I must confess: I’m fucking scared of all this shit

I’m linking up with My Home Truths for I must confess this week.  I love that she gives a prompt each week or you can just go all gun-ho and confess your darkest secrets. Whatever tickles your fancy.  I’m fresh out of deep dark secrets so I decided to play along with this weeks prompt:  Fears and Phobias.
 
Emus: The damn giant flightless birds send a shiver up my spine.  When the zoo here first opened, the Australian animals were in an open enclosure that you walked through.  The kangaroo’s and wallabies all laying around are cute.  The Emu, was not so much.  One trip, one followed me from one gate to the other.  I was around 3 at the time.  I’ve been petrified of them ever since.  The enclosure at the zoo has since been changed so that we are on one side and the emus on the other. I still walk through the place pretty damn fast though.
 
Cockroaches: They are slimy and even killing them grosses me out because they make that horrible crunching sound. 
 
Dentists: It took me 2 months of daily pain before I got the courage up to go get my tooth ripped out. Then she told me to come back the next day for more…yeh that wasn’t going to happen.  It’s not the pain, its the sounds. The drill freaks me out, especially when you can feel it grinding away your tooth. *shudders*
 
Needles: I don’t faint at the sight of them or anything like that but I can’t look at them. When I was 12 a nurse told me that if I didn’t see the size of the needle then it wouldn’t hurt as much. I’ve stuck to that rule ever since and refuse to look at the needle.  Ever. I will even close my eyes if it means I don’t have to see the needle.  Yes the irony isn’t lost on me.
 
Heights:  In grade 11 we had a leadership camp. It involved rock climbing and high ropes aka my own personal idea of hell.  I ripped open my hands helping people to climb the high ropes, just so I didn’t have to do it.  I hate standing on a chair and usually get Devil Papa to change light bulbs for me. 
 
What are you scared of?

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