but i did not become claustrophobic hiking in caves

<<<have never hiked caves, but have wandered around some lava tubes in Hawaii before.

Wow the delete creeps are at it again...


This world tends to make me feel that way sometimes...

As long as I can move around, I'm fine. Elevators don't bother me. But if I can't move........

yep msteddybear

the delete happy haters

why i am rarely here anymore

they hide behind the aninemty of there mouse

and mike and van refuse to make the delete process public

so i just stay away most of the time

not like anyone notices anyway

be well all but the delete happy hater jerks

dont feel alone i'm clausterphobic too. its very annoying. it can make doing simple daily things challenging.

I can feel that way too sometimes.....



and Robin, how many threads do I have to say hello to you in before you will respond to me???? I noticed and now I am ignored....

honestly, i was surprised by this. the rangers and all warn you before going in

it's like i trusted nature more than the mechanical operation of say an elevator

Nature is much more pleasant than machines...


adj4u- We have missed you. I was wondering where you were.
Don't let that stop you from being here...
To *&^%$##@$% with the haters...

i think he's cool too

I have claustaphobic and agraphobic times as well. My extremism doesn't play favorites.

IM SO CLAUSTROPHOBIC THAT I DONT WANT TO BE BURIED...I WANT TO BE CRAMATED!

i have to muster up huge amounts of courage just to get in elevators i take stairs. lol. guess its good excercise. i cant even be in a shower for more than 10 mins cus i start to get dizzy and hyperventilate i have to keep the curtain half pulled back and the door open a little.

i've had two very bad experiences as a child...both left me claustrophobic.

when i was five, my mother's boyfriend (sister's father) suggested that he and i play hide-n-seek in the alley (we lived in van nuys) behind our apartments. several hours later...the police found me stuffed in an abandoned refrigerator.

when i was about ten, a crazy neighbor teenager decided to chase me into one of the drainage tunnels that go underneath streets...i was very small and climbed in to get away from him. he then threw rocks at me until i was unconscious and rocked up both ends of the street, preventing an easy out. (as an adult, this gentleman was imprisoned for the rape and murder of a four-year-old child.)

it doesn't translate as a "fear" for me...but i can't breathe nor stay still when i feel trapped. logically, i know that i am fine...i'm not worried about my health...but i still can't breathe. it matters whether it's a close space in which i put myself, or one of another's doing...i can choose to close myself in a closet and lock the door, and i'm fine. if someone ELSE closes that door...it's a whole nother story.

i had similar types of instances although not as severe. ie adults locking me in inappropriate places.

my grandfather locked me in a cllar when i was five while my mother screamed and hollerd and fought to get me out.My offense?running a stick along a brick wall.
We were staying with my grandparents as my Dad was in Vietnam.
My mom had a nervous breakdown my grandmother was so mean to us.
Though my mother and dad went on to forgive them and care for them in their later years,the whole experience has left me scarred with claustrophobia,anxiety and panic attacks.