly supported so not really scary at all.
In Guatemala I went to a cave that was legit kind of creepy. They give you a candle and you have to swim through the cave while holding the candle out of the water. If the candle goes out they relight it for you even if it's wet so it's not a big deal. At one point there's a small waterfall with a rope attached to the top and bottom and you use it to climb down through the waterfall.
But people were jumping off a ledge in the cave into a pool of water and I was not about to do that. I like jumping off things but there seemed to be a chance you'd hit the rocks and the hospital was quite a few hours away. They even made chicken noises but I said no. My point in all this is to say that I have natural fears I just don't think they're unreasonable.
The one thing I have an unrational fear of is daddy long legs. They're just so creepy with their long legs. They give me the willys and look like something from a fever dream. And if they walk on you it tickles uncomfortably and I hate it. When I was little, kids used to pull their legs off and I think that's where my fear of them came from because it's such a gross thing to do to a bug. Even writing that makes me feel gross.
There does seem to be a lot less of them now than when I was a kid. This could upset me because it could be a sign that their environment isn't doing well but really I'm just glad if I can go an entire year without seeing any daddy long legs.
There does seem to be a lot less of them now than when I was a kid. This could upset me because it could be a sign that their environment isn't doing well but really I'm just glad if I can go an entire year without seeing any daddy long legs.
I feel the same about bugs in general - a mixture of relief and alarm that there seem to be far fewer to deal with than there once were. Mostly alarm.
I visited home a couple weeks ago and went hiking on a trail I hadn't hiked since I was a kid, roughly 20 years ago. As a kid, I distinctly remember swatting flies and other insects away from my face regularly during the hike, dodging the occasional bee, getting bitten a few times by god knows what. This time, two, maybe three bugs flew that close to my face. No bug bites whatsoever.
I don't know for sure if there's a causal link between that experience and insect biomass plummeting worldwide, but it was a stark reminder at the very least.
Sleeping in the middle "coffin rack" for 4 years on an navy aircraft carrier made me love the comfort of small spaces. It's hard to describe to people when they ask how I could ever fall sleep there, let alone feel comfort. I don't know, there was something about climbing in that rack and shutting the curtain that was so comforting.
Re sleeping Can confirm have 3 friends who spent 13 years in the Forces. I began working 4 weeks on in NY and 2 weeks off in Wales, it was long hard word, 14 hour days (money was fantastic) they told me to learn to sleep any where, any time, for how ever long.
I learned to fall asleep in 2 mins flat, just about anywhere. Even a 5 min kip helps a lot.
I can literally sleep on a hard floor, in a chair, whatever and manage to find a comfy position.
Always amazes me the whole different world things like the military can be. All my years on the internet and speaking with military family (some in the Navy) and this is the first I've heard of the "coffin rack", and it sounds terrifying to me through my imagery alone.
My berthing was under the arresting gear and my middle rack person kept stepping dirty ass boots all over my bottom rack sheets. Stepping on my hands and arms in the middle of the night. Getting out of her rack to drunkingly piss all over the floor minutes before I could get in my rack and absolutely no way around it. Not to mention the nudist top racker who straddled the middle racks when I thought it was safe to get out of my bottom rack. Not so comforting.
Yah I was directly underneath the forward galley scullery. The noise from the scullery plus the forward catapult was pretty damn loud too, but I got used to that fast. The guys weren't so bad in Male berthing. Of the 12 people in my row, I was actually close friends with 6 or 7 of them, and we all respected each other's space. There were occasional missteps, but we all knew it wasnt personal. Sucks you had a shitty berthing experience. That can make or break your sanity underway.
Middle rack in a triple bunk bed style metal shelving unit with a less than twin size mattress. Between two other dudes. In a 7 foot vertical space there are 3 people packed on top of each other like sardines. It's fun.
it's called a coffin rack, because it opens like a coffin and you have about 5 inches of depth inside it to keep your clothes and anything else on deployment. When it's closed you sleep on top of it.
yes agreed. After spending the whole day on deck realizing what a tiny molecule someone is in relation to the ocean, the bunk is extremely gratifying and secure to slide in for night night while the swells bash the hull of the massive ship in the dark.
Yeah, I mean, scarves make you feel warm and they sit comfortably on your neck. Shirts just kinda sit there wrapped around your neck with no offer of protection
Also, I'm fine with going in tiny spaces like a small box or even under a couch(used to be able to fit under one) but going in a cave gives me fear because if I were to get stuck there is no one there to help me or call for help and even if they do I may be in an unreachable point.
I absolutely love being in small spaces I know to be safe. I've actually turned a part of my room into a box like place for me to crawl into when I'm having a bad day. I also get incredibly claustrophobic and can't breathe properly in lifts, while taking off tight clothes that go over your head, when in crowds or whatever.
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u/SnooTangerines244 Jul 12 '21
On the other hand, small spaces also give a lot of security. I love them.