For as long as I can remember I've been a bit claustrophobic, and I suppose that my elevator phobia is an extension of that. I typically deal with it by engaging in avoidance behavior (i.e., taking the stairs whenever possible), while my subconscious plays out my worst fears via nightmares.
Then, I was at a bachelorette party about five years ago in the height of summer in Ft. Lauderdale, FL (read: hot), and we parked at the top of a parking structure. My instinct urged me to bolt for the stairwell, but I ignored my gut and piled in with the other bridesmaids and several strangers (about 15 people total). And then it happened...the elevator got stuck between floors! Everyone reacted to the situation differently, ranging from laughter to tears to heroism. Me? I was crouched down on the ground with my eyes closed, while my cousin (the bride-to-be) was comforting me as I tried to breathe. Firemen rescued us about an hour later.
So, I didn't die. I'm here to type the story, but that elevator trauma has only exacerbated my fear. Luckily, I don't have to explain my phobia when I suggest taking the stairs to whomever I'm with - if they sweat me, I just say it's the more eco thing to do.
-LA Editor Molly...off avoid the elevator at all costs...
Posted by: Caroline | July 21, 2008 at 10:08 AM