Most people think frogs are cute, some think they are ugly, and others don't care either way. And then there are those who have learned to be phobic of them, and I am one on the list.
I’ve never been scared to frogs since childhood. I remembered playing with the toads in the garden under the rain to dissecting frogs during my biology class. Not until I experienced one shameful incident.
One summer vacation, after skinny dipping (yeah right!) in the pacific beach, I went to a mucky toilet for a shower. Had no choice but to tarry myself for an hour in this makeshift booth, mindfully aware of the existence of sneakers. There are a lot of holes enough to expose your naked glory. Haha … As if any one dares? Anyways, I still revealed myself since I am not comfy bathing in any suit. Mind you, this isn’t a public bath. Now halfway my shower time, the lights went off – brownout! So I had to endure sightless scrubbing and swabing all the way through. Then there’s a rock hard thing I felt near my foot. Knowing that I am on the beach, I presume that it’s nothing but a hard rock. I took no heed to this thing until I heard chorus of croaking and ribbits! Damn! Frogs really calls to attract me. (Are they aware I’m in the nude?) Imagine yourself in the middle of nothingness, blind and naked in a 2x2 sq meter room, this one really frightens me… a lot. I still paid no attention to it and continued with the rubbing. I dropped my soap (this strikes a lot of uncool incidents); I worked my hand to this jagged floor (untiled) until I reached the boulder. Followed by higher pitch rum of a frog calling for distress and in a very unfortunate coincidence (I must say), the light turns back on. Waaah! A bull frog at sight! I yelled my lungs out! Too loud that I caught the attention of my Dad and my siblings nearby. Then a sudden tranquility as I unruffled myself and composed like a statue wary of the bull frog a feet far from me. I am still covered with soap suds! I have yet to rinse myself. I grabbed the dipper to surge an amount of water enough to douse the suds and more importantly, to produce less noise. Gods must be sleeping by then! The frog leaps closer to me. Ribbit! Ribbit! Oh my … I was overwhelmed with panic! Another leap then there goes an outburst of adrenalin rush; I’m out in a flash! I went out of the room exposing my entirety for all to gaze! (Yeah, I forgot to grab a towel but a dipper). I didn’t even guard my thingy with a dipper as that would only add up to a more disgraceful scene. (Ironic!) So I calmly walked my way to our room … unclothed. Spectators are in awe with dread and respect. (Besides, no one knows me.)
So there, end of my ignominy, shameful!
Since then, I am extremely repulsed by a sight of them. This rational fear of this harmless being is unbearable, not to mention, embarrassing. I honestly can’t stand looking at them on TV or in pictures, I don’t even dare like learning or talking about them because it only adds to my fear. The worst thing is that even when I drive, I cannot consciously step over one, I had countless of close road accidents by moving from their way.
Frogs are also a bad omen, some says. And I was also told that frog’s weewee (urine) may give you warts! I am totally terrified of these “harmless” creatures.
I now have a deep seated fear of frogs. The world was in love with frogs since Kermit. Everyone, that is, but me.
Frogs aren't even cuddly, they don't have a nice tenor voice, and they are really slimy. I even wonder why the Brothers Grimm’s “Frog Prince” draws a kiddie-wide attention by having a spoiled princess kiss a slimy eewy frog? They don't really invite kisses from fairy princesses! Well, perhaps this tale really is a story about facing fears and moving beyond being afraid of a frog and overcoming your phobia once and for all. But I doubt if I’d still l watch the upcoming Disney film adaptation “The Princess and the Frog” this year. What’s amazing is that the princess also transformed into a frog. Oh my … the “Royal Frogs”. What is happening?!
Still I can't find a way to overcome this fear as I am not even close to be willing to see this creatures.
I hate them big time!
Anyone? Share your part!
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mine's a violent reaction to live toads, my initial reaction when seeing one would be to kill it on sight (!!!). unfortunately if i did (so many times before), it just leaves me more disgusted seeing guts all over.
I'm an avid camper and encounter them all the time. a control mechanism of mine is to say something like "i'm urinating, get out of my way!" it takes a while to muster the strength, but a satisfactory kick that sends them flying makes me feel better.
but now, just thinking about them leaping over the grass. grrr makes me shiver with disgust, eery!
First it was 'Okay, i see it, just avoid it' but then it just steadily got worse. Prom night was terrible. I was in these bazillion inch heels, sitting on a little grass mound next to the road having a heart-to-heart conversation with my prom date, some real touching stuff, when it was all ruined. I saw this little blob jump off of the path about five metres from us into the road. Bare in mind it was really dark, so terror factor goes up by a thousand. I got up and threw myself across to the other side of the road, regardless of traffic, screeching like a banshee. My date was looking so confused and then i pointed out the frog. He goes up to it and I scream at him that it's playing dead and it will hurt him. When he pokes it with a stick it jumps and he squeals like a little girl and joins me on the other side of the road like a spooked cheeta. I gotta type this all out before I pass out so I'm not giving a care about tenses. So it jumped towards the middle of the road towards us, so we run further away but into the road. Like bang in the middle too, having this stare down like it was an angry sabertooth. Thank the Gods my dad drove by then so we jumped into teh car and made a getaway.
Above is just one of my encounters. There are so many more, I have the worst luck. Another bad one was when my Dad opened the back door, which is right next to the cumputer, and one jumped in whilst i was on it. It jumped under the desktop and i yet again screamed bloody murder. My parents cant seem to comprehend the intensity of my fears of them because once my Dad had caught it he tried to make me hold it as if it would help me. I ran up the stairs, went into my parents bedroom, locked the door and barricaded it, stuffing the little gap under the door with their freshly cleaned and ironed clothes. I was in survival mode. I didn't come out for two hours. All i did was sob and scream at my Mum to go away because I was convinced it was in her hands and she was going to give it to me once i opened the door.
I can't walk across the field from work at night anymore. I can't go out in the rain. I can't go to the outside fridge, I can't go to the sunlounge. I couldn't even go into the dogs food bag because it was in the sunlounge and i couldn't see in the bag well enough to know if one was in there or not. I had to pour it from a distance. I opened the door and screamed at my own reflection in a puddle of water thinking it was one of them today. I jump and jostle at every movement in my peripheral when either of the doors is open. Ranidaphobia is taking a serious hold on my life now.
Just now, when i let the dogs out whilst writing this? I saw one jump away from my running dogs into the cornere of the sunlounge right next to the fridge. My puppy tried to pick it up. I thank the gods that the one time she listens to a command it was today. I told her to leave it and she did. She's getting the biggest motherfucking treat i tell you.
I can't live like this. It isn't right.
I'm a young girl from Denmark and I believe that I have Ranidaphobia, but i'm not sure..
It started when i was on a class trip to the Czech Republic(this was in 6th grade and I am now in 9th grade). We were all out in the rainy forest, jumping over rocks, climbing mountains and so on, when me and my group walked past a lake where there was a bunch of frogs/toads on top of each other rolling around and jumping around. I had never, ever in my intire life seen something so scary as that! I was horrified of the site of them. Them one of the bigger boys from my class took me on his back and took me back to the hotel.
Ever since that i have been afraid of frogs/toad.
My symptoms:
When I am outside I double tjek the stones to see if they are frogs.
Every other of my dreams are about frogs.
I get scared from just seeing a picture of a frog and so on...
I hope someone can tell me if I have Ranidaphobia.. please! (:
take care out there..
Keep your experiences coming!
I don't know when I developed this fear.. I remember about 10 years ago, as I was leaving the house, a frog jumped in.. I was in a rush, so I told my brother and sister to please get it out.. I came back, and forgot to ask them about it.. about 5 or 6 years later, I jumped up from bed, shaking and freaking out.. I asked my sister what happened to the frog.. whether they got it out or if it still was in the house.. she didn't remember.. I called my brother who was out of state to ask him.. and he laughed at me..
anyway, everytime I think about frogs, or see one.. or find myself walking near grass at night... I have to say "FROGS! FROGS! FROGS! FROGS!" tha'ts the only way I can calm myself down.. it lasts for about 30 minutes until the fear subsides but..
I absolutely hate frogs and rats... I would sooner wrestle with a bear than walk in the same hallway with a frog and a rat.. I would DIE!
I also hate flying and jumping insects.. they are too unpredictable. I'd rather a giant cannibalistic bird attack me than a fucking flying insect.. at least, I know the bird wants to eat me... and I can land blows at it.. but anyway, nothing matches my fear of frogs..
I need a frog repellent.. I would pay serious money