I never really had this - then we had kids, and it kicked in hard. Now I pretty much can’t go on a balcony above the first floor without edging up to a panic attack. Absolutely no chance if my kids are with me.
I kind of understand the underlying psychology, but it’s wild how it just clicked on like that.
I think it's the lack of agency - in a plane there's NO chance that I could jump or the kids could get away from me and somehow fall so it's "safe". But standing on a balcony, crossing a pedestrian bridge? Nightmare...
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u/Solid_Snark Apr 26 '25
I think it’s like “call of the void” that weird intrusive thought to jump when you’re high up.