I found this article interesting:
Echoing VCS's sentiment, what could possibly be scarey about a cute little frog? Please elaborate on this -- was there a precipitating incident or reason, or have you just instinctively always felt weird about frogs?
Has anyone tried "surprise-shock desensitization"? If you're hesitant about trying this radical technique, and if you have children, just let them find out the object of your particular phobia...
I did, i went back in time and discovered it was a fear of death and a fear of being laughed at and abandonment issues.
I used to love them, we lived by a stream and we would go out and the biggest accolade was given to those who could catch a frog, my speciality was newts (this is all before the stream became polluted).
One day when i was out on an adventure i must have been 9-10 years old at the time and there in the bottom of a pool was the white as a ghost dead body of a rather large frog, sunk and with his belly and legs facing skyward, and all i can remember thinking was, 'that frog is dead'. I think it was the first time i ever faced death that day.
The second incident was that when i was about 10-11 we had this club where we would jump the stream, we would find the highest possitions or the deadliest drops or widest expances and whoever could get from one sid eof the stream to the othe rin one leap would be ranked higher in the clubs hierachy. And one day i decided i was going to take the big boys jump, and leap i did, and fall i did and land in the cold stream i did, and as i sat there and the boys all started to laugh down at me i saw a frog leap from next to me. I cried.
The third time was when i was 12-13, my parents had just been divorced and my mother had found a boyfriend a little to quickly to not raise suspicions, but we were having a barbecue and at tthis time i already feared them rather alot, there was a pond at the bottom of the garden and as i told this new partener of my mothers i did not like the frogs he decided to lift me up off my seat and carry me to the pond where he threatened to throw me in, i screamed, he let me go.
But as i have always found the psychiatrists i have met to be of poor quality i figured this all out my self, death, ridicule, abandonment.
I fixed it all, i no longer fear death, i laugh at myself, and i forgave my mother, i am not sure which was the most dificult.
But i no longer fear frogs even though i still think they are extremely ugly, did the whole desensitivity starting with those poisonous tiny frogs then those cute tree frogs and the others i find i dont have the time for.
Thoes huge Bull frogs or toads i still find offensive, but all for the grace of god, maybe they were created as a vehicle for me to no longer fear death.
But hey who knows when the time comes right?
And that would have just cost me $100 in therapy, so thanks for being free.
You never had a phobia? i know it is a big question, people dont like to talk about what scares them, less talk even of the irrational ones.