Talk:Skelephobia/@comment-142.68.143.53-20171216035419

I have a legitimate phobia of skeletons. When I was a child I stumbled across the exposed skeleton of a toddler. It was at a graveyard on a long-abandoned island in Newfoundland (no dirt--the graves were cairns and the rocks had been disturbed.) I was pretty traumatized by the incident. I'm not afraid of stylized cartoon skeletons like Sans and Papyrus. Realistic drawings, photographs and models terrify me, though. I quickly scrolled past the picture at the top of the page. I didn't have a panic attack, though, as slow exposure therapy has been working. I'm not afraid of things like skeletons coming alive and attacking. It's the DEADNESS and EMPTINESS and that abrupt devastating bludgeon of existential despair at a formative age that causes it. I saw that toddler's skeleton and saw an godless, uncaring world devoid of meaning.