Alzheimer’s/dementia in general. I’m not dealing with it.
Watching my father slowly disappear has made me hyper aware of the temporary nature of my own consciousness.
My mother died of dementia. I’m closing in on 60, so already my mental acuity is on the wane.
And now any time I can’t remember something I kind of stress.
I’ll hopefully not go down that road, but those events scare the hell out of me.
I’ll be honest, if I get dementia - I’m not sticking around
My father said the same thing, often. I say the same now. The reality is more complicated, horribly so.
Dying. I deal with it by trying to postpone that for as long as possible.
I recognize that delaying the inevitable just makes the fear itself possible but I think the alternative is worse.
My biggest fear is ostracism. I deal with it by trying to be a good friend and a good person.
Being alone.
My biggest fear was spiders. I overcame it by learning more about them and learning to appreciate them. Now I actually enjoy the little buggers.
Without getting into too much detail, I experienced an incredibly traumatic event a few years ago. My biggest fear is having that event happen again.
