Everything about oranges, how people dig their nails in them to start peeling them, the weird stringy bits, the texture. I genuinely feel ill whenever someone peels an orange becuase of those white stringy bits and how pieces go everywhere and eating them just feels wrong because they are so squidgy and soft, the texture combined with the actual look reminds me of a brain so for me, oranges are a no go. (Orange juice is fantastic though)

That’s right, I am terrified of ants.

I’m sure it started when I was young. I grew up in two houses, my parents being divorced, and both of them had bad ant problems. I would constantly see ants of all types scurrying through my house and this would cause the belief that going to sleep would make me vulnerable, and that they were crawling on me while I was sleeping. I would wake up in cold sweats, brushing my skin to try to get them off, when there was nothing there. It makes it only worse that my lack of sleep would cause hallucinations. This would make me see ants at school, in my lunch, in the sink, etc. Every time my skin itched, I would freak out and have panic attacks that there was an ant on me. It makes me sick, even to this day, thinking about them. Because of this I’ve developed ocd, constantly cleaning and worrying about leaving the house because of the possibility that I might see ants. Over the years, though, it has gotten a lot better. While a lot of people assume I am scared of all bugs, I am surprisingly not. In fact, I’m fond of most bugs. I love centipedes, spiders, katydids, grasshoppers, bees, cockroaches, and many more unconventional insects. It is only ants.

I have no issue sleeping in vehicles, just with my head tilted back when it exposes my neck. Unfortunately, that is usually the most comfortable way of sleeping in vehicle. When in a car of someone I know, this stems from the weird fear that something is going to come flying through the wind shield (such as a brick or a piece of metal) and slit my throat. Or we get into an accident, shattering the wind shield and sending glass to cut my throat leading to me bleeding out. I would much rather sit with my face forward, as I am more likely to survive that way.

This fear of a piece of debris cutting my throat extends towards other modes of transport, but on top of that there are added fears. On transport such as buses and trains, especially when there are seats behind me, I have a fear someone's going to reach over and either strangle me or slit my throat. Leaning my head back exposes my neck allowing these things to occur much more easily.

Planes are much more relaxed and I can sometimes find myself leaning my head back, as few people have bladed objects, and crashes are not instantaneous. However there is still a fear that someone may either punch my throat (a very deadly move) or use another object to puncture my neck (such as a pencil).

I am unsure as to why this is the case, but it is so weird. I have tried to explain it to people and they never got it.

Like the titles says - I am completely overwhelmed. I thought I heard a noise in my bedroom at the weekend. I no longer have a cat but two dogs. Since then its all I can think about, Im not sleeing, crying all the time, can't concentrate on my job. I got my daughter to check and she said she cant see any droppings. I can't look at a picture or watch a mouse on tv without screaming or being sick. I have already been to a therapist/hypnotist over two years ago re this (at this time, there was a mouse). Grateful for any tips on how to relax or overcome this.

How can I overcome the fear of getting leukemia I've heard Leukemia is the blind cancer that hits anyone and everyone it doesn't discriminate. I'm scared. I can't stop thinking about it. I'm afraid of having a blood work for a routine checkups because I'm afraid of having leukemia.

Every day, I see more and more people being diagnosed with leukemia. Research also suggests that people who have had their tonsils removed may have a higher risk of developing leukemia. I had my tonsils removed when I was five years old, too.

What to do?