Suffocation/claustrophobic to the point that, when I'm taking my shirt off and it gets caught over my head on my elbow or something, I start freaking out. My gf pulled the covers over both of heads being cutesy once when we started dating. I shoved her out of the bed. And ladders, #$%# ladders. I can stand at the edge of my rooftop and stare straight down no problem, but ladders suck.