Jennifer Anniston, Sandra Bullock and Whoopi Goldberg all have something in common with me: we've been afraid to fly.
The difference is that I'm getting over it - and I wish everyone else who hyperventilates at the thought of a plane could feel the liberation of finally flying without fear.
It took me years to be able to get on a plane without almost throwing up in terror but those days are gone. I'm more scared of roads than I am of skies.
I'm not even sure how it happened.
I come from a family of air force pilots. I flew when I was a baby. In college I would book the 'long way' home to enjoy the extra landings and takeoffs.
Somewhere along the line it all went terribly wrong. I began cancelling holidays with friends so I wouldn't have to fly; I'd sail - even though I hate water, almost drowned once and can't swim; I'd take lots of pills and knock myself out; or I'd fork out the extra money when I could and fly Business Class - because somehow Business Class doesn't crash, right?
My job, first as a journalist and then as a development worker for the UN, meant I had to fly not just in 'safe' places but into corners of Africa and Asia where castoff planes went to die, rust and smoke themselves into a heap.
I was going to have to get a grip on this.
To figure out how to fix this agonizing fear, I first had to find out what it was.
Was it really aerophobia, also called aviophobia? Or was it claustrophobia? Or fear of heights? (I am afraid of heights so that would make sense.) Was it fear of not being in control? (Hah - now we're talking.) Motion sickness? I do get ill when things move so yes, tick that box too. Fear of the unknown? Yes. Flying over water? Oh yes! (I feel a lot safer when there's land below - you know, land where you can land?)
I wasn't afraid of panic attacks or of terrorism; as a journalist I went to some relatively untamed places and sometimes, the flights scared me far more than guns and mortars.
I wondered whether some past event had triggered my fear but no, I couldn't find anything specific - just memories of terrible flights... approaching the runway sideways in London in high winds... smoke in the cabin flying out of Vientiane... a door that wouldn't close in Nigeria... scary, but no.
Perhaps what really shook me was turbulence. I knew it was a normal part of flying but when trapped in a small aluminium cage 10,000m into the atmosphere it felt anything but normal.
I get that. The moment we'd hit a gentle bump my heart would slap against my rib cage and a rock the size of a basketball would lodge in my chest, forcing my breath to build up until it pushed tears out of my eyes. If turbulence got worse, I got worse.
I would look around and yes, I'd see a few white knuckles but that lady over in 32C, she was reading, and that man in front of me, he was ASLEEP. Meantime I was thinking of my mother and brother, whom I'd never see again, and I hadn't even made out a will and my finances were a mess and I didn't believe in the afterlife and I was so so scared I promised I would lose weight/save money/call home often if only, just this once, I could land safely.
And then there's lightning, my other great fear. I was caught in what seemed to be an electrical storm over Java one night and could see tendrils of light sizzling everywhere. I know pilots fly at least 20 miles from the center of a storm but I swear I could reach out and touch the bolts. The plane was filled with Dutch tourists and you know you should worry when even the solid and composed Dutch begin screaming.
My other brush with lightning was a bit of a shock because it occurred below me over northern Spain on my way to Galicia. The clouds were black and I don't use that word with any literary exaggeration. Black. Not dark grey. Beneath the plane they would light up every second or two, long fingers of fire reaching further below to where I couldn't see, possibly to strike an unsuspecting tree, home or hiker. The storm ended magically where land met water at the edge of Iberia and we arrived shaken, not stirred.
You may be scared of different things - it doesn't matter. Fear is fear. It's irrational and very personal. There is no single solution, but a combination of things that, put together, can help.
Having identified my trigger points - turbulence and to a slightly lesser extent lighting - I set about trying to wrestle my enemies to the ground. As a Taurean I was systematic and did things in order, color-coded lists and all. If you happen to be crouched on the ground right now and clutching a teddy bear between two unoccupied rows hoping no one will notice, you might try some of these tactics too.
This was the single most important step I took to change my flights from terror to joy. I started talking to pilots (they gather in online forums, just like travelers) and to air safety experts.
I learned that turbulence is natural, normal and... not dangerous for the plane.
It will NOT fall out of the sky.
If you'd like something slightly more scientific and knowledgeable, here's Patrick Smith's answer on Ask the Pilot. The following two analogies worked when I pictured them in my mind:
Turbulence warning: It won't hurt the plane but accounts for most human injuries - from luggage falling, trays flying, heads banging...
Lightning, believe it or not, is also normal and strikes more often than you might think (not that this will help your fears in any way). You'll be fine. Here's why:
But planes still fall out of the sky, don't they?
Not often. The number of plane accidents and fatalities is tiny. When a plane has an accident, the media keeps it rolling 24/7 because many people die at the same time, in a dramatic, often unfathomable way. Crashes that remain unexplained haunt us for years to come.
But if we look at the numbers all that noise is not really justified.
Convinced? Hope you're getting there.
Despite these numbers people remain afraid of flying. Recent studies estimate that about one-quarter of all flyers still wish they were anywhere but on a plane.
The more I know about my flight the safer I feel up there. If it's a mess, with bumps and noise and lightning, I'd like the captain to get on the intercom and tell me not to worry, that everything will be fine. It's a bit like a doctor's bedside manner: it can make all the difference.
Some pilots - the Brits especially - are wonderful airline communicators. Others - I'm thinking Spanish and Swiss airlines here - forget there's a planeload of passengers riding along behind them and rarely say anything. I remember one flight from Dakar to Madrid which tossed our little plane around like paper in the wind. Most of the passengers were African and many looked as though this was their first flight. Some were crying; others were praying. It would have been nice for the captain to spend 15 seconds calming people down and if he didn't have 15 seconds to spare, then we were in worse trouble than I thought.
The panic and clammy hands and rapid heartbeat, at least for me, used to start well before my gate number was posted (and yes, I tend to get to the airport early, very early, 2-3 hours before my flight at least).
There is plenty I've learned to do beforehand that will help get rid of that basketball on my chest. Any one of these actions can help.
Speaking of relaxing, there are many little things you can do. They range from practising mindfulness to reading an inspirational and riveting book to meditating or listening to audio books. Just get your mind off the flight and into something else. Buy a meditation book if you've never tried this - the exercises will both divert your attention and keep you relaxed.
If you're more of an audio woman, Fly Without Fear (if you still have a CD Player - otherwise you can also find it in iTunes) gets good reviews, although I've only listened to a few snippets.
I've also, with practice, become acceptably good at seeing movies in my mind - you may have heard of that exercise in which you pretend you're watching a movie reel and put whatever you want on it?
My movie reel usually has me at my destination. If I'm headed to Paris my movie reel will have the requisite Eiffel Tower and Montmartre but it will also have me ripping apart a baguette, dipping a biscuit in a cup of chocolate chez Paul, picking up a book at Shakespeare and Co or window shopping on the Rue de Rivoli. It will be so real I can smell the croissants in the boulangerie.
Most inflight entertainment systems have some kind of meditation or relaxation exercises. Do them. Don't neglect the physical relaxation exercises and the breathing: a tense body does not make for a relaxed mind.
Reams of paper and millions of pixels have been expended writing about destressing to fly so I won't redo that research but will say that finding a way to calm yourself before you get on the flight is one of the best ways to put that pre-flight time to good use.
If you absolutely cannot do this on your own, there's always chemical help. I've gone that route and while meds have helped me get on the plane, I was pretty much useless getting off. Not helpful if you're traveling for work and have to make sense a few hours after landing.
Go talk to your doctor and see if she says sedatives or sleeping pills are in your future. Some prescribe beta blockers to reduce anxiety or antidepressants - but again, that's between you and your doctor.
On overnight flights I have found sleeping pills helpful, but only if the flight actually flies overnight; if it doesn't I'll end up jetlagged and to me that's even worse.
Some people think not eating will actually relax them. Evidence points the other way and the common wisdom now is eat, drink and be merry. Well, eat and drink at least.
I usually eat a full meal before flying because most airplane food is awful and the last thing I need to worry about is a grumbling stomach.
If you plan to eat in-flight, here are a few tips:
Some years ago Swissair offered a weekend fear of flying course. The first day was spent in a conference room, learning theory (it's normal for planes to lift off and wiggle!) and talking to flight attendants about their own experience.
One particularly enthusiastic lady almost had me screaming as she swooned, "I loooove to fly, so beautiful up in the sky!" Yep, and if I thought that, I wouldn't be spending my Saturday locked in here with you. The next day was 'graduation': you got to fly to Zurich and back! Fly when I don't have to?? I don't think so.
So I failed the course, becoming a statistic in the process (99% of attendees beat their fear of flying after this course - I was the 1%). That said, think about it:
99% of the class passed - I hear they even
enjoyed their flight!
There's every chance - 99 in 100, actually - that you will pass the course.
A course might just what you need, or maybe just the book version.
And now, here's what worked best for me.
This doesn't mean my way is the best way, but it does mean you have to test everything until you find something that works.
I have many friends who swear by hypnosis. It worked well for them, but I tried something else.
I used EFT.
This is a simple tapping called Emotional Freedom Technique: you tap your fingers gently around your eyes, lips and neck - there's a system and you just follow along, or you can go to a professional EFT practitioner.
I wish I had an exciting story to tell about how over time I slowly eased into EFT and after nearly insurmountable problems and a few setbacks, including a few horrifying flights, I was finally cured. That would have made a far better story but reality was different.
I tried it for a few sessions. Little by little, the anxiety began to lift. I went from terrified to nervous to irritated.
And then I had a wonderful surprise.
I was flying to Geneva and a friend of mine, a pilot for a European airline, got me into the cockpit for the flight.
And it was the most fun I've ever had!
I finally realized that what had scared me was not knowing! Not knowing what was going on during turbulence. Not knowing what was going on when the engines revved up. Not knowing how to decipher the look on a flight attendant's face.
My two hours in the cockpit dispelled all those fears. I was encouraged to ask questions. Each time something strange happened, I was told what it was and why.
I'm now convinced my phobia was about CONTROL - my inability to control the situation, of course, but my ignorance of it.
So now, given what I know, I think I've solved the issue of fear of flying, not just for me but for everyone. If I were in charge of global aviation and I wanted people to actually enjoy flying (and fly more often as a result), here's what I would do:
All right, so a few of these might be a tad unrealistic but... why not?
You've read this far and your heart is still beating to the sound of conga drums but you're on the flight, buckled in and yes, girl, you've made it! The doors are closing and you are STAYING ON that flight! Just remember...
I'm still not the happiest person in the world when I fly and I'll probably never swoon at the thought of hovering above the clouds. But... it's OK. Not bad. Sometimes even fun. My nails don't dig into anyone anymore. I can breathe, and at times even enjoy the view.
And my life isn't shortened anymore by the stress I used to feel each time I had to fly. Now I'm just grateful to get to the airport because my chances of having an accident on the way there are higher than those of having an accident in the air.
Once I'm at the airport, I feel the most dangerous part of the journey is finally out of the way.
Have you ever been afraid of flying and how do you cope with it?