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How fearful were you as a child?

 
 
OmSigDAVID
 
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Reply Tue 16 Sep, 2008 05:01 pm
@FreeDuck,
Quote:
A lot when I had time to think about it.
Most of it had to do with people breaking in and hurting/killing us,
being kidnapped, that kind of thing.

Did u discuss self-defense, and/or defense of your home
from predatory criminals, with your family ? your parents ?

Did u plan what to do, in the face of a violent predatory emergency ?
( like a fire drill ? )

I had my mother drill how to respond
to a burglary when she was alone at home.
It never became necessary to apply that.
OmSigDAVID
 
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Reply Tue 16 Sep, 2008 05:06 pm
@Roberta,
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I used to have a recurring nightmare that a witch would enter the front door of our tenement apartment and walk slowly through the railroad flat to get to me. I had to wake up before she did. I always woke up screaming.

Otherwise, I had no major worries or worries that were not founded in some kind of reality.

I should note that when I was awake, I didn't worry about witches. It was only when I was sleeping that this came up.

Some sleep experts say that this is your subconscious mind's way
of screaming at u, to get your attention to some problem in your environment.

Thay advise that u give yourself a pre-slumber suggestion
that u will encounter the being who is following u and ask:
" what message do u have for me ? "

Thay assert that after the message has been delivered,
the chasing dream ends.





David
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OmSigDAVID
 
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Reply Tue 16 Sep, 2008 05:12 pm
@Phoenix32890,
Quote:
I was a pretty plucky kid. Did not worry much.
I had this one phobia about escalators. I was afraid that I would get caught in it.
I remember one time when my father had to practically carry me
up the escalator. I was screaming and yelling. I finally conquered the worry,
but to this day, I still get a bit anxious when I step onto an escalator.

While I was in practice as a trial attorney,
I had more than a few cases of children getting their feet
bloodily caught in escalators. I enjoy them, tho.





David
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OmSigDAVID
 
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Reply Tue 16 Sep, 2008 05:23 pm
@dlowan,
Quote:
My MOTHER used to worry I would be eaten by sharks.
I was fearless.

NOW I worry I will be eaten by sharks.

U can significantly reduce your risk
by staying away from feral water




David
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dlowan
 
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Reply Wed 17 Sep, 2008 02:39 am
@djjd62,
I imagine thse drills raised a fearful generation.

We had nothing like that, but the news and parents' talk and such was full of concerns about the possibility of nuclear war.....and there were a couple of ultra right wing parties that always polluted the airways around election times with paranoia about the spread of communism, with attendant monstrous images.
dlowan
 
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Reply Wed 17 Sep, 2008 02:43 am
@littlek,
littlek wrote:

I used to leap into bed so the bogey underneath it wouldn't grab my ankles. I always thought something was lurking in the dark. I convinced myself that once I was in bed, I'd be ok. Then I convinced myself that if the bogey had a sword I'd still be toast. So, I put my mattress on the floor. I also though people were watching me through the windows (second story).

It wasn't until I had people and pets who I was responsible for that I started having scary, irrational flashes of nightmare scenarios where they'd be run over or mauled by a dog.

Wheee! I am a nutter!



Lol!!! The bogey people seem to be almost universal childhood fears......usually bed is fine, but said bogeys may have any part of a child that protrudes from the covers....also, if the bogey fears overwhelm one, and one goes to one's parent's bedroom, the bogeys have free rein on the way.

We had a tomcat who was a REAL bogey under the bed.

He used to hide under either mine or my sister's beds (we never knew which it was) and slash at our ankles as we went to bed...necessitating enormous leaps into bed.

I swear he would laugh evilly from under there!

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dlowan
 
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Reply Wed 17 Sep, 2008 02:44 am
@patiodog,
Oh, social anxiety in pubescent kids is very common.

I speak of childhood fears.

You still sound like a cool pup to me.

Has this remained so for you?

What of your parents?
OmSigDAVID
 
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Reply Wed 17 Sep, 2008 03:07 am
@dlowan,
Quote:
I imagine thse drills raised a fearful generation.

I just wanted my mother to remain intact,
regardless of any criminal intrusion,
so I had her drill as to where to grab a defensive gun
( a .30 caliber M-1 Carbine,
cut down to the legal minimum, with a 30 round magazine)
and to practice where to aim it.

Defense never proved to be necessary.
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msolga
 
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Reply Wed 17 Sep, 2008 05:03 am
I was pretty anxious as a little kid. I think a big part of it was as a result of my parents' (understandable) anxieties about war/displacement/migration. Another bit, I'm sure, was as a result of RC church indoctrination. I always knew some big policeman in the sky was watching, watching my every move ... to catch me out! Made me fearfully worried!
I used to have terrible, gut-wrenching nightmares which would wake everyone in the house. ("Things" were always chasing me in these dreams, almost - but not quite - catching me. Also the "falling" dream, waking in fright just before hitting the ground.) These particular nightmares seemed to appear after witnessing a terrible freak accident in my street - the girl who lived across the road from me was killed by a car while we were playing on the nature strip in the street. I ran the whole length of the street to tell her mother what had happened. I can recall details of this incident as clearly as if it happened yesterday
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patiodog
 
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Reply Wed 17 Sep, 2008 05:53 am
@dlowan,
Quote:
Oh, social anxiety in pubescent kids is very common.

I speak of childhood fears.

You still sound like a cool pup to me.

Has this remained so for you?

What of your parents?


The social anxiety was actually most crippling when I was very young -- say, kindergarten age through puberty. I'd never really seen a kid my age before I started school -- when I wasn't in the care of my family I'd been looked after first by an old Mexican woman who spoke no English and didn't look after any other kids, then dropped off with a friend of my mother who ran what was basically a house for preteen and teenage foster children waiting for "permanent" placement -- and I was a hopeless naif when I got there. Not an unusual situation for little bohemian kids, I think. I got bullied and ridiculed a fair amount, and took this a lot harder than I probably should have. But that was really my only source of worry.

(My sister had it much worse. I went through this period out in the country; when she'd gone through it, we lived, rather inexplicably, as the only white family in one of the poorest and roughest towns in the San Francisco Bay Area. She was quite the target.)

The folks were pretty clueless about any of this. They loved the idea of me as a little nonconformist, I think. Funny thing is, there apparently was quite a bit of concern that I might have a learning disability at this time. I didn't perform in my early math lessons. I was given a test to determine my ability to learn through visual and auditory means, and my scores on each part were rock bottom. At any rate, this resolved itself when the lessons got harder. I have no memory of any of this -- it apparently was only a concern for my parents. I only remember being preoccupied with trying to fit in. I remember very well refusing to go to school one day -- 1st grade, I think -- in a pair of red corduroy pants that were my only clean pair. I knew it would be a day of ridicule and likely a beating. But this wasn't an unfounded, abstract fear, this was something that really was going to happen.

But, then, my parents were always misfits themselves. I'd guess my dad probably recognized what was going on -- he kindly ran a pair of jeans through the wash and wrote a note excusing my tardiness -- but was ill-equipped to help, since he'd never overcome his own anxiety and depression issues himself. My mother at the time was rarely around -- worked across the state, was only home on weekends. When she gave up that job, we hit rough times for money and moved in with aunt/uncle/2cousins, which was a whole other trauma -- I hated my aunt and uncle and it's recently come to light that my uncle had been molesting my cousins, so I think this hatred was probably well-founded -- during which I acquired a little brother (an accident, I'm sure), who died at 5 months old.

Familial relations after that were -- not strained, but just cold. My material needs were met, I cooked for myself, I did my own laundry. I was enrolled in youth sports programs to keep me busy and sent off to grandparents and occasionally to camps during the summers. Grown-ups were laughing at my sarcasm and/or chiding my cynicism by the time I was 9.

But, at any rate, I didn't have any obtuse fears beyond my fear of not fitting in, and this wasn't really a point of conversation at home.

Puberty, by contrast, was great. I had a huge growth spurt and was 6 feet tall by the time I was 11, managed to occupy both the star student and the class clown niches, could buy cigarettes at the gas station across the highway (they knew who and how old I was at the local market), and generally had enough influence in my social sphere that I didnt have to worry about fitting in. It wasn't the end of anxiety, naturally, but compared to what went before I had no complaints.
FreeDuck
 
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Reply Wed 17 Sep, 2008 06:52 am
@OmSigDAVID,
No. I was five.

My parents were armed, though, and I knew that. But in my nightmare scenarios I was either too far away from them for them to help or they weren't paying attention until it was too late. I was also afraid of being kidnapped by old people.

I think the kidnapping fear was because there was a very high profile kidnapping and murder of a boy my age in a nearby town -- Adam Walsh. It probably made my mother afraid and I picked up on it.
dlowan
 
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Reply Wed 17 Sep, 2008 07:32 am
@FreeDuck,
Awwww...Duckie.

An amazing number of kids are terribly affected by media reports of crimes against children. Often their parents do not seem to know what the cause is...

There was a never (to date) solved kidnapping of an 11 year old girl in the area I used to work in (the police are 99% sure they think they know who did it, I gather, from police I know, but unable to prove it). We had an absolute flood of terrified little kids over that. They really identified with her....so sad.

dlowan
 
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Reply Wed 17 Sep, 2008 07:33 am
@patiodog,
Wow, Patio.....that's fascinating.

I am glad things got easier for you.

You really aree an interesting pair of old boots, aren't you?
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FreeDuck
 
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Reply Wed 17 Sep, 2008 07:39 am
@dlowan,
That is very sad. I think you're right that kids identify with the victims. We didn't have tv at the time so I'm sure I must have heard my mom talking about it with a friend or something. Or maybe she was a little more protective than usual and I picked up on that. I totally understand now that I'm a parent.

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FreeDuck
 
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Reply Wed 17 Sep, 2008 07:41 am
@patiodog,
Echo dlowan. You do have an interesting story.
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cjhsa
 
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Reply Wed 17 Sep, 2008 08:24 am
@dlowan,
There was a sabre tooth tiger that lived in the crawspace under my house.

I had a recurring dream that I was chased down and eaten by wolves.

Now, we have cougars AND wolves in Michigan. Go figure.
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Linkat
 
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Reply Wed 17 Sep, 2008 10:56 am
@Phoenix32890,
Just this past weekend I was at the mall where a girl got her shoe stuck in the escalator - fortunately she was able to pull her foot out but her shoe was destroyed.
OmSigDAVID
 
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Reply Wed 17 Sep, 2008 11:16 am
@Linkat,
It pays to look and see how much open space there is
at the end of the escalator, and act accordingly.
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OmSigDAVID
 
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Reply Wed 17 Sep, 2008 11:26 am
@dlowan,
Quote:

An amazing number of kids are terribly affected by media reports of crimes against children.
Often their parents do not seem to know what the cause is...

There was a never (to date) solved kidnapping of an 11 year old girl
in the area I used to work in (the police are 99% sure they think
they know who did it, I gather, from police I know, but unable to prove it).
We had an absolute flood of terrified little kids over that.
They really identified with her....so sad.

I empathize with them.
I was mildly ill-at-ease, until I got my first gun:
THAT instilled me ABRUPTLY with a lot of confidence and peace of mind.
I kept that .38 Smith & Wesson revolver close at hand, by day and by night,
until I upgraded to a .44 some years later.

HAPPINESS is a small framed revolver & plenty of ammo.





David
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OmSigDAVID
 
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Reply Wed 17 Sep, 2008 11:26 am
@dlowan,
Quote:

An amazing number of kids are terribly affected by media reports of crimes against children.
Often their parents do not seem to know what the cause is...

There was a never (to date) solved kidnapping of an 11 year old girl
in the area I used to work in (the police are 99% sure they think
they know who did it, I gather, from police I know, but unable to prove it).
We had an absolute flood of terrified little kids over that.
They really identified with her....so sad.

I empathize with them.
I was mildly ill-at-ease, until I got my first gun:
THAT instilled me ABRUPTLY with a lot of confidence and peace of mind.
I kept that .38 Smith & Wesson revolver close at hand, by day and by night,
until I upgraded to a .44 some years later.

HAPPINESS is a small framed revolver & plenty of ammo.





David
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