I can't stand small holes of anykind.The smaller they are the worse I am.I first found out I had this phobia of them when I was around 8, my brother and I were walking on a fallen tree and I looked down and saw woodpecker holes everywhere.I remember I started to feel warm and the next thing I know I woke up laying on the ground.My brother said I turned red started to sway and passed out.From then on whenever I saw small holes, bagels opened or a cumcumber with missing seeds etc. I would begin to feel really sick,flushed and if I kept looking I would pass out.I thought for along time it was just another quirky thing about me because know one had ever heard of this phobia.Recently however I looked it up and sure enough there are others out there however there is no name for a fear of holes.If anyone else experiences anything like this let me know I would really like to hear from ya and know how they make you feel.T>
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