I was a pretty unique kid in terms of fears. I was afraid of things that other children (and to a lesser extend, adults...) laughed at me for, but I was very fearless in actually dangerous situations.
walk-in-the-rain wrote:
(...) it wasn't just the image that was the problem it was the context or intensity. Don't know if that really makes any sense.(...)
Yes, yes it does. There was this one episode of the
Smurfs where something happened to Father Time's hourglass that caused the sun to rise and set very, very quickly. I couldn't stop thinking about it for days, it made me so anxious I remember feeling nauseous. I remember being so afraid but not knowing
why. My younger sister watched it with me but wasn't affected.
Yet I also once tried to ride a body-board across the Northumberland Straight (my mom swam after me... a fun day at the beach).
I never had any fears of drowning, falling from heights, being attacked in the dark (although the dark
itself to me is unsettling... don't like not being able to see.), driving very fast on the highway... "scary" creatures like rats or spiders... None of the typical fears. Just fears of really strange things... Like time / space being altered. I know how
weird this sounds, but it's the best way I can explain!
Also I was a "high-strung" child. Whatever my mother meant by that when she said that I was one. Which was often enough.