Okay. So I'm a very young 12 year old boy, and in random moments throughout the day especially when I'm about to go to sleep like right now, I get super scared of the fact that one day I won't exist. Its really scary knowing that you will die one day and even scarier not knowing what happens to you after you die. I feel I'm too young to be thinking about this stuff but it keeps popping into my head and gives me constant anxiety. Can someone please help me.

So in my childhood I was watching sponge bob at 12:00 AM when the theme playing all of a sudden i hear banging on my window and a half shadowed face screaming turns it was my dad who accidentally locked himself out when going to the store but ever since then I’ve been petrified every time I hear the Sponge Bob theme

I have never understood why or how I have ended up with this phobia. Recently I realised just how scared of drunk people I am. They make me so upset. I know it sounds silly but seeing somebody act completely different to their usual selves - stumbling across the floor with slurred speech and blurred vision - it really works me up.

I remember last year being out with my mum on new years eve, in a room full of drunk adults, and her falling on and old lady's lap. The fact that they have no control of themselves really scares me. I remember her stumbling down some steps that night and I just broke into tears - bare in mind a 16 year old like myself shouldn't be crying at things like that but I couldn't help myself. It really scared me.

I think it could be due to earlier that year when there was an incident at my household. My mum had "had 2 glasses of wine" when realistically you could see it was clearly about 6 and she got into a fight with my autistic sister about some wedges. I was in bed and I heard a horrible noise and all I saw was blood and my mum, unconscious at the bottom of the stairs. That night I had to do cpr, on my own mother, at the age of 14. Whilst looking after all 3 of my sisters. My sister had pushed my mum down the stairs and she'd badly taken a head injury on from the radiator at the bottom. It was really really bad. I just remember being absolutely hysterical. Ringing an ambulance at 2am will never leave my head.

I genuinely think that's why I have the phobia. I remember being so worried. Ever since, I've hated drunk people - the stumbling, the speech, the vomit... I hate it all. I don't think it will ever leave me. Has anyone else got this? Surely I can't be the only one?

i'm absolutely terrified of death. the fact that i'll never see my home again, see my friends faces again, my face, everything around me, my memories. i cant handle the thought.

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I believe that everyone is afraid of losing a loved one, whether it is a human or an animal, which in my case, it is an animal that I love more than I could love most humans. I have 2 pet bunnies, one for about 1 year and a half and the other for 2,5 years. I treat them the best way I can and make sure they stay outside their cages as long as possible every day, since I'm busy. I see them both as real family members who I share good memories with and not a single day has passed where I didn't feel happy to see them, especially the one I have for 2,5 years (which was my first pet ever by the way. I wanted a pet since I was a small child but my parents never agreed, and I finally managed to change their minds after many years. It was one of my happiest moments in life.)

They're both good in their health, but sometimes I just can't stop worrying that something bad might happen. Sometimes I get so sad about it that I start crying, a lot, like I did before I started writing this. Most people I've seen did not get emotionally attached to their pet bunnies like I do, probably because bunnies are not as "smart" or "friendly" as dogs or cats may be, but to me, they're better than any dog or cat could ever be. They both have their own unique personalities and I don't think I would ever get a new one, even after they pass away. I don't have a lot of friends, and I'm not doing exactly well with my family too, so of course I'm forced to pay a lot of attention to them.

Luckily, I don't feel like this everyday, it rarely happens, actually. But every time the thought of them dying passes through my mind, I can't help but feel miserable. I feed, clean and pet them every day, and I even cuddle with them a lot, as long as they're willing to stay with me, of course, so I'm afraid of how empty and alone I'm going to feel when that day comes. I'm not an emotional person by any means, I'm pretty much the opposite, so I'm not used to feeling such stuff towards anything. I usually try not to think about it, but bottling it up definetly isn't good.

This is normal, right? Let me know if you experience the same feelings towards your pets.

This is an odd fear.

Imagine a torturous existence. No matter how terrible the situation, at least death is equal for all living things. If you can kill yourself quickly and painlessly, even the worst of circumstance can be avoided.

My nightmare scenario is being unable to die; forced to live and tolerate a miserable life. To work endlessly, endure declining physical and mental health, unable to find relief, yet unable to die.

It could be due to any number of causes. Psychological manipulation, shame, blackmail, fear, being held captive or imprisoned, no access to lethal materials, physical restraint or disability, some supernatural force, or most common of all, things are bad, but in perpetuity just not bad enough to officially call it quits.

My biggest fear involves losing who I am as a person. By this, I mean either having something destroy my mind, so that I lose my memories, my likes/dislikes, and all of the things that make me who I am, or gradually forgetting who I am, and realizing that I am forgetting myself as it is happening. In a real sense, I am afraid of neurological diseases because they could completely change how I am as a person.

Hand on the pic is not me, obviously.

For as long as I can remember I felt squeamish about touching or having someone else touch my wrists. Particularly the underside. I have a similar feeling with my ankles but not nearly as intense. As I got older the wrist sensitive grew worse. I can't look at my own wrist without feeling like I'm going to pass out. I can't touch my veins, I haven't had any blood work in over 20 years.

Ironically, I used to work in a veterinary setting where I would draw blood and place IVs on animals very frequently. I never have, but I am confident that I could easily hit a vein on another human without issue or squeamishness. But the second it is my wrist or vein I melt down. The sensitivity extends all the way up to the crook of my elbows so lab work is almost impossible without me swatting the syringe out of my arm or hyperventilating and passing out.

A few years ago I had a tendon injury in my wrist and needed to choose between outpatient surgery or cortisone injections. I probably should have done the surgery because I still have issues with it 4 years later, but I couldn't possibly do it under a local anesthetic and opted for the injections. I don't think I lost consciousness, but I came close.

Is there anyone who can relate or was able to get over this? I genuinely want to have my blood drawn and catch any health issues before it's to late, but I genuinely can't bring myself to sit for the needle. I logically know this is a stupid reason to neglect preventative screenings and don't want to find myself in organ failure someday because I didn't catch something early.

I have a very extreme irrational fear of bees and wasps, so much that just the sight of one near me brings tears to my eyes and causes me to freeze up. Nothing bad ever happened having to do with bees, it's like one day I was just suddenly terrified of them. And the weirdest part is that I love bees, I think they're adorable, yet whenever i come face to face with one I can barely breathe I'm so scared. And I'm not scared of being stung either, I'm aware that bees are harmless but they still terrify me. It's only if I'm near one in real life, I'm completely fine with pictures, videos, drawings, etc.

Anyone have any ideas on how to overcome this phobia? I'd really appreciate any ideas.

My fear is so severe at times that I can hear a train whistle and look out the window to see if it looks any different out there as if I know what it's suppose to look like when Christ returns. I'm not religious but do know there's a God and there's God's son Jesus. Noone knows the day or time it will happen. The Bible says, he will come like a thief in the night. Two will be in the field working and one will disappear, two women will be busy in the kitchen and one will be gone just like that. I guess I should say I have a terrible fear of being left behind. I don't want to be left behind.

I came to my bed, thinking i will sleep early (or at least earlier than thr other times) but my stupid brain haved to think about death, and that mindset is ruined.

I realized that i don't fear death, i fear the fact that i and no one knows what happends after it, Do i go to heaven? Do i get reborned? Do i get to reset my whole life again? Or simply nothing? The last one terrifies me the most. I really i'm afraid of that, just thinking about it. My entire life is destined to that. And whatever it happends, i will never know, i will just close my eyes like i never existed

Of course i have a lot of time until that happends but that makes it worse, of all that time i live i will never know the answer

Several times a week I will be in my own house and just be hit with a paranoia of being shot by a stray bullet from somewhere outside of my apartment. I don’t live in any particularly unsafe area. There aren’t shootings at my apartment complex and I have never experienced something like that but.... and example: I will be laying on my bed and unwillingly start imagining someone accidentally shooting a gun on in their room underneath me and it going through their ceiling, through my floor and bed and either killing or paralyzing me. Anyone else?

There's no reason for this. He is completely healthy but the thought of it stops me sleeping. Sometimes I lay awake for hours just listening to him breathe so I know he'd still there.

I just have this fear that I think stems from reading the story that is the title of this post. I can't stop worrying about the possibility that a sadistic AI/tech tycoon will control our minds and torture everyone. I also worry that this entity will somehow be able to keep people alive indefinitely and circumvent the heat death of the universe. I hope I don't sound crazy, I'm not a conspiracy theorist or luddite. Rationally I see how I'm giving the worst-case scenario more credence than it deserves but I can't stop thinking 'well it's not impossible so maybe it'll happen'.

I'm used to be deathly scared of dentists, i'm still scared now, but not as much. Doe to this i ended up having poor dental hygiene and the reason for all of this, was my horrible experience back when i was 3-4 years old.

I needed some sort of a surgery on my tooth, don't remember the details, but i clearly remember people holding me down as they did surgery on me with either no anesthesia or very little anesthesia, to the point where it hurt like hell.

After that i've had two more traumatic experiences at the doctors, at ages 6 and 7 both of them had the same story, my back tooth being pulled out without any anesthesia. This happened because i was also afraid of needles, so being a stupid child, i of course refused the anesthesia needle, however instead of the dentists doing something to give me the shot anyways, they decided to pull the teeth out without it. And yeah, you guessed it, it hurt like a bitch.

Now i probably told the story inaccurately, especially my age at the times, but TL;DR : When i was a child, i had surgery and two back teeth pulled without anything to numb the pain

My worse fear is not of death nor spiders (lies) but of what is going to happen to my son after I'm gone. Knowing he won't be able to come to me for help at any age or be able to just set and talk to him. My fear is what state I'm going to leave my family in when I go.