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I came to a realization some time ago that I don't fear heights.
I do, however, fear falling.
A lot.
Like, I have a hard time with footstools and ladders ... BP goes up, respirations and pulse become rapid ... as well as extremely high places that one might conventionally think of as places to be afraid of.
I've been up the CN Tower in Toronto, for example. I was a headcase in the exterior glass elevator, but once I got onto the observation deck and realized that there was no way in hell that I was going to be dropping off the thing like Dar Robinson ... I really enjoyed the experience.
That's when I made the fear of heights/fear of falling distinction in my own head.
But that doesn't make changing a lightbulb or the smoke detector batteries any easier for me.
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