Panda dials, for example, are so called because they feature black sub-dials on a white background to resemble the physiognomy of – yep, you guessed it – a panda. Pareidolia has long been tacitly accepted in the watch world. You know, this sort of thing… Angry washing machine Astonished wall Feisty coat hook Paranoid faucet No, what seems to be going on here is a case of “face pareidolia” – the phenomenon of seeing faces in everyday objects. The little fella’s grasp of time is still pretty shaky as demonstrated by his demands for chocolate first thing each morning. Prisoners are also especially prone to chronophobia as they obsess over the length of their incarceration.īut I don’t think this is my son’s problem. This is a condition that old people can become susceptible to as they become more aware of the proximity of death. Chronomentrophobia is apparently a more rareified cousin of chronophobia, which is the fear of time and of the passing of it. They exist for every conceivable niche that you can possibly imagine ( gephyrophobia is the fear of bridges, ereuthophobia is fear of the colour red etc). Now phobias, in my book, are a bit like pornography. If you’re not sure about the pronunciation, Outkast helpfully wrote a song about it. So what was going on here? Well, a quick diagnosis by Dr Google – the logical place to go when confronted by googly-eyed clocks – is that my son might be developing “chronomentrophobia”, otherwise known as the fear of clocks or timepieces. I remove the clock from the room, calm my son and go back to bed. When I go into Marc’s room, he’s standing up in his cot pointing to the clock on the mantelpiece. But several hours later, I hear an ear-splitting scream. So I cover the clock’s fearsome visage with a blanket.Īll seems to be well and, after the customary round of delaying tactics (demands for milk / an apple / a cuddle / fewer blankets / a plastic dinosaur…), my son eventually surrenders to sleep. Peering at the table clock, I grudgingly admit the two winding holes for the chimes and pendulum embedded in the stepped dial do look a bit like eyes. “Daaad!” he says pointing to the mantelpiece. Presently, I’m summoned to his room (again) by a frenzy of yells. So we’re staying at my in-laws and my two-year-old is lying in his cot stubbornly refusing to go to sleep. I/trending 16189 Chronomentrophobia is the fear of clocks and watches.
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