Irrational Phobias or OCD-ness - Page 9

I wouldn't call this OCD but whenever in an assembly and especially in class, when the teacher/speaker asks "Any questions?" I have to physically keep my right hand from shooting up even though I don't have a question.
More generally I fear losing temporarily the control over my body and seeing myself doing something stupid.

I cant stand fish, dead or alive. Haven't touched one in like 15 years. Everytime i see someone touch a fish i shudder at the thought. yuck

One of the more frightening experiences of my life was snorkeling in Mexico with tons of tropical fish only a few feet below me... swimming like little motherfuckers. One came darting past me right before i got outta the water and i went fuckin nuts

Greasy hands/fingers [this was mentioned in the first page] is something I can't stand. I will immediately wash hands after a meal where my hands will get greasy. I will lotion only the back of my hands if dry [typically in winter, in the northeast]. Also kind of stemming off of what was said above about fish, except for me its raw chicken. I refuse to handle any type of poultry. I'm fine with raw beef, but not chicken. F that. The whole salmonella, fleshy feeling crap is not for me. So it's frozen tyson chicken strips for me, if I'm making anything chicken [well you get the idea].

I am developing a pretty nasty case of vicarious claustrophobia. Reading a Darwin Awards email about a spelunker who got caught in a tiny cave and died drove me up a wall. I couldn't finish reading the thing. I was getting short of breath...

bump. I was gonna start a thread like this. 1. Pooping when an earthquake happens 2. being in a school of fish 3. Having like 10 kids. ... all GIRLS

I've got that needle thing. Trypanophobia, an extreme fear of medical procedures involving hypodermic needles, injections, etc. Apparently, there's an evolutionary basis for this. Needle phobia: a neglected diagnosis Maybe it's not irrational, then?

When I was in college I started bringing 2 pens to test, because unlike you weirdos who don't like even numbers, I don't like odd numbers. Then I started to worry my pens would not work so I brought a set of backup pens. As I moved forward I started to fear my backup set would fail also, so I brought a backup backup set. The woman I was with at the time asked me what I thought would happen that would cause all these pens to stop working, I said that's just it, I don't know. I believe the word 'idiot' was used and I had to agree. So I started bringing backup backup backup mechanical pencils in case some force rendered my pens useless. I blamed her for putting the thought in my head. I was happy with my 6 pens.

i'm embarrassed to admit this, but after the red sox won in 2004 a lot of my little OCD things died. After 2007 they pretty much all went away.

before any big game, test, procedure, ect... i avoided touching plants.

Creamed corn, AnS Bespoke, Men dancing to Lady Gaga, and obese swimsuit models give me the heebeejeebies

not sure if being afraid of getting caught in a school of fish is an irrational fear. i'm neither claustrophobic or fish-o-phobic, and when i snorkeled right into a school of fish in the Bahamas i had to get the fuck out of there

I can't stand cats. If I see cat fur, I feel compelled to clean it up.

OCD is rampant in my family. My grandmother is a germaphobe, and believe me it makes life very difficult for her and my grandfather. This is serious stuff.

My mother is obsessed with patterns. She's also a basketball fan, so when she watched games, she'd do her best to "place" the players into patterns on the court. Of course, they were always moving, so the patterns would change. Drove her nuts. She was also obsessed with her eyebrow hairs being perfectly even, smooth, and all pointed in the same direction. Nobody's eyebrows are like that, so that drove her nuts, too. She had some other obsessions that I can't recall. Anyway, she's on medication for it now and feeling fine.

My late brother had a very bad case of OCD concerning neatness, order, and "groupings." For example, he purchased ONLY Craftsman tools. If you were to give him a tool for Christmas that wasn't a Craftsman, he wouldn't put it with the rest of his tools if you gave him all the money in the world. He was like this with everything in his house. Sadly, he did not take care of his disorder as well as he should have.

As a child I stepped in my dads open tackle box. Now I don't like fish hooks or lures. Especially the kind with multiple 3-prong hooks dangling everywhere. When I hold one it feels like the hooks are going to magically come alive and stab my fingers. Large hooks are OK with me, single hooks are fine, these feel safer and easier to handle. It's the smaller, multiple prong ones ones that creep me out. Like you could be holding one hook on the lure but the other is still dangling around waiting to stab something. Oddly enough I really enjoy fishing and don't mind flinging the lures around when casting, but I still have others fix my lures and unhook my fish. Used to work shipping & receiving. The sound a tape gun makes when it's empty is horrible. Specifically the clear box tape when it tears off the paper from the spool and gets pulled through the flat metal piece to keep it straight. It will make me shiver for a long time because I can't stop re-playing the horrid sound in my head. I used to waste tape by throwing the roll away just before it was finished.

this is weird. are you sure you werent hypnotized when you were younger and it never broke its trance?

lol. for me it is deep see/river/lake. anything deep dark and volume. i WILL NOT stick my head into the small windows at the Disneyland submarine ride. just the thought of being thrown into that lake scares the nuts out of me.

me too. the slightest grease feel and im off to the bathroom washing my hands. also toner dust or anything lint or dust on floors or desks or cardboard, etc. so at my work i am constantly washing my hands .


i EXACTLY know what you mean. i HATE those stories where someone was kidnapped and then put into a car trunk and later died of aphyxsiation (sp) or drowning in a river thrown in when trapped in a briefcase.

i know what you mean here. i had that same sort of sense when Kobe didnt win his first championship outside of shaq (although hey, shaq wouldnt have won without Kobe either, just as much his championship as shaq's). i always felt that 'monkey on my back' and I SO WANTED KOBE TO GET HIS FIRST CHAMPIONSHIP WIHTOUT SHAQ.


this is interesting because i have related issues too. i hate things being pulled apart 'inappropriately' if that means anything.

for example. i get a box from shipping and then instead of just ripping the box top apart with the tape being stretched out to accomodate opening the top, i always need to find a pair of scissors or blade to cut the tape on top. sometimes people would say "hey just rip it open, dont mind a blade" and then i would ask him to do it then.
or a thick plastic bag with a cat 5 cable in it? or something in a plastic bag that doesnt have a rip opening method? usually people would poke their finger through it and warp the plastic apart to pull out the item. not me. i hate that. i need a pair of scissors or blade to appropriately open the plastic bag.

Actually I do the same thing, but the reason is justified. I collect knives. Therefore, if anything needs to be opened I gotta use my knife.