Why Am I So Scared Of Flying?
Written by admin on Saturday, January 16th, 2010 in Aviation Airplanes.
Personally, I like to be in control of whatever I do. I stay away from any danger and have never been one for things like roller-coasters. I do not need that particular thrill to rock my boat. Some people call me a wimp, which is probably correct – I guess this comes from having a speech impediment and all of the horrible frustrating stuttering treatment that comes with it.
I am not afraid to admit that air travel has and will always petrify me. When I drive a car I have an element of control, if the aircraft crashes for whatever reason, my life could be over. I am not the pilot, I am unable to observe any servicing to the aircraft and I do not know its history.
I have, as I am in doubt the majority of people who read this article have, read that travelling by plane is the least dangerous form of travel. Guess what, I don’t care, I still would rather drive.
There has been a recent television series called Lost. This happens to be one of my favourite T.V programs and I have watched each and every episode. It did not help my phobia of flying though.
Due to the popularity of Lost, there has since been a lot of newspaper articles with people describing how they survived an aeroplane crash. I wish I had never read their stories as I can only imagine the fear and terror they must have been through.
I offer a professional web promotion service and I also work for a DVD authoring company on a part time basis. I am required as part of these jobs to travel and that of course means travelling by plane from time to time.
During my last plane journey, as the aircraft was taking off an amusing thing happened to me. The take off and landing are always the worst aspects of the whole experience for me, and this is where I am at my most scared. We we travelling down the runway, gathering speed, I gripped the armrest tightly, hoping that would help and thankfully the plane rose into the air. The person in the seat next to me then asked if he could have his hand back. I had not been gripping the armrest but had been gripping his hand. I said sorry and continued to be brave.