Simple task scares you?

I am another who hates balloon blowing up. A balloon bursting always makes me jump. I cringe if I have to blow them up. I am the same about opening bottles of fizzy stuff too - ie: Champers or Prosecco, because I hate the mini explosion when the cork leaves the bottle. I feel so tense if I have to do it.

I am quite a confident driver and the roads don't phase me, but night time driving is now becoming much more stressful. I hate the on-coming blue/white LED headlights which blind me! You know the advice to drivers years ago was 'dip, don't dazzle' with full beam, well, it would seem every other oncoming driver has these bright headlights. It's like trying to navigate your way around a floodlight.

We regularly stay in USA, but I'm petrified of driving there on wrong side of road and 6 lane motorways and wierd rules at traffic lights! Every visit I tell myself not to be daft and just do it, but always end up letting DH take over.

Scared of spiders and couldn't parallel park if my life depended on it!

Using buses, since I started using a cane and got a bit wobbly, trams and metros are fine.
Then when DGS and I were on one of our summer holiday adventures(mini-golf) we had to change from a tram to a bus.
DGS 4, was so wonderful that he gave me my confidence back.
I think I was so concerned for him as it was his first time on a bus that I forgot about my own fears.

I've been amazed at what I can do since living alone. Far more than I ever thought posssible. But I still don't like putting the rubbish out. I love driving but don't like motorway slip roads. By far the worse though is taking my car for it's MOT, - and especially collecting again afterwards and hearing the (usually) bad news.

Spiral towers without handrails, mines, answering my door , airports and sex !

Those eight legged critters - see, I even avoid the word. Heights with open aspect so always sit on ground floor for concerts etc.

Going to the dentist.

Not the treatment but the bill at the end of it!

I've found all my 'fears' listed here by one post or the other. Although they are feelings we wish we didn't have, it is reassuring for me to know that I'm not the only one suffering from them.

I am with a lot of other with driving issues. I wont drive on motorways due to the sheer volume of traffic and the speed that some go. I also do not drive anywhere i am not familiar with, my sister is the same we get so annoyed with our selves about this. Also sorting out an issue with my mobile phone is not scaring me but causing me great stress, i break out in a sweat when trying to get it resolved as i do not really understand what it is i need and i dont understand all the technology that goes with a phone nowadays!!!! Thank god for nieces and children who do!!!!

Can't think of any everyday thing I am physically scared of doing. Except one ... going in a lift on my own. I will walk up flights of stairs before I will risk it breaking down.

Escalators. Due to living in the sticks I had never seen one until I went to Birmingham aged 10 and my relations forced me screaming up one I went to London many years ago and my husband left me at the bottom, a lovely lady came along and said "I will take you up my dear" "Noooo"

It seems as easy to put diesel into a petrol car as the other way round. It concerns me as after having put diesel in for years, I worry about picking up the wrong nozzle.

Thanks Wobblybits but since that incident I have changed to a petrol car and I am told that it is difficult to get it wrong and put diesel in it. Doesn't stop me feeling anxious every time I refuel though !

Driving features a lot here, can I recommend the Advanced Driving Course run by RoSPA? Its fabulous. I took my original driving test 11 times in the 70s before I passed and though I eventually became a reasonably competent driver as I got older I felt I needed to do a refresher, if only to cope with all the appalling other drivers!
I did the advanced course 2 years ago and got a Silver, I am so much more relaxed and confident. It was recommended by a friend in her 70s who is now a tutor for RoSPA. Just Google it for information on local courses.

Blimey- I must be fearless. I parallel park very well, I love going through car wash, I always pay at self service at petrol stations & I am not frightened of spiders. Don't mind heights & I bought a tyre inflater thing that plugs into lighter slot in car so I can do it at my leisure.Fine with motorways & roundabouts- never even thought about those.
There MUST be something - not keen on driving through big towns I don't know but I'll do it.
Now I'm going to be thinking all day of something I'm scared of.
Actually- not mad keen on Daddy long legs things- always convinced they bite although I know they don't.
I feel really brave now!!

Rosie21, yes me too. I used to teach little ones to swim....but only in the shallow end. I hate to be out of my depth...they never knew. Don't worry, there was a lifeguard right there if anything had gone wrong, but it never did. It was lovely to see them showing their parents their certificates for swimming a width.

I have a fear of filling in tax returns or anything connected with Government. I hate it....it makes me feel very inadequate.

I am not good at anything to do with fixing things. I leave that to OH. He gets to do the paying of bills and the driving too.

I gave my car to DIL when I retired because I used to be scared in case I hit someone. I did write my other car off on black ice and I think that was what started that fear off.
I have lost my independence, but I am happy to be a passenger again.

I am good at most first aid things but ask me to deal with vomit, pus or phlegm and I heave. I can handle blood or chicken pox etc, breaks or cuts no problem. I am a dab hand at changing nappies, but those three things give me the willies.

Swimming out of my depth and underwater. Motorways, its the sliproad, will any of the large trucks or cars let me in. Fainting in public (did it a couple of times as a teenager). Performing in public, used to be in the Theatre don't know when the Stage fright set in. I now try to face my fears head on I may surprise myself and do well. And of course there is the big taboo 'end of life'.

Driving
Parking
Having to travel in someone else's car
Changing light bulbs
Using cash machines
Putting petrol in the car
Having my hair cut
ANY fairground ride

I'm such a scaredy-cat!

If you have a diesel, the RAC sell a simple cheap device that prevents you putting petrol in a diesel car. If any one want s one cheap, PM me, I have just changed from diesel to petrol and don;t need it. Sorry bu I do not know of anything that prevents you putting diesel in a petrol car.

Fuelling the car since I did once make the very costly mistake of puttoing the wrong fuel in.

Driving in urban areas! If I don't know the road layout then an unexpected one way street or no through road can throw me. I get lost.

My husband despises Satnavs and those who use them as he has a brilliant sense of direction and reads maps like I read books. Therefore, I haven't really got to grips with these devices though I think I'd venture into places unknown if I had a trusty voice to tell me where to go.

The DH is no Rob Titchener but he can be a bit overbearing in a good humoured way. I suppose it is lazy of me to let him drive and I ought to 'do it myself'.

Joining the M25 to visit a friend in London, then having to cross about fifteen lanes (slight exaggeration) at a point near Dartford in order to leave. Have completely lost my nerve, and OH has to drive when we visit friend.

Ladders.

OH says my parallel parking uses most of the petrol we buy; I can park perfectly in one neat swoop...but I'm always a foot from the kerb and then need to thrash about for five minutes to get it right.

When I was younger I couldn't go on the Big Wheel at fairgrounds, I used to panic as I went over the top. I once walked along the pier at Lyme Regis, and even though there was a wall on one side of it I had to crawl back, much to the amusement of everyone watching. Then I made the big mistake of taking the lift up the Eiffel Tower. I was facing the glass door and I almost fainted as the lift began moving upwards. A young couple helped keep me on my feet and when I fell out at the top I thought I would have to stay up there for the rest of my life. In the end I got to the middle of the lift, grabbed hold of the pole, shut my eyes and prayed. Now I can't even look at pictures of people in high places who are looking down towards the ground without feeling sick. Yet I don't feel the same in an aeroplane.