#clinophobia

[dbaydenny]

Clinophobia,

I'd rather fear a soft couch

or a wobbly chair,

it just doesn't seem very fair

to toss and turn somewhere else.

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D W Eldred

[themogaidragon]

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Hygrophobia: fear of liquids, dampness or moisture. An individual with this fear may insist on living in dry climates, may drink liquid only via a straw, either sponge bath or shower, but will avoid bath. These individuals will also be vigilant about any bit of moisture they may find in their home.

Hypnophobia/Somniphobia/Clinophobia: fear of sleep and/or of being hypnotized. Going to sleep even when feeling tired might be a trigger. People with this phobia might worry of nightmares, wetting the bed, sleep paralysis, night terrors or either sleep is related to death in the sufferer's case.

Igniterroremophobia: fear of fire alarms. This fear is usually caused by the loudness and unexpectedness of the alarm. Igniterroremophobics might avoid fire drills and panic if the fire alarm goes off. Sufferers may potentially begin to avoid going to any building or indoor public places where fire alarms might be present.

Megalophobia/Macrophobia: fear of large things. Could be due to the fear that a large object might collapse or the intimidation from its size. People with this phobia tend to be scared of very common large objects such as large machines, boats, animals and more.

Microvophobia: fear of microwave ovens. Falls under the category of appliance phobias. It might cause distress and anxiety when encountering, thinking, hearing or using microwave ovens.

[grandpadotninja-blog]

Clinophobia, the fear of beds. Sources: source:

[marejadilla]

Eduardo Belga, “Clinophobia (fear of going to bed)”, 2012. Scraperboard.

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[gabbodile]

so tell me how you’re sleeping easy

[only-mj]

Clinophobia

I believe that where a person lives should reflect some of the ideals that the person has for themselves or their future. They should decorate and organize their environment in ways that makes them feel happy, safe, and empowered. The place that they work, sleep, dream, make love, and live in should be an ideal place for them so that they themselves can also be ideal. Living somewhere that makes you feel unsafe can be damaging to a person and their psyche. If a person spends the most of their time in a place that is undesirable it can make them feel like other aspects of their life are undesirable as well. And for years I had a hard time sleeping at night. And by years I mean twenty of them. As a child I used to have to take medicine to help me sleep at night because the idea of laying in bed and falling asleep would giving me tummy aches and crying fits. Even through high school I would sleep with a light on and music playing and would still lay awake in bed for hours, crying and high strung, until I would finally fall asleep. For years I thought it was just a part of who I was. I researched night-time anxieties, and learned of Clinophobia when I was in elementary school. I thought it was just another aspect of my personality. And maybe if there was a word for it, then it wasn't that unheard of or uncommon. It's not that there was anything inherently wrong with my living space growing up. I had my own room that my parents decorated for me when I was a small child. My walls were pastel green and white with pink and yellow flower border wallpaper. The wallpaper, my bedspread, blankets, and even furniture all matched somehow. I had my mom's hand-me-down white furniture with more pink and more yellow pastel flowers painted on the sides. I don't remember picking out the flowers, but I must have, right? It was my room, after all. As I got older, I began to do what any child might do in their room. I began collecting posters of my favorite bands. I began tearing out photos of my favorite celebrities out of magazines. When my interests in graphic design were born, I began making my own posters of my favorite animes. And I began to make my room my room. I began to make it my space. And I don't remember the why or the how I just remember one morning thinking, hey I can do this, right? And then I just did it. As I grew older my parents decided that my brother and I were eligible for bedroom upgrades. They deemed us having out grown our flowers and our construction trucks and allowed us to pick our new themes. I got to pick out my new turquoise bedspread with stars that replaced the green with flowers. I picked out lamps with beads hanging from them that replaced lamps that were shaped like windmills. Bulletin boards replaced flowered wall paper. We took down all of my posters and magazine clippings to paint over the pastel green with a light blue with turquoise trim. And it looked awesome. I wouldn't ditch my white flowery furniture until I was in college, but the blue and silver decorations were definitely a step up from what I had before. And what was best was that I had picked out the colors and the blankets and the lamps myself. Something was still missing, though. Something that would really make it mine, opposed to the ad in the JC Penny's catalog. After the paint had dried and the furniture had been re-arranged in the room, I thought it was time to put my posters back up. I know I probably could have found different homes for each of my posters, but everything else in my room was already completely different, so I thought it would be best to put my posters back up where they had been originally. Just to have some sort of consistency in my personal space. I did not put back up all of the posters, of course. I only put back up a handful of magazine ads that I had collected. I only put back up the “good ones”.  My favorites. Things that I still really really liked after my room's transition. And I was so excited. Because never before had I had a space that really reflected me and what I was all about. My favorite colors, bands, shows, and video games on the walls of my special space. I was really proud of my area and what I had done. And I rushed out to the living room once I had placed everything just so. And I asked my parents to come look at my room and tell me what they thought of it. And my mom poked her head inside and, much to my surprise, angrily muttered, “If you were going to put all those posters back up we could have just saved all our time and left the room how it was before.”   And that's when I learned that my parents and grandparents did not like seeing certain things when they looked into my room. So after a long talk we compromised. And we decided it would be best if all of my anime posters were only put up behind my door, so no one would have to see them but me when they walked by. When I was in high school my parents began going into my room and going through my bags, reading my journals, and ripping pages out of my notebooks, and throwing away my stories. When I moved into the dorms in college, my mother informed me that she had taken some things off of my bulletin boards and hidden them because, “You know how your grandparents like to come over and look in your room. I didn't want them to see some of the things you have hanging up. You know how they are.” My parents decided to sell the house a few years ago. The house that my brother and I had grown up in. The only house we had ever known. The house with my room in it. My furniture was being moved out of town instead of to their new house, so they showed the house to potential buyers with all of my things still in it. One day my grandma called me to let me know that she had gone over to the house and had gone through all of my furniture and all of my things and had taken everything she thought was of value and was keeping it with her so, “No one would steal it while going through the open house.” I would get my jewelry back months later. I remember the first night in my own apartment. I only had a mattress on the floor, a desk lamp, my laptop, and some fancy set of dishes that had belonged to my grandmother. The apartment did not have any ceiling lights, so the only light I had was my tiny desk lamp. The apartment was dark, and falling apart. It was miles away from all of my friends and family. It was in a not so great part of a town I had never lived in before. It would be days before my furniture would make it to me, and even longer before fiancé would be able to move in with me. I should have been scared, but instead it was the first time I can ever remember sleeping peacefully by myself.

[whiningwillows]

Clinophobia..

When was the last time I saw my reflection from those eyes? This heartache consumes me Muffling my moans with fragile hands I was fooled by love that I seemed heaven When I need you most

When the nights are cold

When everything feels so hopeless You aren't to be found..

Maybe I'll try going to bed And maybe my eyes will now drift off to sleep without you here..