I know that's happened with a number of people, but not with me.
I love hiking in the mountains, but not scaling up the mountains.
@musiclady I never had trouble walking a ridge... or even a road or path cut into a cliff... The old school idea of 'mountaineering' never has bothered me at all...
I was running a painting company when it started, and I was freaking out setting scaffolding about 70 ft off the ground... Then later, a yard light, which involved a 24' ladder set inside an extended tractor bucket... By the time I decided to take steps to fight it, I was getting scared on a 12' step ladder. Not a good malady for a painter. Even though I was more of an executive in that company, I was on ladders all the time.
It took but a couple months on the rocks, and my fear of heights was defeated, utterly... In my third year, I was on multi-pitch big walls, four or five hundred feet up (on a 165 ft rope) standing on an edge no wider than a quarter, with pinch holds or cracks for my fingertips.
And in that I found a sort of ecstasy... I had so very much stress then, and life became such a simple thing on the rocks... Navigation was this immense puzzle and a bit of dance, tied together, and the only other things that mattered was you, and the rock, and God, and the ground. I always came off the rocks physically drained... which was awesome, but more importantly, ALL my stress would be completely gone.