Did you ever hear about the girl who was scared of cooking?
Not like, “Oh man am I so tired and my husband is being a pain and I don’t want to cook,” kind of scared.
Like really scared of cooking.
It may seem funny, and there are certainly plenty of jokes to go along with it, but it’s a real phobia with a real name, Mageirocophobia.
While ones fears may seem ridiculous to others, they are very real, and very debilitating in some cases, to the person experiencing them.
Take me for example, I have a fear of power plants and other “industrial looking” stuff. Blame it on Freddy Kruger, but every time I pass a power plant on the highway or even think about a boiler room, my palms get sweaty and a feeling of sheer terror washes over me. Weird. I know.
But my power plant fear is one I can totally deal with and even laugh at. My fear of death, however, can be crippling and all consuming at times.
Yes, I am pretty sure most people have, to some degree, a fear of death and dying. What I am not sure of is if other people think about it as often as I do. Digging deeper into my psyche, you guys should stay at least ten feet back, I am certain my fear is much more one of loss, than actual death itself.
I’ve had it as long as I can remember. When I was little, it was fearing that one or both of my parents would die. Or that it would be me.
As I have gotten older, its become a fear of losing my child or my husband, or them losing me.
I lost my cousin and her family in a plane crash almost three years ago. This only fed my all consuming fear of death and loss. Many times, I am scared to be happy. Scared that if I let go of all the worry and obsessing, and let myself be joyful and fully present in the moment, that I will have the rug ripped out from under me.
I know this is an awful way to live, that’s its really not living at all. But, I see so much loss around me, in the news, and online, that it’s hard not to wonder if it will be my turn next.
When I sat down to write this post, I was curious about other people’s fears and phobias. So I asked my girls here on the Curvy Girl Guide to share some of their own.
Here’s what they had to say.
Katie and Ali not only share a fabulous friendship, they also share a very real fear of vomiting, or Emetophobia.
Nanette is totally scared of bugs hatching eggs in her car and having a car full of baby bugs. I totally get this, because that would be a lot of car seats.
We’ve got a ton of girls up in here that are scared of losing or hurting their pearly whites. Mishelle, for example, is scared of tripping up stairs and chipping or breaking a tooth.
And do not get hummingbirds, buffets, or mascots near Jen, especially not all at once.
Daisy is scared of heights. An issue getting worse as she gets older.
Angie, of not being believed.
And I’ll just let Audrey tell you herself, “Heights, snakes, confined spaces. My worst fear: being buried alive in a pit full of snakes at the top of a mountain.”
Those are just to name a few.
So, I want to know. What are some of your fears and phobias?