My mother said that to me last night. She thinks if I catch the stomach bug again (like in February), I'll realize it won't kill me and I'll get over my fear.

This happened after I warmed up some pizza in the oven on aluminum foil. (Yes, I've been able to eat cheese pizza because I know it's cooked.) I decided to eat it directly off the foil. I have a problem with touching my food, since stomach bug germs can be passed that way. I was almost done when I noticed a hole in the foil. I started thinking my thumb had touched the pizza, and I panicked. I'm still worried about it today. Then while my mother and I were talking, she told me she hopes I did touch it and that I get the stomach bug again. That's supposed to "cure" me.

I have no support system at home. Mom sends me away every time I mention illness, and she likes telling me I'm going to end up in a mental hospital one day. (She even said once, "Okay, I'll come visit you.") The rest of my family thinks I'm pitiful or just acting stupid. When I tell them they're not helping me, they say they're not trying to or I won't accept their "help" (Mom honestly believes she's helping) or it's my problem.

I can't deal with this.