How have you coped with your worst nightmare?

[anahata]

Hi all

Posting here for traffic. I talked to a friend this morning. She has a 3 month old. Friends sister was visiting. She cannot cope with vomit. Picked her niece up for a cuddle, made the fatal mistake of holding her baby niece above her face. You can guess the rest. Baby vomit in her hair, all over her face, including her mouth, and down the inside of her top.

Friends sister was gagging and came pretty close to vomiting .

So, what's your worst nightmare, and how did it happen??

Exwife, oh my goodness! No! ohhh what a nightmare

bewilderedfish, do NOT read the poem 'Death of a Naturalist' by Seamus Heaney!

I'm terrified of fish, give me real heebie jeebies. I can't stand them alive, dead, on TV or photos. I even can't watch films like finding nemo. Took ds to seal sanctuary and I had to walk through auqairum with my head down being shielded by DH. I was going to tell you why I don't like them but I can't even right it down. Burgh....

Thatched Roofs....They scare the shit out of me
They are so sinister and dark.
Not so bad in a normal house but those 'chocolate box' thatched cottages, I can't even look at them!

TheWit at my parents holiday home in SW France (countryside) just me and my mum....

In one of the bedrooms.... Still light but night time and lights on.... Huge spider falls from the wall onto the bed... Scream.... . Thank fuck it didn't happen whilst I was asleep in bed in the dark...

Same week I think neighbour's feral farm cat freaks my mum out by appearing suddenly at her bedroom window (same house) at night and just peering into her room (before she'd closed curtains).

anti aging cream.
my fear is if I start to use one my face will just collapse and crumble at some point.

I cope by using nivea in the blue pot sny old cheap moisturiser

Lots of small holes

Disgusting

I am quite severely emetophobic. My dh has always dealt with all actual puke and stayed up with the children when they are ill in the night.

But once I visited df and dstepmum without him and ds was sick all over his bed in the night. I had to deal with that, then sleep with him and hold the bowl for further pukes, and get him home in the car the next day. Dh was also at work when my dd came down with the same thing two days later ...

Posting on Mumsnet helped me a lot at the time!

I was never bothered about spiders until we moved to the country. One of our first nights there, I went out in the porch and closed the front door behind me, leant against the wall and admired the sea view. Then I saw something move against my face. There were about 20 of the fuckers on the wall I was leaning against. Multiple legged fuckers. And that was just on the wall, there were others on the ceiling and floor...
I lived there for years after and ran through the porch every time. Every single time!

Stairs. Freakin bloody hate them. I use elevators whenever possible or clutch to the handrail for dear life. I fell down a flight when I was 3 and they remain my nightmare to this day.

Milk! I can't bear it. I had to abandon my shopping and run out of tesco once when someone dropped a big plastic bottle and it went everywhere. Horrible white sinister stuff. I don't have it in anything. Can trace this back to being at primary school and being made to drink milk at playtime, when it was all warm and vile. Blech.

Oranges. Fucking hate the organge fuckers. I give them a wide berth at the supermarket.

Cockroaches. Lived abroad and they were all over the place. They are huge too and Not Scared of humans. I used to get security to come and remove them once I'd stopped sceaming. Although in the end security would bang on my door and shout " let me in! I save you from big cockroach"

Rats. Abroad again. Rats rife. One got in the super smart new build I lived in and I looked up from bf dd to see a giant rat looking at me. Screamed the fucking place down and it took a week for the pest people to find it and kill it. It was immune to poison and then dh wouldn't let me leave and go to a hotel as " it will be too scared to come upstairs"

Which was fine until I found rat shit round the upstairs bath and heard it scampering about under my bed whilst dd slept in her cot, her little mouth all milky with b milk. Sat up all night on guard and left the next day. A friend once opened her oven in a new build there and a rat leapt out. She flew back to the UK the next day.

Oh, yes and spiders. Found one in the bath once - it was huge- bf took it all v seriously and came round in a taxi to get rid of it. My hero:)

Velcro. I can't be anywhere near it. It makes me feel sick.

I'm scared of fish too. Used to be the living and dead ones that would scare me. Now my phobia tends more towards the dead ones.

I managed to take DS to the sea life centre but couldn't look too closely at the tanks as I was terrified that one of the fish would be dead. Or really sickly. That horrifies me too.

To make it worse, one of the GPs at my local surgery has a fish tank. Whhhhy? I have avoided seeing him unless I'm really ill.

Thunder and lightning. I used to feign illness on humid days when I was at school, just in case.

Spiders.. Phobic to the extent that my finest moment was on my way to work on the tube. A fellow traveller opened her bag & took out a book. I screamed at the sight of a bloody great spider, which was nothing more than a picture on the cover of her novel.. Couldn't get off quick enough

Holes. Uniform holes in any material freak me the absolute fuck out. There's a type of seed plant thing which is sometimes included in bouquets and it will literally make me vomit.
I can't eat crumpets

Polystyrene. Holy fuck polystyrene. The look the texture and GOOD GOD THE SOUND.

If I come across it I literally run away with my fingers in my ears squealing to block out the sounds

Clowns. Fuck 'em. And ventriloquist dummies. Evil, soulless gits.

My son had a Goosebumps book with a dummy on the cover. He liked to read himself to sleep so I'd make DH go and make sure that book was put away.

I'm with the trypophobes - can't stand all the small holes cringes. I do understand the ship thing but it's the front for me. Was in a small boat once which went too close to the front of a very large boat/ship and it felt as though it was going to swallow me up and I've never got over the terror I felt :(

iris great white sharks??? Are you mad???!!! They are my worst nightmare, though I did manage to watch the programme about a man who dives with them. I would only contemplate diving with great whites if I had severe, dangerous constipation.

I have many 'rational' fears but among the irrational ones is toes. I don't like other people's toes. DH's are OK and my dc have gorgeous toes. Other people have strange toes. DD can do strange things with her toes that make me feel ill.
A man with strange toes wanted to marry me and take me on holiday to Fiji. I couldn't get past the toes so turned him down.

tiggywinker I have teabag phobia too! The sight of used tea bags makes me want to cry and I can't pick one up. Dp & I don't drink tea but I do have to make it for people at work occasionally, I stand right next to the bin and kind of flick the tea bag straight from the cup into the bin using the spoon. I then have to thoroughly wash my hands in very hot water with washing up liquid.