Christian T
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Fear of winged creatures, its the flapping of the wings, the chaos of it scares me.
Sounds a lot like my fear of propellers, trains, buses, cars and all fast-moving, powerful things that could easily crush me.
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Fear of winged creatures, its the flapping of the wings, the chaos of it scares me.
Tiny ones just annoy me & I can 'get' them myself but not the big fat hairy guys. I also deplore the feeling of a fine strand of spider web against my skin: it freaks me right out. It's part of that light touch sensory thing many of us seem to have.
I always hated talking on phones. Whenever I have to call someone, especially someone I don't know, I get really apprehensive. So, I have a fear of phones and I can get nervous about talking to someone I know, even my mom or my own brothers!
I also have a fear of crowds. I hate being around a lot of people, especially if I am by myself.
I can get very nervous about public speaking, internally. No matter how minor it is - it could just be raising my hand and making a point in class - as I'm anticipating it I always tremble and heat up inside. The fear seems to be entirely subconscious.
It was even worse when I was doing a high ropes course, and I wasn't worried at all about it, but then as soon as I put my foot on the rope it started shaking like crazy. "Why is this happening?" I thought, "I'm not scared!" and then my classmates - very kindly - started comforting me with words of encouragement. "I'm fine!" I thought, "I'm not scared! I'm just shaking like crazy!"
I had the displeasure of only being diagnosed after highschool so I had to deal with the project presentations that killed my grade with the vast majority of my inchorent rants only getting me the bare minimum score. The worst though was my when my old employer took me to court to try and contest my unemployment claim in front of a department of labor referee. Imagine the stress of public speaking mixed with sitting next to a boss you hated who was openly accusing you of being a bad employee with all lovely relaxation of legal proceedings. I'm not sure if I ever managed to put together a single proper sentence in that little nightmare.
Oh, good grief, my heart really goes out to you. I hope you're disorderly orations were somehow convincing though.
At the end of last year, in Drama, a subject that normally goes well for me, I got the bare minimum score too, in a solo performance. I suppose its because there were no Neurotypicals there to tell me that a performance I thought was completely coherent, was actually confusing to them. My Aspie friend understood it though, but from now on I'll try to get a Neurotypical dialect coach to help me make in intelligible to them. I suppose you never really now how something is going to seem from another person's perspective.
Fear of clowns would have saved the lives of John Wayne Gacey's victims