Everybody has a fear of some kind, but not all of us suffer from the kind of pathological anxiety called a “phobia.” Some phobias are known, for example agoraphobia, that is Thanatophobia, that is the anxiety about passing, and the anxiety of being in an open place or in a big bunch. (I believe we can all really connect to the latter.) There are several other phobias that are only plain weird; for example, arachibutyrophobia, which is the anxiety about peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth of one. This list is given to all those phobias that appear naturally intolerable. To put it differently, anxieties that essentially change a sufferer’s quality of life to an extreme extent. While perusing the list, let us keep in mind that there are actual individuals suffering from these phobias; comprehension the phobias themselves will enable us to understand (and sympathize with) the tribulations of the sufferers.
“The anxiety about walking or standing.”
Picture the consequences of this kind of panic: the simple idea of walking or standing fills you with absolute dread. Do you live the usual life? You definitely can not travel around in a motorized seat all the time. Sadly for ambulophobes, human flying hasn’t yet been reached, either. It’d appear that an individual suffering from this dreadful phobia would have to face their anxiety each and every day of their life, many, often. That does not seem like pleasure.
“The anxiety about making choices.”
Some phobias have deep emotional effects as it is possible to observe. Then how do they go about life, if a person is deathly scared of making a determination? Do they instruct other people to make a decision for them? Is not that a choice in itself? Do they just follow a real-life equivalent of stream of consciousness, just “going with the flow”, and not interfering with all the standard course of events? But is not THAT a choice, also? Decidophobes must be in a continuous state of flux that is mental long as they consider a choice, they should not experience anxiety. It is the action of really making the choice that terrifies them. This basically means that any kind of private interaction with all the world needs a decidophobe to beat anxiety that is traumatizing.
“The anxiety about knowledge.”
What? The anxiety about knowledge? Really. No school. No instruction. No introduction of any kind to any new facts. Epistemophobia that is developing is similar to putting a limit that is cognitive in your development. Unless you are willing to defy unrelenting horror throughout the whole procedure, which would clearly impair your ability to understand the new content in the first place you can not learn anymore.
“The anxiety about food.”
Let us perform a rapid evaluation of the scenario: food is expected to reside. Cibophobes are frightened by food. This means such individuals have two choices: (1) avoid food entirely, thus killing themselves through malnutrition and dehydration, which is certainly not a feasible (or appealing) prospect, or (2) remain alive by eating food and coping with bone-chilling tremors whenever a spoonful of cereal approaches their mouth. Picture being a cibophobe; perhaps you actually love macaroni and cheese, or bacon-and-cheddar cheeseburgers, or some other delectable dish. Well all the enjoyment you get out of these meals is wiped away because you’d be eating them with a dollop of anxiety, a touch of salt as well as some pepper.
“The anxiety about sleep.”
The same as the aforementioned phobia, this one entails something that all of US must remain living: special shut eye. But whereas one may have the ability to go several days without food, and thus dampen the effects of cibophobia, it’s a lot more difficult to remain useful after a day of action that is sleepless. I can not even picture the entire physical and mental exhaustion that this phobia causes; if you remain alert, you hurt your body physiologically and sabotage your brain’s abilities, but if you attempt to go to sleep, you are overwhelmed by anxiety which may, plausibly, make it impossible to fall asleep, anyhow. Definitely a terrible anxiety for anybody to need to take care of.
“The morbid anxiety of sounds, including your own voice.”
We’re now going into the territory of more restricting phobias. How can one live the usual life as a acousticophobe? Do you reside in a soundproof room? Do you walk around with ear plugs? Do you convince a physician to make you deaf? These all sound like quite radical choices, and dangerous ones, to boot, but the other option isn’t so assuring: go through life and be horrified by any arbitrary noise, whether it is the little buzzing of a nearby housefly or the distant rumbling of thunder or the roar of a passing vehicle, or even your own voice. And if you attempted to protect yourself from the horror by covering your ears with your hands, that would not work; you had still hear the blood running through your head. Terrifying.
“The anxiety of the passing of time, or more typically of time itself.”
Stretching this anxiety to its legitimate conclusion, one would suppose that the anxiety of time also entails the anxiety of theories pertaining to time, like the past, the present, the future, and words like “after,” “early,” etc. What a terrible existence that will be, eh? If chronophobes are not scared of words or thoughts pertaining to time, THEY’RE afraid of its passing and of time, and as human beings we’re aware that time is always ticking away. Only imagine being a chronophobe, and staring at one of those old analog clocks or a wristwatch with loud -ticking second hands. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Every passing second reverberates to be an earthquake of horror and shock via your spirit.
“The preference by a phobic for fearful scenarios.”
Reread that definition. This really is an arcane, mindbending phobia if there ever was one. Thus, we’ve got a phobic, and this man really SEEKS OUT those situations or things that cause them extreme suffering and anxiety. This might seem like some kind of odd, masochistic syndrome that is distorted, but it is believed that counterphobes participate in these actions in an attempt to fight their phobia. I am certain you have heard the old maxim guiding you to “confront your fears.” For a man dealing with a phobia, that guidance is a good deal easier said than practiced. So counterphobes attempt to beat their anxieties that are extreme by putting themselves in their peculiarly awful circumstances, which obviously doesn’t work, so the counterphobe is in a continuous oscillating presence of fight-or-flight. So, counterphobia adds in an entire new degree of emotional issues, requires the typical mental devastation from phobias and, simply to make things worse. Yeah, not a really pleasant phobia in any way.
“The morbid fear of creating a phobia.”
Again, reread that definition. Phobophobia is the anxiety about acquiring a panic. Well, wait a second – it is already a panic, so in that case, is not phobophobia basically a self-referential illness? It’d appear so. This is such a ridiculously complex anxiety it looks more like a paradox or brain teaser than a valid anxiety, and that’s the reason why I truly feel for any people suffering from it. They worry acquiring a panic, but they have already acquired a panic phobophobia sort of feeds upon itself ad infinitum, in an endless cycle. Really, really disheartening.
“The anxiety of everything.”
In the beginning, you need to laugh at this phobia. “The anxiety of everything? Actually? That is simply illogical.” But the realization sinks in and you comprehend the gravity of the phobia. Consider it: the anxiety of EVERYTHING. One source describes this phobia as “a vague and constant anxiety of some unknown evil.” In a theoretical sense, a pantophobe can go through life in a manner that is completely standard, loving themselves, but for the reality that they’re haunted by an incessant, unwavering, constant anxiety that some worldwide, esoteric black force is out. Whereas all the other phobias in this list refer particularly to some cause, this one has been put in the number one standing since it entails an omnipresent anxiety: no matter where a pantophobe goes, regardless of what he really does, every part of his life, every idea, every thing, every relationship, interaction, surroundings, and second is harassed by a nagging thought that an evil power is hovering above his head, following him from behind, closing in on all sides. All the time. Until the day he dies.