In my 20s I developed a fear of escalators because I’d have recurring nightmares about going up a never ending escalator with no railings.
🥹 I’d be on my knees screaming
I was!!! And this happened a few times a week. I developed a phobia of escalators. Couldn’t do them for like a decade. But then one day my daughter said that she couldn’t go on an escalator, she was too scared. I realized I had projected my unfounded fear onto my kids and that made me pull myself together, to show them there was nothing to worry about.
That’s both adorable and very adult of you 🥹♥️
I felt terrible that she had absorbed my fear. But I seriously couldn’t do them. I’d find an elevator or take stairs. It was so ridiculous but I would get physically ill on escalators, my knees would buckle, shaking uncontrollably etc. it was so bad. My poor kiddos had to see me like that when they were little.
Isn’t it wild how our brains can trick us into being so terrified of things? To be that scared while everyone else just goes about their lives normally
Right? And I KNEW it was ridiculous but I somehow still couldn’t get past it.
