Have you ever been rock climbing? I assure you that the fact that you’re safe, and even the fact that you know you’re safe, does not shut off the (untrained) lizard brain, at least not the sort of lizard brain that’s afraid of heights.
Have you ever been rock climbing? I assure you that the fact that you’re safe, and even the fact that you know you’re safe, does not shut off the (untrained) lizard brain, at least not the sort of lizard brain that’s afraid of heights.
Bizarrely enough, I went rockclimbing a couple of months ago. The first time in years, and the knowledge that I was safe seemed that it did make a lot of difference. At 50 metres up I deliberately violated the “don’t look down” rule because I am somewhat masochistic when it comes to challenging my (miscallibrated) instincts. But the vertigo I expected just didn’t come at all—I was genuinely surprised. My theory is that my “lizard brain” was already engaged with my rather stronger competitive instincts.
I find the same thing.
I don’t, at least not always. I think it differs from person to person.
I only went climbing less than a dozen times, so I can’t be sure about “getting used to it”, but then again Hermione probably wasn’t used to dropping from castles.
When I climb a “simple” vertical wall I don’t get any vertigo or other “lizard-brain complaints” as I had expected. (I rarely get vertigo from heights in general, and among my friends I’m usually the guy closest to any ledge, with everyone telling me to get back, from a safe distance.)
However, I did once a climb an indoor route (not sure about terminology) that wasn’t just vertical, it had a kind of lateral transfer to a ledge at the top, and the part where I didn’t see a wall below me all the way down did feel like having butterflies in my stomach despite being tied to a rope. I liked it, but I can see it as a very unpleasant experience for a bookish (i.e., not a tom-boy) 11 years old girl.
I haven’t been rock climbing, but I can tell you that the main reason I’m scared of heights is because I get an urge to jump off, and I have to fight it back down again. If there’s a full glass window or something between me and the drop, on the other hand, heights don’t bother me at all.
Have you ever been rock climbing? I assure you that the fact that you’re safe, and even the fact that you know you’re safe, does not shut off the (untrained) lizard brain, at least not the sort of lizard brain that’s afraid of heights.
Bizarrely enough, I went rockclimbing a couple of months ago. The first time in years, and the knowledge that I was safe seemed that it did make a lot of difference. At 50 metres up I deliberately violated the “don’t look down” rule because I am somewhat masochistic when it comes to challenging my (miscallibrated) instincts. But the vertigo I expected just didn’t come at all—I was genuinely surprised. My theory is that my “lizard brain” was already engaged with my rather stronger competitive instincts.
I find the same thing. Climbing isn’t scary at all when you’re tied on.
I only went climbing less than a dozen times, so I can’t be sure about “getting used to it”, but then again Hermione probably wasn’t used to dropping from castles.
When I climb a “simple” vertical wall I don’t get any vertigo or other “lizard-brain complaints” as I had expected. (I rarely get vertigo from heights in general, and among my friends I’m usually the guy closest to any ledge, with everyone telling me to get back, from a safe distance.)
However, I did once a climb an indoor route (not sure about terminology) that wasn’t just vertical, it had a kind of lateral transfer to a ledge at the top, and the part where I didn’t see a wall below me all the way down did feel like having butterflies in my stomach despite being tied to a rope. I liked it, but I can see it as a very unpleasant experience for a bookish (i.e., not a tom-boy) 11 years old girl.
Technicality: she’s 12 by now; in fact, she’s been 12 since mid-September. (Yes, I am a nerd.)
I haven’t been rock climbing, but I can tell you that the main reason I’m scared of heights is because I get an urge to jump off, and I have to fight it back down again. If there’s a full glass window or something between me and the drop, on the other hand, heights don’t bother me at all.
It doesn’t mean anything afterwards, though, and afterwards is when the puzzling scene happens.