I am a 15 year old emetophobic girl, and I'd like to tell a story about my eleven-year-old brother. Yesterday, we were going on a walk together and he said he felt sick. I have worked so much to get over my phobia that this didn't bother me at all. I just said, "Ok, then let's head home." so we started walking back home...and I kind of knew he was faking it. He was riding his scooter, so I mean, who would do that if they felt sick? He WAS faking it, but just to bother me, he started leaning over and making throw up noises. This didn't scare me, just annoyed me. "Stop it, please." I kept calm and said that several times. But by the time we were almost home, he had gotten me running and screaming help. I almost went to the neighbor's house so I could get away from him. Instead I went inside and locked myself in a room. I said, "You know how I get about v**, Daniel. I'm having a panic attack, just leave me alone and I'll get over it and come out and help you." But he kept trying to barge in, screaming "I'm trying tohelp you! You need help! You have to get OVER THIS!" and I told him I was doing self-therapy and this was only making it worse.So I just sat there, trying to hold the door closed, sweating, shaking, and every once in awhile I'd yell HELP uncontrollabley. But he wouldn't stop. Eventually he got in partway, and I didn't want to hurt him so I just stepped over him and ran downstairs to lock myself in the bathroom. Then of course, he comes down and tries to get in but I don't let him. So he says that he hurt his leg, and being a self-taught nurse that I am, he expected me to help and get him some ice. I ask,
"Do you want some ice?"
"Yeahh it hurts!" he replied.
So I opened the door, trying to slowly get out of the room, and he COMES IN AND SHUTS THE DOOR and I freak out and try to get the hell out of there. I was pretty sure he was going to make himself throw up or something, because that's what he wanted to do to 'get me over it.' Thank god my mom came home after a while, but it just went on and on...it was awful. I have to live with this all the time. Any ideas for help? Thank you, my friends.