Getting kicked out of university and planes
Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 7:25 pm
I remember having nightmares of getting kicked out of the university. It was my last chance to submit my bachelor thesis (which was rejected twice in a row) and I was a little sad seeing all of my friends already with jobs and graduated and me still a student, with money issues at home and jobless. So I had nightmares of not succeding, of not finishing the university and not getting a job and not being able to help my mom with the house expenses. There were not scary nightmares, in the sense there weren't monsters or such, but they were scary because they felt real. I was in therapy for a year and I learned how to cope better with frustration and how to improve my social skills.
Right now I don't have nightmares anymore, asides when my mom travels inside the country because of her job (she's a doctor). I hate planes and I freaking hate when she has to take a plane. I can't sleep at all until she calls me phone saying she arrived safely. I have nightmares of plane crashes so the best is just to try to relax myself and wait for her call. I think it's because the dad of one of my classmates at my school died on a plane crash (Aeroperu Flight 603, you can google it) and I have been terrified of planes since that time. The ironical thing is that I'm the most calm in my family about planes: my sister has fear of flying (said classmate had a little sister in her class so I'm guessing it's because of it too: we were 9 and 5 years old at the time) and my mom is no better, she has to take pills to stay calm.
Right now I don't have nightmares anymore, asides when my mom travels inside the country because of her job (she's a doctor). I hate planes and I freaking hate when she has to take a plane. I can't sleep at all until she calls me phone saying she arrived safely. I have nightmares of plane crashes so the best is just to try to relax myself and wait for her call. I think it's because the dad of one of my classmates at my school died on a plane crash (Aeroperu Flight 603, you can google it) and I have been terrified of planes since that time. The ironical thing is that I'm the most calm in my family about planes: my sister has fear of flying (said classmate had a little sister in her class so I'm guessing it's because of it too: we were 9 and 5 years old at the time) and my mom is no better, she has to take pills to stay calm.