The first time I remember being afraid of *V was years ago when I was just 7 years old. It came on all of the sudden like I just woke up with the phobia and would never leave my mind again. I have been to therapy and it helped very little. I don't think many child therapists back in the 90's new much about emetaohobia. In fact it was years later when I was just 14 years old googling that I found this site. I remember not being able to eat, sleep, drink or stay at friends houses. Despite my fear I still look back at my childhood as a pleasant one. Now I'm 25 years old currently coming down from an anxiety attack while my bf sleeps soundly next to me. I don't think I will ever not be afraid of being s* I have learned to cope with it over the years and it really has gotten better. It comes back every once in awhile and it will always feel like I'm 7 years old again when it does. Like tonight. But I've lived through it, had good times still, and somehow managed to make light of something that scares the living you know what out of me.