I had my desk V***** on in school when I was 5. I had to walk that little girl to the office while she cried and shook, to ask for maintenance to come clean my desk. That was my first memory of the fear. I remember my teacher walking me to my car and telling my mom that there was something wrong with me, that I hadn't shown emotion the all day and she thought it might have been because a child V***** on my desk. I remember being afraid and more afraid when the teacher walked me to my car and told my mom what had happened...even shamed because I felt I was in trouble.
But morning sickness and my child being hopitalized for V****** is what has made me a full emet. Its very different now! The fear takes over!