Phobia of Shipwrecks
I haven't always had my phobia of shipwrecks, semi-submerged, submerged, or washed up objects. I think I started when I was about 5-6, but I can't be sure. It started (I'm pretty sure) when I went for a walk on a beach with my parents. I can't remember where it was, but it scared me. It's just this horrible rusting boat on the beach, and it lies in a pool of water, where it's made a dent in the sand. I was holding my Dads hand, while (Ok, this is kinda funny) while my Mum bobbed down to have a pee in the pool of water. Suddenly my chest tightened and I found it hard to breath, like asthma. I felt very sick, and I felt the horrible wave of fear sweep over me. Dad tried to make me laugh by saying it was Mum who made the huge puddle of water that circled the boat. I didn't laugh.
That was the first time I've ever shared my story, and it's made me feel somewhat relieved to get it off my chest. It's my true story, and I remember it very clearly, although I was very young at the time. I want a cure for my phobia, because no-one believes me about my phobia anyway. Even my parents don't believe me.
There's one more thing I want to share with you before I stop commenting.
There's a big pipe (I don't now what it's for) on a local beach, called Dinas Dinlle, North Wales. I don't know what the pipe is for, but I can't go anywhere near it. It makes me panic. I don't go near it anymore, but a couple of times I have walked over it. I touched it, only with my feet, but it brought me very close to a panic attack. I hate it, and therefore hate that beach, and the very name of it reminds me of terror.
I don't understand my phobia of shipwrecks. I don't understand WHY