Many moons ago I was headed up the side of a mountain in the Jemez mountains in New Mexico towards a hot spring; several hot springs actually. You climb up the mountain and you are rewarded with several springs going down the other side of the mountain to choose from.
There’s an obstacle, though, of course, at least for me.
You have to cross the Rio Grande.
At this particular spot the Rio Grande is not really grand but still…
Anywho there is a handy-dandy, fallen-tree bridge to walk across. Not a small tree, either. It’s at least 5 feet wide all the way across. Easy peasy, right? Just walk across that sucker.
Not so fast. Not me, anyway. Despite the fact that everyone else is walking across with no problem, yours truly can not do it. Eventually I crawled. And even then I was so stressed out that … drumroll… I fell in.
I fell in the Rio Grande and had to walk across on slippery rocks.
That walk across the slippery rocks, after being soaked from the fall, was still less stressful for me than trying to walk across that tree.
I have a fear that I just recently identified – FEAR OF EDGES.
Now I want to know the name of this very real, very rare phobia. I keep finding it referred to but not named.
It’s not the fear of heights. I can look down from the tallest of heights as long as there is a nice, sturdy rail to break up the edge.
That particular night I got across the Rio and up the mountain and spent a pleasant night sitting in the various hot springs.
Of course then I had to battle the tree-bridge again on the way back down.
Do you have a phobia? Phobias? Does your phobia/s affect your daily life?