Alzheimer’s/dementia in general. I’m not dealing with it.
Watching my father slowly disappear has made me hyper aware of the temporary nature of my own consciousness.
My mother died of dementia. I’m closing in on 60, so already my mental acuity is on the wane.
And now any time I can’t remember something I kind of stress.
I’ll hopefully not go down that road, but those events scare the hell out of me.
I’ll be honest, if I get dementia - I’m not sticking around
My father said the same thing, often. I say the same now. The reality is more complicated, horribly so.
Dying. I deal with it by trying to postpone that for as long as possible.
I recognize that delaying the inevitable just makes the fear itself possible but I think the alternative is worse.
Being alone.
My biggest fear is ostracism. I deal with it by trying to be a good friend and a good person.
My biggest fear was spiders. I overcame it by learning more about them and learning to appreciate them. Now I actually enjoy the little buggers.
Leaving the people I love with nothing but burdens. When my dad died it made me realize I wasn’t afraid of dying but afraid of dying while realizing I was leaving my family to struggle without me. I will die the same as everyone, and I just hope it’s quick enough to leave behind a life insurance policy, or far enough away I have time to make sure they’ll be financially secure. How I’m dealing with it is poorly because it just leads me to worry about money and bills every second of the day. I’m American, so I don’t see that changing anytime soon.
