DH gets impatient when I seek alternative means to going up and down escalators and stairs in high and wide open spaces, like in shopping malls and the long, long escalators underground in London. Same problem with swimming out of my depth. Facing it doesn't solve things or make it easier. The problem is that it isn't logical, but then what phobia is. I think not being logical challenges him, but my reaction is deal with it as I have to. It just is.
Other than that, he has boundless patience with my health issues. I've just unearthed my diary of 11 years ago of the round the world trip on a shoe string we did for 6 months. I was going through peri menopause and worsening symptoms of IBS, but DH really looked after me and I, him (well first night camping he fell off the air mattress and did his back in! I mean, really! How do you do that? Guess who became very efficient at striking camp?) We really just had each other for those months and it brought us closer.