I have been emetophobic for about 2 1/2 - 3 years now. I was dreading the day that my 4 year old daughter would get some sort of sickness that made her V****. Yesterday - it happened. It happened when my husband (who is the one that normally takes care of these things) already left for work and I was alone with my sick daughter.
I heard her do it in her bed, and I knew it had happened, but instead of panicking right away, I calmly walked in and asked her what happened. I told her it was ok and stripped her bed. I threw everything in the sanitize cycle of the washer and got her set up on the couch with a wastebasket next to her, comfy pillows, soft blankets and her favorite TV show. It happened 2 more times, once she got sick all over herself, but, even thought I could not be in the room to watch it, I cleaned that up with no problem. After my husband came home about an hour later, I then broke down. It was like I was working on pure adrenaline and my panic had been pushed aside.
Long story short, I managed to keep my panic at bay for a longer period of time. 3 years ago I probably would have left her while I jumped in my car and fled the house (my old coping strategy as driving calms me down).
A small but important victory in the world of Emetophobia!
Now I just have to convince myself that I am not going to get this illness. That seems to be the hard part recently.




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