I just read about one in the health section of our paper yesterday. I can’t recall how it was spelled (and I couldn’t pronounce it) but it was the fear of constipation. I have that. I was constipated once, that I can recall, and I thought that if it kept up much longer, suicide would be my only option. I eat a lot of fiber to prevent that from ever happening again, but sometimes I will stop and think, “OMG! did I eat my flax meal today?” and start to panic.
I also suffer from fear of flying, and that coupled with the fear of constipation (happening on a plane) is about more than I can take. I have a general fear of heights, like going up in tall buildings, but flying and then having the fear that the bathroom might be occupied is horrific!
Bugs don’t bother me too much unless they are actually crawling on me. I’ve been known to rescue all sorts of bugs from the bathtub and put them in a Dixie cup and return them to the wild.
I also have a fear of catching viruses. I’ve been extremely sick a few times in my life and it scares the heck out of me to think that it could happen again. The worse illness I ever had started immediately after my nephew played in one of those baby jump for joys at Sea World. If you think about it, those things are huge germ incubators, because the babies may have colds or the flu and their snot and feces and urine get all over the place. My nephew got a little bit sick, but I ended up in the hospital.