By Jason N. (13 years old)
Kids normally fear ghosts, monsters or the dark but I suffer from acute acrophobia – the fear of heights. This crazy fear has restrained me from participating in activities which seem exciting to thrill-seekers.
I wish I don’t have this fear because each time I look down from a building, I have a severe case of panic attack; my heart starts pounding, my body shakes like crazy, my lower limbs turn into jelly, I feel extremely giddy and begin to sweat like a pig. The world only stops spinning after I move away from the window. I am so afraid that I might just fall out even though the window is sealed tight.
It is not easy to make people understand about my fear. My peers scoff at me and think I am chicken-hearted while adults simply chuckled at my irrational behaviour. I don’t even want to know what the girls think.
I also fear to speak in public. I was once appointed to give a presentation on stage. I experienced my first bout of stage fright on that embarrassing day. I felt there were hundreds of butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Beads of perspiration rolled down my face while I kept wiping my clammy palms against my pants. My heart thundered against my ribs and my teeth chattered. My hands shook terribly and needless to say, I forgot my lines. That was probably the most humiliating day of my life.
Some say fear is a great teacher. I for one am better off without fear as a teacher. I consider having irrational fears a great disadvantage in life. It would be fantastic if I am neither an acrophobic nor a glossophobic.