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Fear of Flying: In Control In Life, Out Of Control In The Airplane

Fear of flying has historically been very complicated to treat. The foundation for fear of flying is different for everybody and part of treating this is learning each person and their own individual experience with fear of flying (and the various ways to respond to it). Most people with flying anxiety don't tend to find things like prepared videos or apps all that helpful. It's very hard to resolve a complex fear like flying with rational facts about how safe flying is, or using general phobia techniques and expecting it to truly access the depth of a person's fear (and the history behind it).

Most phobias, outside of flying anxiety, involve a sense of control. You can be afraid of snakes, driving, bugs, etc., and with each of these you are still on the ground, with the ability to walk away from the moment if it gets too overwhelming and frightening. Typical phobia and anxiety techniques take for granted this element of control still existing. Being in an airplane and the flying environment is very scary for many people to not have this same sense of control.

If you're wanting to learn more, you're welcome to read through my blog and around the internet about my approach for this issue. For this post, however, I'm going to focus on one type of personality that I've seen struggle heavily over the years with fear of flying:

The person who is in control in their daily lives, and most everything involved in their lives, but filled with anxiety and fear when it comes to flying

For the sake of clarity, each person in this group also comes with their own individual history and experience as well. Not everyone in this group has the same foundation, and their fears with flying don't all play out the same.

People who find themselves in this group often refer to themselves as a "control freak". These people tend to flourish with things they can control. Often the financially successful, or the emotional caretakers, the busy and driven, the high-achieving. If you identify in this group, you may have set routines in your daily life that are comfortable and secure; you can (or at least try to) fix issues right away that present themselves either at work or at home. You may find yourself staying busy however you can, with little time to sit and think. In life, you are in control, and when you come across something that is out of your control, this is okay because you can usually ignore or avoid it.

For people in this group, at least two things can often be difficult: relationships, and fear of flying (there are exceptions, so both may not necessarily apply to you). These are two areas where people who thrive with control often find they have very little control. Combined with this is often trust, vulnerability, and intimacy. Again, this may not all apply to every person.

The Vulnerability Of Surrendering Control

When people who are very good at knowing how to be in control in life come up against things that take their own shape, and require emotional flexibility—when you can't just fix the turbulence but have to ride it through—everything can suddenly feel like it's falling apart. When you're in the plane, you can't just leave the plane and you can't stop the turbulence either. This becomes one of the most vulnerable situations for someone who is routinely in control and looks to fix things right away. Having to sit with not being in control and feel incredibly uneasy or even terrifying to the point of panic.

However, this issue isn't as simple as having "control issues". It goes deeper than this. There are reasons that people who are usually in control in life tend to feel the safest when they are in control. This is often because of past experiences that have made uncertain environments feel unsafe, dangerous, and threatening.

The Illusion Of Control, And The Threat Of Sitting In Uncertainty

Every day, we do things in life that could ultimately harm us if things go very wrong. This isn't isolated to the airplane and anxiety around flying. Every time you get in the car, there's no guarantee, but when you're feeling in control of the car, you likely feel safe, no matter how risky driving really is.

When you're used to being in control, or follow a daily life script, and know how to respond in life to the various situations that come up, sitting in the out of control environment can feel like torture. Anything that goes off script—delays, sounds you don't expect, sensations you don't normally experience on the ground, unpredictable people who you don't know around you, emotions you can normally avoid by staying busy, etc.—all can feel threatening. It can feel like the shoe is going to drop and like you're on the verge of catastrophe at any moment. (This can also fuel anticipatory anxiety as a part of you becomes fearful when knowing you're going to enter this kind of environment. The out of control feelings from deeper experiences start to show up when the uncertainty sets in with no quick fix to it).

Fear Of The Flying Environment

When people are afraid of flying, they don't all fear the same parts of flying. However, in this one particular group—the person who is chronically in control in life—the scariest part of flying is often not about actual catastrophe (though for some this is part of it), but rather, the threat is usually having to sit with and feel the fear itself. Not knowing if their emotions—which are usually controlled or avoided—might overwhelm or completely consume them if they don't have room to move. Feeling out of control of the environment is something that brings these often neglected emotions forward, often in the form of panic attacks, or extreme worry and anxiety. This can often be for people who have lived through various types of trauma, or who were raised in a chaotic, abusive, or emotionally neglectful homes where there was an unpredictable parent, or sibling; or someone who's been through bullying, as well.

Surrendering control means vulnerability to harm, not being prepared, and defenseless. In flying anxiety, the airplane environment has a way of tapping into these vulnerabilities. Each person who comes to rely on control as a way of maintaining emotional safety in life develops this mechanism from various experiences, and understanding each person's experience informs what is needed to help be able to surrender control, and to learn to trust that things can still be okay. Maybe not only in flying; maybe also in relationships, and other areas of life too.

It Is Possible To Overcome Fear Of Flying

Flying anxiety and flying phobia impacts many people, and it's not only with the personality I described above. All types of people can be afraid to fly. However, it is possible to overcome this issue. I have seen people do it on a regular basis.

#fearofflying #flyinganxiety #Agoraphobia #PanicAttacks #Claustrophobia #MentalHealth #Anxiety

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I'm a mutt

I love comic books and larping and MTG and fantasy books about dystopian worlds unfit for the style of procreation we know of in our world. I also really love drawing my character when I play table top games. My favorite game is Pugmire. I'm a major geek.
I also love brunch, mimosas, window shopping, Broadway musicals, and canapes and tapas and basically I love finger food. I'm a big gay boy. Yaaaassss
I have discovered that I enjoy country rock music, dirt roads, fishing for bullfrogs, and barnyard photo shoots. I don't know what that makes me.
My wife doesn't want noise while she's working but she wants me near so I speak her love language with my Bluetooth headphones on and I'm listening to music and scrolling through Facebook like a sort of deaf man at a metal concert trying to read the ASL interpreter but I think she speaks French. It's called parallel play. I am not autistic but I'd be a lousy partner if I didn't want to meet her halfway.
Oh and have I mentioned how very medically special I am? I've got a rare disease and an even more rare resurgence after I had surgery to remove the offending lump. Fun times.
I like coffee. And coffee shops. And open mic events where I can read my poetry. And Johnny Cash and Frank Sinatra and the rat pack. I'm fancy.
I love BBQ brisket and hushpuppers and fried okra and boiled or fried cabbage. I've got a Southern heart.
I am part of the alternative adult sexuality community known as leather puppies. I love dressing up like a great big fluffy puppy who strives to make my owner happy and I love keeping her safe.
I'm Ace. It's been really difficult for me because I'm in a very stable happy relationship with my dearest wifey and I'm always afraid I'm never gonna be able to have physical intimacy again cuz my mind is a bully. Every time I get close my panic attack kicks in and I am useless until my Ace hardware starts functioning again. I'm broken but loved and I love with my whole butt. I'd say heart but my butt is bigger. And she likes my great big glutious derriereacus.
I'm a lover of nature but I don't hump trees. Without consent.
I have a lot of trinkets baubles and thingamajigs. So basically I'm either a witch or a raven. If you give me coffee I will give you something shiny.
So yeah. Totally a mutt.

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Hi, my name is bluebird_410. I'm here because I just had something on my heart that I wanted to share. Last March 10, 2025 I was spinning out of control and in the midst of a panic attack, I overdosed. I was on the phone with the suicide hotline unable to breathe, heart racing and shaking half to death. The panic would not stop. It was relentless. I told the person talking to me that I needed to calm down so I took a clonazepam- yes prescribed. It didn’t work. I continued taking them until I had consumed 10. By then the police were at my house along with the paramedics. I was out of it and told them that I had taken 10 pills. I also tried to convey to them the other medicines I was on. During this attempt apparently I said I had taken 8 tramadol. I was trying to tell them I took 2. It was put in my medical records as an opioid overdose with suicidal intent. That was not the case. It was an diazepam accidental overdose. Having this in my medical records has destroyed me because no doctor wants to prescribe decent medications that might work to ease my severe chronic pain, I understand why - their license that they worked so hard for would be on the line. It is sad that no doctor seems to believe in me now and no one will provide me with medicines that work. 7/10 is my daily pain score on just about every day. I remember the medics gave me Narcan and I did not respond. If it was an opioid overdose I would have. Furthermore, I did not want to die. If I had I wouldn’t have been on the phone with the suicide hotline person in the first place. I just wanted the panic to stop and to be able to breathe. Now whenever someone looks at me they see what I did and not who I am. It hurts, the stigma hurts. Instead of trying to help me, everyone judges me. Doctors look at me funny and nurses patronize me. Everyone wants to help in general but the sad reality is no one is there when someone like me comes back out of that rabbit hole. Those who say they want to help should see the person who needs help as a whole person or they will finally succeed in acting out their intent. People like me need a community of love and forgiveness not anger, I don’t have anyone except my husband who helps as much as he can. I am bipolar. I was diagnosed at 12. I am a survivor of severe childhood trauma. I am the child in the book who wore long clothes in the summer to hide the bruises, who didn’t believe in herself because she was told on a daily basis how stupid she was - the one that everyone stayed away from and laughed at because of her smelly hand me down clothes. You probably would have laughed and stayed away yourself. Everyone did. My childhood was lonely. Now I spend many days writhing in agony because I can’t get necessary pain meds because lots of the medical community think I am just out to score. I am not and my proof is I still have a box of tramadol a year and a half later. I would not still have these medications if I was an addict. I use them sparingly and am terrified about what I will have to endure when they run out. I have been judged, found wanting and abandoned. I know the inability to get necessary pain medications is my fault, but the failure of others to listen and take the time to really see me is not. I have decided to share this deeply personal moment in my life because I want to advocate for those who are mentally ill. My bipolar disorder is part of what makes me who I am. I have bad days - really bad days and I have good ones. My new primary care doctor is trying to get my medications straight. For 20 years I was so heavily drugged I was not myself and drug interactions existed from doctors carelessly prescribing drugs without taking the time to look at the other medications I was on. I left my psychiatrist for this reason and I am actively seeking a new one - one who doesn’t violate HIPPA by talking so loudly about me that I can hear him in the halls while waiting for my turn to see him in an empty room. I am not the only patient he talks or complains about either. I am seriously considering TMS to rewire my brain and fight the depression and fight my fibromyalgia. My POTS and malabsorption syndrome I guess I will just have to live with forever. Chronic illness is no joke. I am not looking for anything except support. Please see past the stigma. Please help those who fight mental illness everyday without pointing the finger and laughing at who they are. I hope as a community we can stand together and educate bringing awareness about those who are different and ways to meet those individuals needs. Being me is tough but I wouldn’t trade being me for all the world. Thanks for reading and God bless. If anyone reading has thoughts of self harm please call the suicide hotline or get help. I may live with stigma but at least I will get to see another day. Thank you.

#MightyTogether #Anxiety #Depression #BipolarDisorder #Migraine #Fibromyalgia #PTSD

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Today is just not a good day. I really wanted to go to the mall. Stupid migraine from hell.

I'm absolutely miserable today. My tummy hurts so much and my head is pounding. My vision has been really off and double. I'm furious about how my strabismus surgeon won't help me.
I had a panic attack today. I clipped my nails so I wouldn't rip them off. I've been sitting on the couch with Pauley for about 4 hours and she didn't seem to notice I was struggling. So I dunno.
I'm feeling very sad. I'm also feeling very alone.

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Good morning, Today is Saturday September 5th.

⚠️Childhood enmeshment teaches you to survive by managing everyone else's emotional weather while permanently abandoning your own. #Anxiety #CPTSD #BPD #Enmeshment #Trauma #NoBoundaries #Family #Moms #dads #neglect #PanicAttacks

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