Don't Look Down... But I Just Have To!I don't feel too guilty about fearing heights, it's sensible and evolutionary.
I don't have many problems with natural highs - up trees, on mountains, peering over cliffs - it's the man-made stuff that really gets to me. Tightropes between skyscrapers would be my worst scenario. I've flown, with occasional stomach slumps when I suddenly realise where I am, and that's not too bad. I'm not sure if I'd stop myself doing something through fear of being up high? It's unlikely anyone will offer me a high paying job cleaning the pigeon crap off of cranes so it's fairly harmless fear.
But, to practice, if I stare at this photograph for a couple for seconds, my shoulders hunch, I get a bubble of nothingness filling my head a few inches above my eyes. Something dead slides slowly down my spine. I know I could never do this. Never. This is what my nightmares are like.