Sweetpancake
Mouseketeer
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- Jul 15, 2010
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I've been stuck twice in my lifetime and almost stuck a third time. I feel like I'm in the minority as I have family members who have never experienced this. And of all people, I'm very claustrophobic and my fear is being locked in somewhere where I can't get out. I used to have "elevator" nightmares about once a week but since the pandemic and I've been home so much, they've subsided.
The first time was when I was visiting my aunt with my family at work. She had been workingin this particular building for at least 30 years and riding the elevators every day. I was only 12 and I remember my aunt hyperventilating and banging on the doors. Luckily someone called the elevator up from ground level and we started moving again. Ironically, my aunt had a fear of getting trapped in an elevator as she had been stuck with her mom when she was a child at a department store and she remembers all these old ladies were hitting the doors with their canes and yelling. Sounds traumatizing,lol
The second time was at the Children's Hospital when I had to take my then 6 month old for a procedure. It was just the two of us on a very old elevator and once we reached the basement floor to the parkade, the doors wouldn't open, my absolute nightmare! I tried to keep it together and picked up the emergency phone, thank God someone picked up right away. And after a few minutes, the doors magically opened on their own. Luckily both times I wasn't stuck for very long.
The first time was when I was visiting my aunt with my family at work. She had been workingin this particular building for at least 30 years and riding the elevators every day. I was only 12 and I remember my aunt hyperventilating and banging on the doors. Luckily someone called the elevator up from ground level and we started moving again. Ironically, my aunt had a fear of getting trapped in an elevator as she had been stuck with her mom when she was a child at a department store and she remembers all these old ladies were hitting the doors with their canes and yelling. Sounds traumatizing,lol
The second time was at the Children's Hospital when I had to take my then 6 month old for a procedure. It was just the two of us on a very old elevator and once we reached the basement floor to the parkade, the doors wouldn't open, my absolute nightmare! I tried to keep it together and picked up the emergency phone, thank God someone picked up right away. And after a few minutes, the doors magically opened on their own. Luckily both times I wasn't stuck for very long.