bass ackwards again
a discussion about phobias and other psychological conditions has lead me to these ideas…SAD–even though I’ve said I live with it, I now think it doesn’t exist…I just don’t like Winter…don’t try to convince me I need treatment and/or meds just because I don’t like Winter…I don’t like Summer all that much either, but I’ve realized it’s because I don’t like extremes in temperature, nothing more to it than that IMO…PHOBIAS–Flying, for instance…*I* need treatment and/or meds because *I* don’t wanna travel in a machine that flies way up in the air, held aloft by two engines and wings full of explosive jet fuel? Heights. Climb to the top of a 6 foot ladder, allow yerself to FALL off of it…You might land on yer back, or a shoulder or yer head…Imagine being in (on?) the Observation Deck of the Sears Tower in Chicago when an earthquake occurs, or a plane hits it…But you say *I* need treatment/meds to fight this phobia?There are degrees of fear, so I’m not at all suggesting anyone just stay home for the rest of their life…and of course when we get in our cars and hit the road it’s THE OTHER GUY we gotta watch out for…If you have a fear of flying (seems logical to me) or a fear of chocolate (NOT logical to me), doesn’t it come from YOUR MIND? and I don’t necesarily mean a “chemical imbalance” either…If you have a fear of [anything] that may not make sense to me or anyone else…But it makes sense to YOU…YOU make the choices–ignore it, defeat it, live with it…or let it destroy you…really, am I wrong?
I’d call it a grand case of common sense . . i on other would rather stay out of cars more crazyes on the road than in the air.
I should’ve made the distinction between that which CAN happen, and that which (at least sometimes) happens…
there’s a distinction between Anxiety , Panic Attacks and Phobias.
well, I kinda figured phobias were a catagory of their own, but I thought Panic Attacks were the reaction TO Anxiety…
you are right…for yourself. I don’t hate winter. I was never into winter sports or anything but I don’t hate winter. The lack of sunshine truly messes with me. Its not like a day or two of no sun but those long stretches wear on me. One year I was severely depressed and my niece sent for me to go to California. I sat weeping just thinking about the sun that was going to warm my face. I have other issues which you may or not believe in either but trust me, they are real. Depression is real. Im not talking about being sad. Everyone gets sad. Recurring depression can be debilitating. Did you know here in the east the highest rates of suicide are in Jan and Feb? I don’t contribute it all to the post holiday blues. Am I doing ok this year? Not bad. Trying to keep busy to shake the blues, but its not so hard as long the BLUEZ don’t come out of nowhere. But my niece has already inquired if I needed a trip to cali. Unfortunately, got things going on and can’t go.
I am TERRIFIED of planes, its not a phobia, its not mental illness but I do medicate myself before I get on one. I was flying into Chicago once and the wind was whipping the plane around bad and I called my daughter to drive from detroit to chicago to bring my ass home. She loves me, but she told me to get my ass on the plane.
I’m not going to dog you here because I get what you are saying. Everyone has issues, but if you don’t deal with real chemical imbalance, or whatever the hell causes it…then there is no way you would understand.
Scooter, my Heart goes out to you. from my own rxperience, I’ve come to read depression as the gateway to creativity. THIS IF YOU DON’T FIGHT IT AND just let yourself experienxe it. to me its come read of all as ALL yje past . . which I once summed up as the thoughts we couldn’t swallow, let alone stomach loosening up from our bodies and tearing from our being for a healing.
AT having been severely shell shocked and terror struck by 5 years of war. well as having been felled by a good many ills, injuries and recurring bouts of infections well as dealt severe blows from insults to the psyche and sound of my sense of being. now see it in terms of being buoyant when all goes well and sittiing/living on the sunny side of life.
when on the other hand, severely traumatized . . . every cell of your being shrinks up, like you curl round your guts, to try protect your self.
the memories of these imprints, concrete about our sense of being . . .ALL do without fail
our bodies cannot dismiss any give or brush aside any with a this or that don’t matter. it is an accumulating store . . of mostly bull roar at our all having been subject to living according to man’s views and sense of reality. with the logical and rational dominating as to when and how we do thingKs.
no work for women who need be ever ready to tender and treat their young for instance, in the right hear and now.
so rather than fight it, have yourself a pity party any time you feel it coming on and let it out of your system.
you’ll feel much better for it in the end
in regards to dying, car crashes wreck more peoples lives than are instantly killed. I’ve oft thought we ought have dance till you drop partyes. you either get healthy and keep dancing. or you drop and are goners. at which we’d naturally give them a hearty round of applause at graduating from life. and with a nice to have knoqn you topped with thank them for having enriched our life . . . of all my death and dyuing experiencess, they are ultimately the most beautiful in life. being frightened of death reminds me of me as a kid being terrified to go to bed at night . . in my case because of the platoons of bombers on their nightly airraid missions in world war 2
not that i knew it at the time. in fact it didn’t come to light till ’97 at how deeply affected I had been by its happening to me
I am not afraid of death, its the pain and suffering before hand. 😉 I’m sorry you experienced war and all the ugliness that goes with it. Thank you, also. I hope you experience some peace in your mind and heart.