My name is Bridget and this is my first post. I have been reading stories about how people got emet and i want to share my story.
I think I only have had 3 sv in my entire life, I think the last time was in like 6th grade. I have always had issues with v* and have always had almost constant nausea. In middle school, the nausea was usually only at night bc it seemed like whenever someone in my family was sick it was in the middle of the night. As I got older it became a constant thing, but most of the time i knew i wouldnt really v*.
I've never really watched someone v* until about 2 years ago.
*****may be graphic*****
my husband (then my fiance) went to bed with a stomach ache, which of course made me nauseous bc he told me about it, and at about 3 am woke up saying he didnt feel good. about 30 mins later he all of a sudden tried to get off the bed. the bed was in the corner, so he had to climb over me to do it and he only made to the edge of the bed before it happened. I dont know how i made it out of the room with out seeing it or even stepping in it, but i went into the spare bedroom and locked the door. i sat there curled up in a little ball and cried and rocked back and forth covering my ears and singing so that i couldnt hear anything. the floor of our bedroom had clothes and other junk covering the floor (we are both slobs) so everything was covered. I felt so bad, but I had to make him clean it up himself. We had just run out of garbage bags that day so i made him go to the store to get more. Turns out it happened again on the side of the road on the way home. I spent the entire night awake on the couch willing myself not to be sick while knowing it would happen and straining to hear if he was getting sick again.
it turns out, his entire family had gotten the same thing ( we had all just been together) so i was extra terrified of getting it myself. I didnt eat for about 3 or 4 months with the exception of a couple saltines about once a week. Finally i began to eat more, but every time i did i would feel like i might v*.
It has been a couple of years, and it is somewhat better regarding the nausea. I have learned what each nauseous sensation is, but sometimes i still have the feeling i really might need to v* I am petrified of being near anyone who says they arent feeling well, hearing or seeing v*, and even someone telling me that they did v*, even if it was days ago. I am also petrified of doing it my self.
I have some sort of sleep disorder, so i am an extremely light sleeper if my husband turns over in bed i wake up paniking that he is going to be sick and cant sleep. I have dreams about random people v*ing.
Unfortunately, it seems to now be getting worse. I work in an office of over 300 people with one ladies room. I have been in there 4 times when someone was v*ing. Luckily, i had just gone in and could turn around and go back out. I am petrified that i will be in the middle of using the bathroom when someone will come in and be sick and i wont be able to escape hearing it. It is so bad i am afraid to go into the bathroom.
My husband knows about the phobia and is supportive, but i know he doesnt really understand what i really go through. It isnt that he doesnt want to, i just dont think that he can fully understand something that doesnt affect him.
I want to have children so bad, and I have begun to cope with the idea of morning sickness as i have not v*ed in such a long time. Then i start to think that it is going to happen soon because it has been so long. When i am not afraid of that, I am worried about the kids being sick. While my husband is not an emet like me, he would probably v* himself if he had to clean it up. He gets queasy over