RDP: Falling


Basiophobia- Fear of Falling

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Although I have been enjoying the lovely photographs of autumn leaves from bloggers in the northern hemisphere I am not going to write about that. I didn’t grow up calling autumn Fall and I’m not going to start now. Anyway, it’s spring here.

For me falling is something that I am afraid of. You might say it is a phobia. I used to think I was scared of heights but it’s not that. I have been to the top of several tall buildings to enjoy the view and I was fine. The one with the glass floor in Auckland was a bit nerve wracking though. I have been on Observation Wheels and cable cars and I wasn’t scared. The glass elevators on Explorer of the Seas were great and I was not frightened on the North Star Observation capsule on Ovation of the Seas.

One of the observation pods on the Melbourne Star Observation Wheel

Don’t ask me to climb to the top of a ladder though. I can’t do it and as I get older the fear is getting worse. When I was a bit younger I could get up on the dining table in order to change a lightbulb. I can’t do that now unless the table is near a wall and unfortunately that is not usually where you find the light fittings. They tend to be in the middle of the room.

I do fear falling at home and I don’t think that is totally irrational because I have fallen over in my garden several times. I’ve tripped over uneven ground before I had the path made in the back garden. I’ve slipped in the mud or frost in the driveway on wet winter days. I slipped over on the path near the clothesline, I don’t know if I tripped over something or what happened but I went down hard. I slipped in the mud walking home from the shops once. I wasn’t hurt but I got covered in it. Another time I tripped over a kerb at a shopping centre and that did hurt.

Escalaphobia

These were once Sydney’s oldests moving stairs. They are wooden and were only replaced in the last year or so. I think this was at Town Hall Station but I can’t remember for sure now.

I hate escalators. I can go up but coming down is frightening to me because they are moving and I think that if I don’t put my foot in exactly the right spot I’ll stumble and fall down them. We don’t have a lot of escalators in Hobart and I don’t go there often so I’ve got really out of practice and tend to just avoid them now. Singapore was a nightmare for me. It seemed you could not go anywhere without having to get on a fast escalator and the only way I could get on them at all was to count aloud to get some timing going.

Dreams

It’s the sensation of falling that really frightens me. I even dream I’m falling sometimes and wake up with a start. I know that can just be a glitch where your brain hasn’t totally shut down your muscles but it’s still unpleasant. On the reality TV shows that I hate so much, they are very into making people face their fears. They’d probably force me to bungee jump or jump out of a plane and I’d be so terrified I would forget the instructions and die. I don’t agree with such extreme measures. I think that if I were going to try and deal with this it would have to be gradual and I’d need to feel safe. Jumping out of a plane would not convince me I had nothing to fear. In fact, I think I would probably have a heart attack.

Taswegian1957

I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on WordPress.com with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. My current housemates are Cindy, my 14-year-old Staffy-Lab X dog and Polly the world's most unsociable cat who is seven.

2 comments

  1. I’m very much afraid of falling. My back is so fragile, it could really finish me off for good and all. I wasn’t always but falls from horses and on stairways have done me a lot of harm, so falling isn’t something I want to do again. EVER.

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