I posted this on the other site, but I thought I'd put it up here as well.
I posted in September to say that I'd drunk far too much at a friend's 18th and v*ed ALOT afterwards. It changed my outlook on everything to do with this phobia, but I know a couple of people told me not to jump up and down until I'd actually done it soberly and rationally.
And this weekend I did. This description might be graphic, you have been warned.
I was at a b&b with the boyfriend, and on the first day at 5.30am I woke up with really crippling stomach cramps. I'd had similar things happen before but usually not as bad, and I'd always just taken painkillers and tried to get back to sleep. I hadn't taken any painkillers on holiday with me though, so I spent half an hour lying on the bed crying and writhing about. It wasn't dignified at alll.
I was feeling n* too, not massively, probably 6/10 (as opposed to the pain which was definitely 9/10 at several points) but I knew that whatever was upsetting my stomach was causing the cramps and the nausea, and I wanted them both gone.
I went to the bathroom and waited for it to happen (with my boyfriend worrying in the background) but it wouldn't. In the end **bad bit** I actually put my fingers down my throat and forced it. The pain was that bad, I just wanted it to stop. After the first time only a tiny bit came out, and the pain did subside for a little bit, but it came back and I had to do the same thing two more times. There were a couple more bouts after that but they happened on their own, which was good. I'm glad my body managed to take over and do what it needed to.
After that I felt so much better. It was a bad experience, but the v* was definitely second to the pain, and it was a real revelation for v* to actually be something that made me feel better.
But anyway, I thought I'd let you know. And tell me if you have any questions etc.