Last time that we flew to Cairns from Brisbane, I was seated beside a lady who feared flying. She didn’t announce that she was fearful – it was painfully obvious that she was in distress but she seemed able to manage it.
During taxiing, she sat up straighter, gripped the armrests until her knuckles were white and was breathing rapidly. She was pale, her eyes widened and she began to sweat.
I stated to her that she appeared distressed, introduced myself as a hypnotherapist and asked her if she’d like some hypnosis to help her to cope.
