The Birth of My Flying Phobia and How I Keep It Under Control

I blame the birth of my flying phobia on three things: university, my friends and family, and the media.


Desert views (Phoenix, AZ to Los Angeles, CA).

I was 24 before I travelled outside of the UK. My first flight ever had been a few months prior, from Birmingham to Glasgow, to see Sum 41 at the 02 Academy and eat haggis in a suspiciously empty Wetherspoons. Nothing had made me feel uneasy about flying, so when my boyfriend and I decided to do a road trip across America, the thought of the eight-hour flight there didn’t bother me at all.

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