Tiffany, Sigh-D on Nostr: In 1999, I was working for American Express and we had a big meeting in Bermuda. The ...
In 1999, I was working for American Express and we had a big meeting in Bermuda. The weather was shit and our plane ended up aborting the landing twice and returning to Newark. People ran to the bathrooms after the pilot announced we wouldn’t be making a third attempt. The flight attendants handed out all the booze. Never had fear of flying before this but I was so messed up I went home because the weather forecast for the next day wasn’t great either. But people who did go made it in safely.
Someone on the island photographed our plane basically coming in sideways and it was in the local paper. One of my colleagues in New York that was on the flight with me made t-shirts that said “I survived Flight 481” (which I still have out of superstition).
After 25 years of “exposure therapy” aka continuing to fly, I don’t break into a cold sweat when landing any more. But I still have my superstitions about flying and get twitchy if an approach gets bumpy.
Not sure what my point is other than it usually doesn’t matter how much work one puts in around processing a trauma, there’s always going to be a little dust in the corners.
Someone on the island photographed our plane basically coming in sideways and it was in the local paper. One of my colleagues in New York that was on the flight with me made t-shirts that said “I survived Flight 481” (which I still have out of superstition).
After 25 years of “exposure therapy” aka continuing to fly, I don’t break into a cold sweat when landing any more. But I still have my superstitions about flying and get twitchy if an approach gets bumpy.
Not sure what my point is other than it usually doesn’t matter how much work one puts in around processing a trauma, there’s always going to be a little dust in the corners.