Hi everyone,
Usual story here, I've been an emetophobe for as long as I can remember (I'm in my twenties now) and picked up plenty of OCD habits to go along with it. I used to be equally fearful of other people being ill and myself, but since I became incredibly good at fighting nausea I lost a lot of the panic about myself and now I feel that side is managable.
Unfortunately, if anything, my phobia has gotten worse where other people are concerned. I got into a relationship about 6 months ago after avoiding them for a number of reasons, emetophobia being a big one, and now that which I feared most happened - my partner was very ill and noisily so this morning. I handled it badly and didn't expect anything else, but my main concern is that I can't seem to get past the anger and disgust directed at him because of it. I left as soon as I could and the resentment set in heavy once the panic attacks stopped. Of course there's guilt there too that I feel this way, but mainly I just feel violated and that I can't trust him anymore.
I understand the whole 'it's not his fault he got ill' thing but I find it really difficult to accept when people don't even try to fight the nausea or be quiet about it. He knows I have this phobia and his attitude is that it had to happen eventually and illness is a part of life - fair enough. I still resent him for being so damned noisy and disgusting about it, so does anyone have any tips on handling this?



My husband got Fries. I ate my cookie dough with a fork so I wouldn't have to use my dirty hands to touch anything but when my husband got fries I pulled out the sanitizer and used it before I ate any but I couldn't convince him he should use it too so he didn't and I told him you will be sick for doing that. He laughed at me and said he wouldn't get sick. Well come monday morning we were getting ready for work and he comes in the bathroom and told me he wasn't feeling too good. I told him he'd be fine (because I didn't want to admit he was getting sick) and so he got in the shower. I heard him gag a few times in the shower but I figured he was being dramatic haha. So he got out said he still felt bad and was going to go lay down and possibly stay home. I kissed him on the cheek told him good bye and told him to get ready for work. Within minutes of me leaving he texted me saying he had v*. I was totally freaked out and I got mad at him and told him that he shouldn't have ate this weekend without washing his hands. He said he lysoled the bathroom and I said well that's not good enough it needs a thorough cleaning. I told him to stay in one room and not be wandering around the house but it was too late he had been in every room and touched everything and used multiple blankets to cover up with. He only got sick that one time but for me it was enough to send me panicking. Of course all that day I felt sick too and was sure I'd get it. I went home and I stripped the bed and washed every thing and I cleaned the bathroom so thoroughly it was ridiculous. I'm sure I blew up on him a few times and told him we don't get sick in this house and that it's uncalled for, etc... I made him eat to prove to me he could keep something down and that he wasn't still sick. I'm a horrible wife and i hate myself for being this way but I get totally freaked out. Okay I'll shut up now hahaha.

