Abnormal childhood fears?

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It's a great song, and it doesn't bother me.

I used to like it as a kid.

It was very atmospheric at the time. I never got a bad reaction from it (perhaps weirdly?)

One time my mum was taking a nap and my dad was at work. I thought it would be a great idea to watch a documentary on an 8 year old boy who's heart kept on falling through the skin of his chest. for the next three months, I had an intense fear that my heart would fall out of my chest if I got a little too hyper. I didn't do much running around during those three months. I was 8 at the time.

I'm viscerally afraid of them, especially that one song. I would sooner be injured than hear it. I don't know why, maybe it's repressed? I have synaesthesia so maybe it's something in their composition? Yes, I knew a guy similar to Sting. I met him when I already disliked The Police. Let's just say I didn't take to him well.

Every Breath You Take is a Paranoiac’s paradise.

Re, the police....Well now you mention it and the song started playing in my head it is fairly horrid.

My childhood fears were wolves, somebody breaking in to our flat in the night and war. Whilst they are all fairly normal, I assume, it was the extent of my fears that got on top of me. Intrusive imagery of a hand reaching through the letter box to unhook the door on the inside. Terrifying imagination about waking up in the middle of the night and finding my country (a neutral, we will stand outside every conflict and idly watch kind of country) had descended into war and physical combat, burning towns and no escape was upon me leading me to sleepwalk and find myself most nights barricaded in the shower with all my blankets. When my mum asked me what I was doing I said I was building a fort. When I moved out I was still so scared of night intrusion that I used to just walk around all night in the streets listening to my Walkman finding that preferable to being alone at home like a sitting duck waiting for the possible burglars or no-good-doers to come and get me.

As a child I was afraid of swimming in the deep end of the pool, and had an exaggerated fear of falling off playground equipment. Exaggerated versions of mundane fears. Embarrassing to think about now. But nothing surreal. Wasn't afraid of things like "vicious gangs of 'keep leff' signs" if that's what you're asking.

When I was 7 my family moved into a really old house. It had a really old toilet and it was its flush that I became afraid of. To me it sounded as if it would explode as it had a rising in pitch sound.

When I needed to go to the toilet, I would just go and not flush it. Is it any wonder I developed IBS at this time?