#batophobia

[iam-not-really-here]

[multifandomingmess]

a list of the phobias i struggle with:

agoraphobia - fear of open spaces, public spaces, in areas with no exits, etc.. altocelarophobia - fear of high ceilings acrophobia - fear of heights batophobia - fear of tall buildings emetophobia - fear of vomit pseudodysphagia - fear of choking when eating or getting choked deipnophobia - fear of eating in front of others/fear of eating in public megalophobia - fear of large objects (similiar to batophobia imo) monophobia - fear of being alone thanatophobia - fear of death xenophobia - fear of the unknown gerascophobia - fear of growing up

i'm a complex person. i feel so alone in this.

[tphobias-blog]

Batophobia, n. the fear and/or dislike of heights or being close to high buildings. #batophobia #heights #altitude #highbuildings #phobia #TPhobias

[multifandomingmess]

does anyone else struggle with tall buildings? because i wanna go downtown in my city but those buildings are so tall and it just makes me panicky and anxious

[redheadgleek]

As somebody who has had a profound phobia to tall buildings and cathedrals in particular (a phobia that has gotten better but will probably never go completely away), I’m finding the pictures of Notre Dame to be triggering in ways that are hard to explain. 

[littlecreepygirl]

So it turns out that the fear I have of looking up at buildings is called batophobia. It's hilarious that I live in NYC and I can't stand to look up because I feel like I'm gonna get crushed by a falling building. It says it's caused mostly from experiences of someone being hurt or stuck under a falling object during earthquakes or other incidents. I never had anything fall on me before? And I've only experienced a few earthquakes, once in Costa Rica and once when NYC had that huge one in 2010?

[draw-a-phobia]

4.  Batophobia- Fear of heights or being close to high buildings.

He is on the cube of shame.

Type : D

Height : tba

Lenght : tba

Rarity : Common ▲

Behaviour : tba

[mistyandmara]

Paranoia

Walking through the crowed streets I clutched my satchel with tendons tight and braced for a sudden flight to an unknown sanctuary.  I constantly scanned the faces of the people while the horrible feeling of insignificance grew in the pit of my stomach. Dwarfed by the stolid metal buildings with their tinted unblinking windows, I painfully pick the safest way through the welter of vendors at every intersection. The rasping quibble of foreboding beeps and squawks attack my nerves in a tedious manner. The only resolve I have is the knowledge that the sooner the job is done, the sooner the malevolent garden of steel and trash could be left behind.