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Gary
So, I've had a fear of heights all my life. A big, totally irrational, one. Like looking over a two story balcony freaks me out - and no, I'm not exaggerating.
Never, not once, can I ever recall having that same fear in an airplane. Don't know why but I haven't. I've heard other pilots say the same thing.
So last weekend I'm flying over the California central valley with my stepson in the plane. There's an area that has three really tall towers - two of them are just over 2000 feet tall (not msl). So as we're approaching these towers I start to tell him the story of the guy who changes the light bulbs on the top of these type of towers for a living and about he Youtube video of it.
I finish the story and I'm picturing this guy climbing the tower - and BAM! - I get hit with what was probably a full on panic attack (I've never had one in my 60+ years but I'm guessing that's what this was). I'm looking down at the ground from 5500 feet and I'm suddenly terrified of the height!
It felt like sheer, un-mitigated, terror. It scared me so bad and I felt helpless to control it. Never, ever, in my life had I ever felt quite like this. My stepson was talking about the tower and I inconsiderately told him to STFU right now! (Yes, I did apologize later).
Gradually the terror subsided but for the rest of the flight it felt like it was right in back of my mind just waiting to come back.
Two days later we made the return flight home. I made a point of not looking at, or thinking about the damn towers. And I was fine.
I have had two acquaintances over the past few years who have struggled with panic attacks. I now have a new appreciation for what they go through. I hope to hell I never have another one!
Never, not once, can I ever recall having that same fear in an airplane. Don't know why but I haven't. I've heard other pilots say the same thing.
So last weekend I'm flying over the California central valley with my stepson in the plane. There's an area that has three really tall towers - two of them are just over 2000 feet tall (not msl). So as we're approaching these towers I start to tell him the story of the guy who changes the light bulbs on the top of these type of towers for a living and about he Youtube video of it.
I finish the story and I'm picturing this guy climbing the tower - and BAM! - I get hit with what was probably a full on panic attack (I've never had one in my 60+ years but I'm guessing that's what this was). I'm looking down at the ground from 5500 feet and I'm suddenly terrified of the height!
It felt like sheer, un-mitigated, terror. It scared me so bad and I felt helpless to control it. Never, ever, in my life had I ever felt quite like this. My stepson was talking about the tower and I inconsiderately told him to STFU right now! (Yes, I did apologize later).
Gradually the terror subsided but for the rest of the flight it felt like it was right in back of my mind just waiting to come back.
Two days later we made the return flight home. I made a point of not looking at, or thinking about the damn towers. And I was fine.
I have had two acquaintances over the past few years who have struggled with panic attacks. I now have a new appreciation for what they go through. I hope to hell I never have another one!