Gephyrophobia or, Fear of Bridges.


I’ve got it, and just recently, this year.  The Delaware Memorial Bridge was the impetus.

Yippee!

Approaching event horizon.

I understand this is irrational, but there’s something about the immense anti-gravity that makes me think I could lose control, like I’m floating in my seat.  Gripping the wheel is an Olympic event, slippery hands preventing purchase.  Every bump in the road launches me into orbit.  Heart racing, unending waves of pure fear.  Disconcerting, to be sure.

I spoke with a Psychologist, of course, because, I mean, this is a little crazy.  She “comforted” me by stating that phobia development often occurs later in life.  Oh, good.  Something to look forward to.  So, I shared this good news and my cutting-edge malady with friends, the result of which made me realize I’m not alone.  And it gets better (worse).  The CDCs Morbidity and Mortality Weekly Report suggests that nearly half of all U.S. adults will experience some form of mental illness.  At least I’m keeping up with the Joneses.

Fear of fear, that’s the sweaty recipe.  How to survive, how to ford a bridge?  My co-interacting solutions:

  1. Simply focus: remain between the dotted lines and let the car drive itself.
  2. Breath deeply, I mean deep, the entire time.
  3. Fixate on the license plate of the car in front of you.
  4. Distract yourself by dialing in your fav station (do this before you get on the bridge).
  5. Use alpha-waves – train your brain to relax.

In conjunction, the above techniques “allowed” me to cross the Driscoll Bridge at 65 mph, 2am on a Sunday (no drivers on the road, so the license plate trick failed).

Off, into nothingness.

Remain seated.

Halfway over I was home free.  I felt like Patrick Bateman realizing he does in fact have a great table, “…relief washes over me in an awesome wave.”

I-just-want-to-fit-in.

I made it!

Now, get this.  Gephyrophobiacs can call traffic authorities and have someone drive them over a bridge.  This service is offered by the NY Thruway for the Tappan Zee Bridge, as well as by Maryland for the monstrous, 20 mile Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel.  And that’s the thing, it’s no problem if someone else drives.  Whacky.

So, what’s your phobia?

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Humans, a Peculiar Species and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

3 Responses to Gephyrophobia or, Fear of Bridges.

  1. Mary Miraglia says:

    59th Street Bridge is the worst in the entire world, try it. I also loathe the Rt. 46 bridge over the Hackensack and try to never, ever get stuck on the grate in the middle, which you sit trapped while you feel it bounce up and down . . . .

  2. Whitney Soup says:

    mine is cynophobia! it’s the irrational fear of dogs.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s