I’m a nervous flyer.
You’ve probably seen me. I’m the girl clinging to her
husband with one hand and gripping the arm rest for dear life with the other. I
don’t let go until we’ve leveled off.
husband with one hand and gripping the arm rest for dear life with the other. I
don’t let go until we’ve leveled off.
Upon landing I like to pretend that my feet are the breaks,
as if pushing my heels into the floor will make the plane slow down.
as if pushing my heels into the floor will make the plane slow down.
Yeah, I’m a nervous flyer and it was only getting worse.
I used to be a great flyer. I flew 6 times in the year
following 9/11. I wasn’t going to let the terrorists win.
following 9/11. I wasn’t going to let the terrorists win.
But then something weird happened, I started getting really
nervous. The moment I would take my seat on the plane I would start thinking
about the opening sequence of the TV show Lost. The plane snapping apart in
two, Evangeline Lily grabbing for her air mask, Matthew Fox saving lives while shirtless on the
beach.
nervous. The moment I would take my seat on the plane I would start thinking
about the opening sequence of the TV show Lost. The plane snapping apart in
two, Evangeline Lily grabbing for her air mask, Matthew Fox saving lives while shirtless on the
beach.
And then I would panic.
Even though Lost has ended and we know that everything
happened on the island was real, I still can’t manage to fly without thinking
about the plane crash.
happened on the island was real, I still can’t manage to fly without thinking
about the plane crash.
That is until this past week when we flew with Jack for the
first time. Sure I was nervous but mostly I was worried about how my little guy
would do. And it turned out that worrying about how he would handle taking off
and landing, erased all thoughts of epic plane crash sequences from my brain.
first time. Sure I was nervous but mostly I was worried about how my little guy
would do. And it turned out that worrying about how he would handle taking off
and landing, erased all thoughts of epic plane crash sequences from my brain.
The plane took off and landed and the only hand I was holding was Jacks. Not
that he needed much hand holding but that is another story.
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I HATE flying with a passion! I have just gotten worse each year. I have two flights next month and I'm just dreading them! I got a prescription for anxiety pills just for those flights–hopefully it works!
I've heard wonderful things about anxiety meds for flights. Good luck!
It's so true, you're so worried about them behaving that you forget to be scared.
That's exactly what happened.
I always loved flying and once I had to start flying with my son it was a whole different ball game. 😉
It is a whole different ball game when you fly with kids.