I used to, when I was younger, but gradually became more and more nervous about it. Now, in my 50's, I'm basically terrified of getting on a plane. I have resorted to using drugs (Xanax) in order to cope, and even with that, I'm resigned to the fact that we're probably going to die in a fiery crash before reaching our destination. I hate flying like a zombie, but I have little choice, other than driving. I also hate driving long distances. If it means sitting in a car for over 6 hours, I'll force myself to get on the plane. I love our vacations though, so I keep putting myself through this hell. Has anyone found something that helps with this kind of anxiety? I'm so envious of people that enjoy flying.
I'm sure you know statistics as well as anyone - flying is one of the safest ways to travel , much safer that driving, blah, blah. blah. But your emotions and your intellectual understanding don't match up?? You're definitely not alone. Is lack of control is a big issue for you? Understandable since you're giving your fate into the hands of someone you've never met.
I'm not at all afraid to fly commercially anymore, not even a little bit. I used to be, but gradually all my fears drifted away. I know that one thing that helped me a lot was, when I got on the plane and sat down, I would tell myself that
I made the choice to get on the plane, and therefore for the duration of the flight,
I would choose to accept the consequences, whatever they were. If I died, I died, but statistically I probably wouldn't. I know it sounds weird, but thinking that made me feel more in control of the experience, because
I was making the choice. No one dragged me onto the plane, and if I chose not to fly next time, ok. But this time I made the choice to be there, so I might as well sit back and accept my choice. It wasn't an immediate, dramatic turnaround, but the more I chose the consequences, and I didn't die, the more it sank into me emotionally that maybe the statistics might be right.
As I became a little less terrified, it began to make sense to me that the flight crew - pilots and flight attendants - probably didn't want to die anymore than I did. Would they really be able to handle coming to work day after day if they thought for one minute that there was an excellent chance that they would never see their families again after today? It's kind of like going through routine surgery. It really helps to realize that, while this is a sometime thing for you, for the surgeon or pilot or flight attendant, it's just another day at the office.
Good luck!
