I aactually have 3 fears: 1) Fear of pyrotechnics (thinking about the "f" word evokes fear and bad memories) 2) Fear of balloons popping 3) Fear of merry-go-rounds (because of the face painting on them) 1: Had a traumatic experience with the biggest bangs when I was 2 years old. Now, I live in a state were they sell them (I used to live in California where they did not sell them). So, it became a much worse fear. By the way, I'm a safety freak when it comes to this fear--e.g., professionals should only do them, et cetera. 2: Had a traumatic experience around 4 years old. I like playing with balloons and all, but when other people are around, I could guarantee someone could pop them. I like them when I have them and play with them because I do not pop them. 3: Had an interesting experience when I was 2 years old. I kinda had a fear of falling off of the carousel horses too. Once, I saw a face painted carousel horse when I was 2, I literally screamed bloody murder. I'll probably get over this fear soon. I think fear of pyrotechnics (fireworks) should be named: pyrotechnophobia. Fear of balloons popping should be: popbaphobia. Fear of merry-go-rounds: carouselophobia. Freud says that the first five years of your life are the most critical.
Hullo, I am 13 and I have a fear of Merry-Go-Rounds, I have had this fear for a very long time. It is not the animals that scare me or going around in a circle but I am extremely freaked out by the music. Maybe this fear is somehow rooted to my fear of clowns or getting lost in a museum and having to search for my parents in a large room with a huge Merry-Go-Round in the middle of it, the room was crowded so I couldn’t see it but could hear it from any point. Me, being a fan of The Beatles, can barely stand to listen to the song “For the benefit of Mr. Kite”, a song that is based on the carnival/circus posters and ends with the traditional Merry-Go-Round theme. Whenever I hear the music I tense up and start wringing my hands, my breath quickens but only slightly and I begin to blink quickly and more dramatically then usual. I feel as if the music (like clowns) is somehow taunting me and trying to pull me away from reality to somewhere where I will keep on drifting into an endless void of colour, will serve no purpose, and will die unknown. Am I the only one who fears Merry-Go-Round music?
