Yes, still am.
No. The dark never bothered me.
My grandmother died when I was seven.
We flew back to New York for the funeral. That evening, I was told to get ready to leave to go see grandma. (I thought, "Oh she's not really dead.")
Head to the funeral parlor, go in, I ask my father where grandma is. He says "in that roomI." I run in and there is grandma in the casket.
Slept with a light on for at least a month afterwards. I'll be 74 this month and I still occasionally have problems with the dark.
As long as my sister was there... I was always okay. 😔
Not that I remember.
No not really.
I’m not afraid of the dark in my house. But I’m very uncomfortable outside in the dark.
Yes, extremely as a child! Now I can't sleep in a room that isn't dark enough.
Not really. I didn't seem to require a nightlight or anything. I didn't like walking down the hallway at night unless there were lights on. But as far as my bedroom was concerned, I wanted it dark at night and always have.