RosalieBlair Prof MillsEnglish 102 W1June 13, 2015
Fearof Flying, that Day I flew
Thepanic that engulfs the aviophobe is utter debilitating, atrocious andbreathless. While it is true that are no two aviophobics that are thesame, fear tends to band together around phobias of distanceagoraphobia and vertigo and panic of constriction –claustrophobia.The concerns about the inability to escape in case something happensare also salient phenomena among the aviophobics.
Contraryto what many people’s belief, my fear f flying is not only aboutthe possibility of crashing. I know those who have watched air crashinvestigation may be concerned about an accident, but my main worryhas been the loss of control while in the airplane and the fear ofbeing in an enclosed place where I have no way out. The feeling ofbeing trapped in an enclosed place thousands of feet above the groundand with no chance of survival if something happens leaves meextremely powerless and scared of flying. Before my first flight, Iwas overly obsessed with the prospects of dying in an enclosed plane.Whenever I thought of flying, the imagination of horror of imminentdeath crossed my mind, and I continuously rehearsed in my mind of theevents that would take place a few minutes before my death.Unsuspectingly I was equating flying to a death trap and the aircrash confidential did nothing positive to alleviate my fear andpanic.
Fiveyears ago I had my last flight from New York to Disney World inFlorida and back with my seven years old triplets (a boy and twogirls). It had never crossed my mind that there would ever come atime when I would travel to visit new places and be able to cope withthe fear and apprehension of being on a jet plane for a couple ofhours, I thought I was wrong but I was right. This trip to DisneyWorld gave me an opportunity to practice the tactic that I hadlearned from different sources on how to remain calm in a plane. Inaddition, this particular flight was unique in two ways. First, I wasnow a mother, and I had to show courage and nerve in front of myyoung children, and most importantly it was the seventh birthday ofmy three children. Nonetheless, it turned out that I had puffed up mycourage. The whole trip was agonizing, and I was scared to the bone.As a result of the snow storm on our route, the flight was reroutedto Newark Airport, New Jersey. While waiting to board the plane, myhead started to spin, the huge crowd and the sound in the airport didnot make the situation any better, I started to think this is therecipe for an eminent crash and began to curse all those that hadtalked me into it. At one time I felt I had decided to use the badweather as an excuse and cancel the flight and at another occasion Ialmost shouted ‘somebody please help me’ .The closer I got to thedoor of the plane my more my stomach churned and turned, then I wentout in like a light bulb and everyone in the aircraft gazed at measking ‘are you alright’.
Toconnect between the two flights was also chilling and the old fearsthat I thought had disappeared cropped back in insurmountable degree.I remember sobbing out of despair and helplessness as the jet planeleft the ground and when our plane hit a small turbulent shivers wentdown my spine. All though the journey my children were the onlyconsolation, and I held them so tight that it hurt.
Nonetheless,as the trip wore on, I became more conscious of my fear and overcameit. In the trip back to Ney Work, I could even afford a smile to myyoung children who appeared confused and happy at the same time. Weall had a great time at Disney World, but the flight has remainedvery vivid in my mind like it happened yesterday. Fear can be alimiting factor but when all is said and done, the resilience andmastery of one’s fear is the determining factor of whether youenjoy a flight or not.