Overcoming the Fear of Flying

fear of flying Just a short post today between “trips”.  Last Thursday I arrived home after a week in California with my “Aspies”.  We journeyed West for a church conference.  Four days of mingling with thousands of folks from our church was quite a social experience.  I gave my girls the choice to go or stay home.  They chose to go.  Flying across the country for the first time was a “scary” new thing.   Before we left I built up the experience and tried to explain what all would happen so there would be no surprises.  I let them pack their own bags (When they weren’t around I did a little re-packing 🙂 My 16 years packed mostly sensory toys and her weighted blankets and pillows. 🙂 We had a talk about how limited our luggage was so the blankets (except for a tiny one) stayed home.  She could choose two sensory toys, ( a squish ball and a little plastic thing she could bend in all directions)  It was a good trip!

I watched the look of terror on my 16 yr old’s face as the pressure of the plane taking off pushed her back in her seat.  Soon we were up in the air for a very smooth ride.  She loved it.  The three sisters shared a seat and tuned in to their i-pods.  Now she’s overcome her fear of flying and is quite proud of herself. 🙂 
While in CA. around 2,000, mostly teens from our conference, gathered each evening at a school for planned activities, volley ball, go cart races, table tennis, camp fire sings, lots of free food and pop.  The theme of the camp was “Soak up the SON” with a very spiritual emphasis.  Each teen was given a pair of wild sun glasses to wear.  My three girls stuck together and blended in with the crowd having a wonderful time, playing volley ball and singing.  It was such a “normal” time, and we are all much richer for the experience.

Today my 21 year old and I are flying to Managua, Nicaragua for a week long mission trip in the jungle with a medical mission team of around 65. My 21 yr old will be handing out hot ramen noodles and popcorn to thousands of very poor nationals who walked and rode busses from villages all over the country for free medical, dental, spiritual, food and clothes etc.  She is so excited about this opportunity and I believe she will do fine.

I am so ready for a break from my daily responsibilities. It will be hot, hard work but can’t think of anything more rewarding or spiritually renewing.  I come home from these trips tired but so refreshed.  What I see in the poor villages of Nicaragua makes me realize that my load at home isn’t quit as heavy as I thought.

Here’s a little message that was sent to me by a friend.  A good reminder to us Aspie moms, which left for my husband who will be staying home with the 16 and 15 year old
Good parents
Knows their children’s weaknesses,
But emphasis their strengths.
Feels their fears,
But fortifies their faith.
See’s their anxieties,
But frees their spirit.
Recognizes their disabilities,
But encourages their possibilities.

Do you have any problems flying in planes?

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0 thoughts on “Overcoming the Fear of Flying

  • June 28, 2009 at 7:14 pm

    wow this is so weird.
    i used to have a HUGE fear of flying.
    my first flight was from connecticut to washington d.c and that wasn’t so bad.

    but then i flew from new york- california my first time from coast to coast.
    i was a little freaked out. but i conquered my fear.

    i would never be able to fly alone though. i have been diagnosed with aspergers (not too sure if I actually have it) and anxiety disorder.


    what air service plane thing did you fly?
    i flew southwest. we got to choose our seats. i was afraid though because on the way back i couldnt sit near my parents. but i sat in the middle of them. one in front the other in back of me.


  • June 26, 2009 at 8:41 pm

    That’s good you were able to get her up in the air and free from her fear.

    My problem is that I fly airplanes and so anytime someone else is at the controls…it’s hard. I hate flying when I cannot see the instruments or be within reach of he controls. So I avoid airliners and all that at all cost…which leads to long drives in which I see much of the country.

  • June 26, 2009 at 6:40 pm

    My brother has Autism & adores riding planes. I guess because he’s always like that sort of stuff. While boarding we had to use headphones on him because of the loud noise though.

  • June 26, 2009 at 3:04 pm

    I used to be terrified of flying, but I’ve been dating a pilot for a few years now, and he’s mostly gotten me over it. I love being in little Cessnas, listening in on the radio and playing co-pilot. Sometimes big planes still scare me though 

  • June 24, 2009 at 7:36 pm

    I would rather drive the 18 hours from here to PA in my truck than EVER fly again, even if it is just a few hours in the plane. My ears HURT for days afterward. Also, it gives me time to adjust to the change in climate, altitude and everything else that is different between Florida and Pennsylvania. It’s only a small difference, but to someone who can feel the change in air pressure just by opening the front door to the apartment, it seems huge.

    One of my dreams though is to visit Ireland and Scotland… so I guess I’ll have to endure a plane unless they still have transatlantic passenger ships… that could be interesting. I like boats and the ocean…I think I would try a short cruise first before committing to something like that though… as if I’ll ever have the money to do it, right? LOL

  • June 24, 2009 at 5:55 pm

    I’m usually good at take off and during the flight.  It’s the landings where I’m most nervous.  I’m always wondering if they have the gear down.

  • June 24, 2009 at 5:28 pm

    I did a bit of traveling last year and twice, that meant getting on a plane and going out of state. I was terrified, crying in my seat, trying to hide under my jackets hood, and pulling my hair or hitting my head on the window. That was the first time I flew, and I hadn’t flown in like over a decade. The next time wasn’t so bad, no crying but definite anxiety attacks. And the person next to me kept touching me. That was a bother. I’m sorta used to it but my preferred mode of transportation is driving there my own damn self.


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