sortoflikeheaven
Senior Member
Hi there, the reason I am writing this is basically that I have a real old phobia of having things (like a scarf, necklace, what-have-you) around my neck and the feeling of not being able to breath. Besides from this I am actually a person who is considered by others to be in harmony with myself, not someone who is stressed out easily and not someone who does not want to try new things. It is just when ever I come in a situation, and it does not even have to be me - it can be someone else; I get real alerted and keep my eyes on the person, let's say a child, who is wearing a scarf or eating something that it might get choked on and so forth (even if others don't see this threat the way I do).
When I was a child I would, to my parent's anger, actually destroy necklaces so I would not have to wear them. Anyhow I've done pl regressions and found a long line to explain why I have this unexplained fear. One when I experienced being a female in the midst of the witch era and seeing women hanging, women I cared for, and thought I would be next. Back in the late 1890's and 1900 century I experienced being a suffragette who was being force fed - which gave one the feeling of not being able to breath. Then in the 1920's a young female (student) who drowned in a lake. I think I basically got cramps all of a sudden and that was why I could not get to the boat and no one heard or saw me either (and this has taught me the hard way not to go swimming alone, I still love to swim).
Then it was a life near Hollywood when an enraged, a bit drunk I'd say and jealous strong ex surprised me, attacked me one evening as I was coming home; ending up with him having me on my back, sat on top of me and starting to strangle me. Before the physical attack had begun it started with him snarling that he was gonna "get that man's touch away from you" so apparently he thought I was involved with someone else. I was trying to escape to no use and then to get his hands of my throat, which did not help, and before I went out I was in deep despair and gasped the name of my child. Then I was outside my own body and by now he had gotten off me, pulled me up and started to hold me, starting to sob.
This voice - out of nowhere - said to me in a decisive way "You are not suppose to be here" and I was sort of pushed right back to the body again. After these experiences my phobia is not gone, but I appreciate getting the reasons why it is so strong. It has eased up a bit, though.
Anyone else who has discovered this or is this too abnormal? Should I not be completely free from it? What am I doing wrong? Appreciate comments
When I was a child I would, to my parent's anger, actually destroy necklaces so I would not have to wear them. Anyhow I've done pl regressions and found a long line to explain why I have this unexplained fear. One when I experienced being a female in the midst of the witch era and seeing women hanging, women I cared for, and thought I would be next. Back in the late 1890's and 1900 century I experienced being a suffragette who was being force fed - which gave one the feeling of not being able to breath. Then in the 1920's a young female (student) who drowned in a lake. I think I basically got cramps all of a sudden and that was why I could not get to the boat and no one heard or saw me either (and this has taught me the hard way not to go swimming alone, I still love to swim).
Then it was a life near Hollywood when an enraged, a bit drunk I'd say and jealous strong ex surprised me, attacked me one evening as I was coming home; ending up with him having me on my back, sat on top of me and starting to strangle me. Before the physical attack had begun it started with him snarling that he was gonna "get that man's touch away from you" so apparently he thought I was involved with someone else. I was trying to escape to no use and then to get his hands of my throat, which did not help, and before I went out I was in deep despair and gasped the name of my child. Then I was outside my own body and by now he had gotten off me, pulled me up and started to hold me, starting to sob.
This voice - out of nowhere - said to me in a decisive way "You are not suppose to be here" and I was sort of pushed right back to the body again. After these experiences my phobia is not gone, but I appreciate getting the reasons why it is so strong. It has eased up a bit, though.
Anyone else who has discovered this or is this too abnormal? Should I not be completely free from it? What am I doing wrong? Appreciate comments
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