I am, somehow, fascinated by fear.
I used to be terrified by spiders. One day, there was one outside my room, near the window. And I was fascinated. I even took a lot of pictures. So I started wondering "Why am I scared of spiders?". I realized I would have no problem if I was in a room full of spiders (if I had a spacesuit). I just don't like the idea of them sneaking around and being able to get into your clothes or stuffs. So I figured it wasn't a phobia, just a iiick-ia.
So I was way less scared of spiders, dummies, clowns,...
I got over it.
Now I figured my biggest fear, my biggest phobia is emprisonement, as in "being victim of something without being able to do anything about it". I've seen a lot in my life, but there are two moment which still make me shiver or have nightmares about at times.
The first time is when I was 16. I have been stalked 5 days by the same guy who was masturbating in front of me. He was coming into the subway after me and would always go in front of me. He always had his hand in his pants but I thought he had itching (I can be incredibly naive). The third time, I saw exactly what he was doing and immediatly ran away. I changed subway but I saw him again once. He was in front of me and my brain was screaming "Come on girl, move your damn legs, move, just move, don't stand there, don't be a victim again, just move". But I couldn't. I was paralized. I was shaking like hell as I was trying to just go. Finally, the fifth time I saw him and he kept following me, I find the force to move until it was too obvious for everyone that he was following me. Never saw again since, thank god!
The second time was at a rock festival. I was camping with a friend. We were like two helpless little girls. The last day, we had new neighbours in the camping. They were 5 or 6 35(?) years old men. They were screaming at us "hey girls, we are your new neighbours" and they were all laughing and looking at us all the time. We didn't want to answer. We managed to fell asleep anyways. Around midnight, there was a big shock against the tent. They actually sitted just in front of the entrance and were drinking beer and beer and beer...They started throwing themselves on the tent, trying to open it, shooting in it...we also thought they were gonna set it on fire at a point. There was nothing we could do, we were just emprisoned in that tent with crazy drunk bastard waiting for us to come out. I never felt that helpless. I was also dead-scared because I knew my friend could go mute with small stuff or stop speaking to people. I couldn't imagine what it would be like for her if they managed opening the tent. Fortunately, she had the great idea to suggest that we already put some clothes on and pack our stuff in case they burned the tent, so that we could escape quicly. That's what we did. She was perfect, and I discover that night that there was really more than met the eye in her.One hour later, they still were shooting in the tent so we called the police and they came quickly and then we left, jumped on the first train back home, leaving our wrecked tent there.
Now I can talk about it without crying, but I sometimes think about it and I think "That kind of stuff can never happen ever again."
Being completly helpless, not being able to defend yourself, being the weak one in such a situation, the damsell in distress, is the worst thing I have ever felt. My biggest fear is that it happens again. That is really the phobia which is more than just a ick-factor.
If I take this phobia further, it also include being drunk. I'm alcoholphobic, sort of. I hate the idea of drinking so much I wake up with no memory of what I did. I don't want to lose control of myself, of my life. It's the same thing about having Alzheimer or being seriously disabled. I hate the idea of being dependant on someone else or not have the entire control on my body or mind.
I guess that to sum it all, my biggest phobia is "non-controlled situations". (I'm no control-freak, it's just with my life, I definitly don't try to control people's life). When I think about it, spiders are lovely compared to my visceral fear!