It used to be needles for me, or more specifically, the act of having blood drawn. Actual phobia-level fear, it would trigger fight-or-flight responses. I could force myself through shots but I could not handle having blood drawn at all. I required blood tests somewhat often due to a medication I was on during my middle school years, and I'd end up fighting the nurses. That changed when I finally ended up with a nurse that wouldn't put up with my shit, lmao.
It was the kick in the butt needed to finally try to force myself to get over it, though. It took YEARS, but I've gotten to the point where I can donate blood now, and I try to do so whenever I can. I think most people can get over their fears, but they also have to be mentally/emotionally willing to expose themselves to it over and over. It was worth it in my case, but it was miserable when I was going through it.


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